Chapter 404 They are all relatives of the Pope
Although Arman secretly ordered the servants to clean up the tent before leaving, the cowhide tent was still full of stench.
"Open the curtain, the light is too dark." Arman, who was a bit obsessed with mysophobia, whispered to the attendants at the door, still taking into account the face of the nobles in the tent.
The servant spread a clean blanket on the chair, and Arman sat down.
On the greasy long table, the nobles who partyed all night long last night have not yet woken up from their hangovers, and many of them are even dozing off.
Unlike the golden plains located in the hinterland of the empire, the nobles of the Thousand River Valley still retain the roughness and savagery of the old nobles.
Perhaps because of the lack of supplies, their banquets have always been "informal".
In the core areas of the empire where the New Mary style prevailed, the nobles had long given up on this carnival. Instead, they used clean tabletops and bone china dishes to dine elegantly and quietly, and were polite at balls. Communicate.
Facing the crumbling nobles, Arman could only say that they had a retro and simple style.
"Priest Mizam has something to do temporarily. This time we will hold a meeting first." Arman rubbed his nose and said unbearably, "The first thing is to suspend all banquets for three days and abstain from alcohol for three days." day, praying devoutly for the gift of the Holy Father.”
"Ah?"
There was a mournful howl in the tent, as if he would die if he didn't have a banquet for one day.
The male servants and maids around them all showed relief, and when they looked at Arman, gratitude flashed in their eyes.
They are all beautiful women and handsome men captured by the knights from nearby.
As mortals, the bodies of nobles who have served for several nights in a row are already on the verge of collapse.
Almost every night, maids and male servants died suddenly. They were dragged out of their tents and buried casually on the roadside or allowed to be taken away by their families on carts.
It’s just that most of their families are attacking the city in front of Rapids City. I’m afraid they don’t have the time and energy to deal with them. They may even be envious of their beauty and don’t have to go to the battlefield anymore.
You know, the area around Rapids City is already densely populated, and there are many civilians.
In order to capture Rapid City quickly, Arman pulled out more than 10,000 civilians from the nearby area, including Gouhu Township.
Their job every day is to send out a spear or even a wooden stick to continuously attack the city, and hundreds of people will die every day.
At least one-fifth of these people died because they were afraid of fighting and ran away or were displeased by the knights.
Downstream in Beechburg, dozens of soaked corpses can be seen hanging in front of the iron railings of the Watergate every day.
They showed skin that swelled like a balloon, and a light blue face exposed in the heat. Small fish and shrimps surrounded them, tearing off pieces of pink-blue rotten flesh.
Opening the battle report in his hand, Arman was still dissatisfied. After all this effort, why couldn't he still fail to break through Rapid City?
Calling the servants to wipe the faces of the hungover nobles so that they could sober up, Arman turned to Count Coma and asked: "That Desai, have you contacted him?"
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"Uh-huh, I contacted him. I gave him permission. He can come to me at any time."
"Okay, I will come to you to ask about relevant matters in the future." Arman looked at him meaningfully Count Coma in front of him.
“Yes, yes.”
Looking at Count Coma wiping sweat with a handkerchief, Arman’s mouth curved.
He knew something about the nobles stealing potions.
After all, you Koma took it, and she, Malika, took it. As the supreme commander, how could Arman not take it?
It was just that Koma went too far, so Arman decided to give him a beating.
But he can't show that he knows about it, because if he knows, he must be responsible, and if he doesn't, he doesn't have to be responsible.
As for the impact of these potions on the war and the damage caused to the knights, Arman has always been indifferent.
Because only low-level knights, guards and mercenaries drink the potion stored in the military camp warehouse. What kind of combat power can they provide?
Arman's 160 edicts, as well as the other extraordinary knights who follow him, all have dedicated medicine warehouses.
That is the private property of Prince Condai, and he would not dare to take it even if he had the courage to do so.
"Everyone..." Seeing that most of the people present had washed their faces and hands and barely wiped away the oil stains, Arman said slowly, "Bishop Barnifus sent a letter asking us to attack as soon as possible. The sooner we get to Rapids City, the better.
The reason why I ordered a ban on banquets for the next three days is for the blessing of the Holy Father. Don’t worry, once Rapids City is captured, you can have as many feasts as you want. The celebration banquet is over.”
“Why? Is Feiliu Bao in such a hurry?”
Arman threw out a stack of letters: "See for yourselves, the rebels in Hotam County are getting stronger and stronger. They even captured the Dove Monastery and took away thousands of gold pounds.
< br>We believe that the number of rebels in Hotam County is now close to 10,000.”
According to the words in the letter, Hotam County actually managed to deal with the local rebels after the knights were transferred away! Being stretched thin.
In the past, one group was raised first, then another group was destroyed, and then another group was raised. Each time, only a single group of rebels in the same area had to be dealt with. But now there are ten groups of rebels rising at the same time, but the church can only send out troops to exterminate three groups, and may not be able to catch them.
As the core of the rebels in Hotam County, the leaders of the Holy Uncle Grandpa Army, Warren Taylor and Andre, took advantage of the characteristics of the water network in Hotam County to move quickly by small boats.
Under the unified command of these two people, various rebel armies such as the Holy Second Cousin Army and the Holy First Cousin Army were invisible.
The Temple Knights were unable to run on water, so they could only be forced to run around, allowing the rebels to attack churches and castles everywhere, and they were unable to completely annihilate the rebels.
“Nearly ten thousand people, is that an exaggeration?” I don’t know who muttered.
Arman said nothing. In fact, he also had doubts about this number. Could it be Barneyforth urging him to lie?
But he knew the most basic thing. The Dov Monastery outside Feiliu Castle was captured, which frightened the young bishop who had always cherished his life.
He sent twelve gold-lacquered letters in one day, asking Arman to "take Rapid City at all costs and return as quickly as possible."
"Holy Uncle Grandpa Army? What is this?" Baroness Marika picked up the letter on the table and read a few lines, but she had never heard of this name for a while.
"It is the original Saint Sun Army, and its leader is Warren Taylor. He claims to be Saint Sun's great-uncle, and now he has also established himself as the Pope." Count Coma explained in a low voice.
It must be said that even after so many years, the legacy of the Messianic Personality Sect is still affecting the people of Qianhe Valley.
Wallen Taylor's actions formed a path dependence in Hotam County. Wallen Taylor took the lead in Horn's uprising, and others followed Wallen Taylor's uprising.
Any rebel must have some kind of relationship with the Holy Sun in order to be recognized.
Armand, who is in charge of liaison in Caxia County, says that if you dare to get up, I will admit it, unless you take advantage of it.
Thanks to the Qianhe Valley people inheriting the descriptive kinship title system of the Kush tribe, otherwise there would not be that many holy relatives available.
“This Hotam County rebel actually calls himself the Pope?” A noble who naturally likes to amuse suddenly picked up a letter and expressed his belief.
Everyone gathered together in astonishment and couldn't help laughing as they listened to him reading the letter in his hand.
“This self-proclaimed Pope means that there is a pope in the east and a pope in the west. So who is the pope in this Salvation Army?”
“See for yourself, Holy Father, This is too blasphemous, but I want to laugh so much."
"The Pope protects the West, and the Pope protects the East, hahaha, what about the North and the South?"
"The West also protects the Pope. Hahaha, I was laughing so hard.”
"Okay, okay." The serious atmosphere was disturbed by the funny nobleman. Although Arman almost couldn't hold back his laughter, he still pressed his hand to quiet them down.
"Barneyfors and I have agreed to try to capture Rapid City within three days. Do you have any ideas?"
As soon as Arman said this, he was still laughing. The laughing nobles seemed to have been pressed on the mute button, and their laughter suddenly turned into silence.
The awkward silence lasted for a full three minutes, and there was no movement at all except for the rustling of individual nobles scratching their itch.
Looking at these dead-eyed nobles who were still drunk, Arman couldn't help but feel sour. How could he think of letting these people come up with ideas?
After all, Qianhe River Valley is a rural place, and it would be too difficult for them to expect them to rebuke Fang Qiu like the Changge nobles or the El scholars.
Just when Arman was thinking about how to break the awkward silence, a burst of footsteps came from far and near.
Shadows of people outside the tent were shaking, and the halberdiers guarding the door bowed to stir up the wind. Priest Mizam, the advisor of Prince Condai, looked at the open curtain in confusion and walked into the tent.
Like Arman, he pinched his nose as soon as he came in and showed a look of disgust without hesitation.
He didn’t care whether it was awkward or not in the tent, he walked straight to Arman’s side, leaned on his shoulder and narrated in a low voice.
Count Koma quietly moved to the left, and he could only vaguely hear words such as "property", "city gate", "Megdi Chamber of Commerce" and "witch" between Mizam's fingers.
Before Mizam finished speaking, Arman slammed the table excitedly: "Great, where is he?"
Mizam smiled and nodded: "You follow me. I’ll see you when you come.”
Arman stood up and cleared his throat after seeing the surprised eyes of the people around him: “Okay, let’s all disperse for the time being. The specific arrangements will be made tomorrow. Let’s talk in the morning.”
As if he couldn’t wait to leave, Arman walked away, but as soon as he reached the door, he turned back.
"Ms. Marika, can you do me a favor?"
"I'm happy to oblige." Dame Marika stood up, the lead powder on her face falling.
"There is no news from Xiaochi City. Can I borrow your fast horse and fast boat to investigate?"
"Of course, it is my honor."
(End of this chapter)