Chapter 311 Next, there is war
Looking out from the gear window of the city hall, Horn could clearly see several prison vans slowly driving through the street.
Citizens and villagers on both sides cheered, and some victims lost control of their emotions and threw garbage and rotten eggs at the bandits.
More than two hundred bandit accomplices and fifteen bandit leaders were all bound by heavy shackles, walking barefoot on the rough ground of the city hall in numbness and fear.
After this battle, the recruits have seen some blood in the battle against bandits, and they probably won't panic when they actually go to the battlefield.
Currently, among the veterans of Horn's Holy Guns, there are about 400 who can shoot four rounds in battle and still fight hand-to-hand.
However, so far, only a dozen or so people can break through to five rounds, and none can reach six rounds.
Like Das and Madelan, they have trained their holy power to the level of five shots very early, but no matter how they train, they are still only at the level of five shots.
Horn had a vague hunch that maybe five shots would be the upper limit of the holy power of the holy ones.
But if you want to face a larger-scale war, you need a higher density of shooting. Only five rounds of ammunition are definitely not enough.
Based on the history of Horn's previous life, it is normal for each musketeer to be equipped with 9-12 rounds of gunpowder projectiles.
So either we have to find a way to externally store the holy power, or we have to find a way to improve the efficiency of the clockwork box.
Unfortunately, neither Shilov, Seamotine nor Brock made much progress.
After all, in scientific research, it is normal for the progress to be slow.
First deal with the current bandit problem, maybe one day it will be Eureka.
"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?" Ji Luo stuck his head out of the door.
Horn pointed to the chair in front of him: "Gilo, sit down."
Gilo quickly smiled and sat down on the chair.
"I heard that the bandit leader Grush is your fellow demon hunter..."
"I have nothing to do with him!" Gilo just touched the stool, Almost sliding off the chair, he asked in shock and anger, "Who is slandering me?"
"When I passed by the Lubyanka Monastery yesterday, Grush recognized you and said that you are all survivors who escaped from Wolf Castle..." He gave Gilo a strange look, and Horn flapped his palms up and down to signal. He sat down.
"He was indeed my companion at Wolfsburg, but we parted ways very early. I really didn't know he had become a bandit!" Gilo's throat was unusually dry, "Really, I Being at odds with the bandits has nothing to do with me!"
"Don't be nervous yet." Horn couldn't help but stand up and pour a glass of water for Gilo.
Holding the water glass with both hands, Gilo took a sip and looked at Horn eagerly, for fear of involving him.
“I have done some research on this Grush.” Horn stood up and pulled out a file from the bookshelf next to him. “He has a good reputation. He often takes the initiative to attack the landlords in famine years, and then takes the leader. The food that is not taken away is distributed to the surrounding people
When robbing rich businessmen, he always picked the rich to deal with, and then distributed the money equally to the refugees who had not contributed much, saving the lives of many refugees.
In fact, many people have approached the traveling monk to plead for mercy, hoping to spare his life. "
Hearing that Horn's words were wrong, Gilo's originally bent back straightened up again.
"We Wolfsburg people are like this. Although we have no choice but to fall into the mud, In fact, there is always truth, goodness and beauty in our hearts. "Gillo said seriously.
"Do you think he is innocent? ”
"No, no, he is a bandit, so he must be guilty. It's just a difference between a light crime and a serious crime." After sensing Horn's ambiguity about Grush, Gilo said tentatively.
“Do you think his crime is enough to be hanged?”
After feeling that Grush might have a way out, Gilo coughed: “Of course it will be carried out in accordance with the law. ."
"Slippery." Horn picked up the file and started reading it again.
As for the treatment of these bandit leaders, Horn originally wanted to hang them after the public trial.
However, immediately after the public trial, people came to plead for Grush. Most of them were lower-class villagers. On the contrary, it was the citizens and wealthy businessmen who demanded severe punishment.
The act of begging for mercy is actually a bit taboo.
Martial told Horn that he could be killed or not, but if they dared to plead for mercy, they had to be killed.
But Horn did not agree to Martial's request.
The first is that during the public trial, most people, especially the villagers, believed that he was innocent. This was of course wrong, but it represented part of the public opinion. Moreover, the lives in Grush's hands were basically those of small nobles and wealthy businessmen. Of these people, Grush didn't kill them all, but Horn later killed them all.
The second is that according to the reports of Murat and Jourdain, Grush has good cavalry command skills.
Whether it was an attack or an escape, they came and went like the wind. The North knights were not slow and were good at traveling in the woodlands and mountains, but they still couldn't catch up with them.
When they finally broke into the mountain stronghold, if it weren't for rescuing his companions, the man named Grush almost took the opportunity to run out.
At that time, Murat felt something was wrong. How could a bandit get the quality of cavalry command?
After interrogation, I found out that he had previously served as a light cavalry mercenary in Norn.
Horn happened to have a talent vacancy in the direction of light cavalry, which was the reason for his hesitation.
"Your Majesty, let me just say that I personally think that he is guilty." Ji Luo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said the second half of the sentence, "But the crime does not lead to death."< br>
Putting down the file in his hand, Horn looked at him with a half-smile: "This Grush said that he had been a mercenary in Norn for two years and had learned from the death hussars in the north. It is true. "
After swallowing, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on Ji Luo's forehead.
He knew that Grush had gone to Norn to serve as a light cavalry, but he really didn't know whether he had ever studied with the Bear Castle Death Hussars.
"From my perspective, I believe him." Gilo folded his shield before continuing, "But after all, I am friends with him..."
Seeing that Gilo was still vague, Horn simply closed the file: "Let me tell you straight, don't guess. I want to keep him alive because he is useful.
I plan to form a team Light cavalry, but most of my cavalry commanders only know heavy cavalry tactics and know nothing about light cavalry tactics.
If he is willing to train light cavalry for us, I can save him from death. Changed to reform through labor
But he must have some free space for training. What if he escapes on horseback?
He has no relatives, and his only friend in Castle Joan is you.
I called you here just to ask if you are willing to vouch for him? "
"I..." Gilo opened his mouth wide, "I...I——"
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"Gilo, what are you doing here?" Jeshka saw Gilo walking out of the city hall and stepped forward to say hello with a smile.
“I was confused and got myself a terrible job.” Gilo smiled bitterly.
Jeshka knew the sensitivity of Gilo's identity, so she naturally didn't ask too many questions that shouldn't be asked.
Ji Luo turned to Jeshka and asked: "What are you doing here?"
Jishka shook the scroll in his hand at him: "Your Majesty entrusted Jeshka before. Sood designed the Salvation Army uniform and finally completed it, I sent it to His Majesty for review.”
"Oh oh -" Gilo grinned, "How is your marriage to Mrs. Isolde?"
"The engagement is this week and the wedding will be completed next week." Jeshka said neatly said.
After hearing what Jeshka said, Gilo was stunned: "So fast? Isn't it a bit too hasty?"
"Not in a hurry." This time it was Jeshka who smiled bitterly. He said, "I will go south to attack Jinhe Township next month. At least give me some time to plant seeds before I die in battle."
Farewell to Jeshka, Gilo did not ride a horse, but walked along the Citizen Street, walking in the direction of his home.
The sunset on the horizon was fiery red, shining on the emerald green street trees, and vast plumes of smoke surged on the roofs.
Parallel to the plume of smoke are the corpses of bandit leaders hanging from the flagpole.
Their faces were gray and purple, their hands were behind their backs, and their eyeballs were so protruding that they were about to fall out of their sockets.
Under their naked feet, carriages carrying gold pounds, peat, and mortar were leaving Fort Joan of Arc in groups.
The golden-red light falls on the canvas, as if it is covered with a layer of exquisite red satin.
"Next, there will be war..."
Gilo's murmur disappeared into the clouds on the horizon along with the evening wind picked up by the carriage.
(End of this chapter)