Chapter 347 Niedersall’s own decision
The land near Stormcastle is still filled with a thick smell of smoke.
Even if the fire has been extinguished, a few wisps of smoke will still come out from time to time on the withered dark red wooden frame.
On the flagpoles around the camp, thirty-nine wizards were hung neatly. Blood and pus slid and solidified along the enlarged toes of the corpses.
The wizard rebellion last night almost disappeared after Nidsall arrived and charged with a javelin.
Except for a few five or six wizards who managed to escape, all wizard slaves were either caught or executed.
But Niedersall, who was sitting on the main seat of Storm Castle, was not very happy.
He had a gloomy face and silently stroked the back feathers of the sand sculpture.
The sand sculpture stood on the table, glaring fiercely at the nobles sitting around the long black wooden table.
Most of the nobles and bishops were well-dressed, wearing well-fitting satin robes and tasseled round hats. They sat at the table and yawned loudly.
It has been almost two-quarters of an hour since Niedersall called them all over. Many restless nobles could not sit still and kept moving their buttocks.
But none of them dared to speak. After all, they did not take care of what happened last night.
Finally, in this deathly silence, a rush of footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Zelaken walked into the hall with steady steps.
"Your Excellency, we have lost more than 70% of the military rations we hoarded in Stormwind Castle." Zelaken glanced at the nobles present without leaving a trace, "The wizards did not burn it accidentally, but deliberately. A large amount of food and grass were reduced to ashes."
"What do you think?" Niedersall looked at the nobles present, and everyone could hear the anger in his voice.
Domenico coughed: "Those damn wizards really deserve to die."
"Yes, yes, they really deserve to die."
"A few more should be hanged. To serve as a warning to others.”
The rest of the nobles echoed.
“I’m asking you what you think.” Niedersall said with a cold face, “If my sand sculpture war eagle hadn’t seen the situation in the camp last night, and I ran 20 miles at night to return, I’m afraid all the wizards would have escaped. .”
"It was my fault." The old grandmother of the Arco family stood up and whispered in a trembling voice, "Sir, it was me, an old man, who lost his mind and held this dinner. You punish me for being useless. You're an old thing."
"Grandma, you can't say that..."
"You want to reward us. Who knew that those guards who were left behind were so incapable of fighting that they would give back coppers? The strong soldiers of the fortress are here.”
Sitting and watching the old grandmother’s performance, Niedersall’s heart became more and more irritable.
Finally, an old knight coughed: "Your Excellency, this is the end of the matter. This is no one's fault. Let's think about how to recover the losses."
"Do you have any idea?"
"The Storm Castle is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It blocks the key road to the Red Copper Fortress, but it is not a transportation hub. It is really difficult to supply military rations." The old knight laid out the map Flat on the table, "It's better to move forward to Budwe..."
"Hahahahahaha——"
Niedersall muttered laughter first in his throat, and then in his mouth and tongue, he laughed maniacally:
"I understand, if I don't attack, you will burn the food and grass, forcing me to either hand over command or move the army forward?"
He was certain that the nobles of Jinhe Township were the murderers who set fire to the warehouse this time. Otherwise, he would not be able to explain where the awakening potions came from.
He even understood why these nobles did what they did.
Since the end of the Battle of Moncrusse, the witch named Jeanne has led the army to advance as fast as a simple fortress in seven days.
At the same time, with the fort as the center of the circle, they will advance outward step by step and divide the fields and land to local farmers.
Especially the properties of monasteries and churches were packaged and sold by the Salvation Army, and a large number of poor peasants and ordinary citizens received a class jump.
As "The Promised Paradise Island" tours around, the mentality of the villagers has also changed.
Especially after they found out that the knights were defeated, they didn't dare to fart. After they just watched their property being divided in vain, some inexplicable emotions appeared.
The mountains above our heads have been removed, and it turns out that the air feels so comfortable to breathe.
With the promotion of some Kush descendants, the terms "saint" and "saint's grandson" began to rapidly appear in the daily lives of common people in Jinhe Township.
In the past few days, the housekeepers and village bosses who stayed on the plains have automatically defected to the Salvation Army without the need for Jeanne to take action.
In some areas, the villagers tied up the housekeeper and the village head and burned them before the Salvation Army arrived.
There were even villagers and housekeeper Zhuangtou rushing to surrender. After all, whoever surrenders first will benefit. Whenever the Kush knights tried to attack, they were either beaten by the hussars or the holy musketry cavalry. If they moved a little slowly, they were accidentally caught by the black hats.
Niedersall knew clearly that the knights of Jinhe Township were no match for the Salvation Army.
Then the only savior is myself who can easily deal with the magician.
But unfortunately, his original tactic was to lure the enemy troops deep, then cut off their food routes, and finally gather together to encircle and annihilate them.
If Niddsall had been in the desert, those tribesmen would have completed his mission perfectly.
These people in Jinhe Township were obviously following his instructions, but in the end, it became the order they wanted to execute.
If the Ibe Knights could complete their mission as ordered, these Salvation Army soldiers would not even have a chance to build a fortress.
However, they always attack the "hundred-household" manor and are then surrounded by the Salvation Army.
The local nobles and bishops urged him to go to war many times, as if they had never heard him talk about his subsequent plans.
The nobles lowered their heads, pretending to be obedient and frightened: "You are so good at joking, how dare we?"
"What do you dare not do? "On the verge of breaking his skin, Niedersall couldn't care less. "You dare to swear that the burning of the warehouse last night had nothing to do with you? You swear in front of the Holy Lord."
Those nobles and knights. A bit of panic flashed across his face, which made Niedersall even more convinced of his judgment.
“Swear, this is not my fault!”
"Niedersall, you are standing still in the face of the rebels. I also want to ask you if you respect yourself by supporting the rebels." The dissatisfied voice of the Archbishop of Jinhe Township came from the side.
If he had coaxed the titled knight from the beginning, he would still have to rely on him to defeat the rebels after all.
But the bishop wanted him to defeat the rebels because he was afraid that the rebels would take away his manor and real estate.
Now the rebels are taking away his manor and real estate, but Niedersall remains motionless, only sending cavalry to harass him.
Niedersall can leave regardless of whether he has done well or not. The nobles and bishops who sit on the ground have to rely on the ground to make a living.
"Ha!" Niedersall sneered and looked at the bishop of Jinhe Township, "Then I'll just go back to the Red Copper Fortress. You can fight there yourself."
"You!"
The bishop of Jinhe Township is in his seventies, and his face with light age spots turned red with anger.
"You want to defeat the rebels, and we also want to defeat the rebels." At this tense moment, the old grandmother walked out kindly, as if coaxing a child, "We need to cooperate, but at least we have to come up with something Come on, be sincere.”
“Am I not sincere yet?” Niedersall’s expression seemed to be cannibalistic.
"What have you paid so far?" The old grandmother stepped forward step by step. "Our manors, shops and houses are losing every second. You are eating our food and drinking our food, but you are not going to fight. This is reasonable. "
His face froze, and Niedersall waved impatiently: "I have my own plan."
"But if you don't move, the nobles and knights will not do anything. Convinced, no one is willing to implement your plan, what is the use of your plan here?"
Niedersall raised his head and looked squarely at the old man who he had once regarded as his mascot for the first time. .
“The empire is much more complicated than the desert. You are a stranger to us, but your achievements are outstanding. That’s why we invited you to preside over this battle. But to be honest, you let us down... …”
"I let you down." Niedersall's eyes widened. "If you could carry out my orders and fight like my tribal warriors, you wouldn't be like this now! You are the one who let me down!"
Under the terrifying power, the faces of several nobles nearby turned pale, but the old grandmother still narrowed her kind eyes:
"Your tribal warriors can listen to you, It's because they can't win, and when you arrive, you bring victory.
But what we, the Imperial Knights, see is that they can't win, and when you arrive, you still fail to bring victory, then we. Why should I listen to you?
It has been more than a month since the war started, but have you captured or annihilated at least one of their squadrons? ”
Niedersal's terrifying power suddenly felt awkward.
The old grandmother turned around slightly, walked hobblingly to the old knight who had taken out the map before, pointed at the map and said:
"If you want to lead us, you have to get A victory must at least give the remaining knights confidence, otherwise they will all fall to the rebels."
The scowl on Niedersall's face gradually faded and turned into a thoughtful look.
He sat down on the cushioned seat and was silent for a full five minutes before he spoke: "I agree to move forward, but I decide where to move it."
"Of course. Do you have a location in mind now? This will help us prepare summer food in advance."
Niedersall pulled the map to his chest and thought for a long time before focusing on a location. For a moment: "That's it, Black Mountain Castle."
(End of this chapter)