Chapter 517 Saint Sun’s Rebel Army and the Noble Envoy
“Click!”
The curly-haired young man limped out from the shade of the tree with a hoarse voice. He slapped the rolled-iron trumpet at On the face of a middle-aged citizen:
“You play the role of a reformed thief, which means he was a bad guy at the beginning. You can’t be so friendly and kind, you have to be cunning and cunning to be orphaned like this. It is only when they influence us that we are moved.
Your words are weak, your movements are not precise, your steps are loose, and your expression is dull. There is nothing decent about it, yet you still want to act and live in your sweet dreams.”
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After being sprayed with saliva, the citizen who played the role of the nameless monk could only lower his head in anger and dare not speak.
Vtseva, who was playing against the middle-aged citizen, frowned: "Froza, watch your words."
As a former well-known drama actor, this Froza His level is quite high, but his personality is too irritable and sensitive.
The handsome young man named Froza glared at the middle-aged citizen: "If I were not mute or lame, I would never let you play this good role."
"Floza!"
"I know, I know, Miss Vtseva." Dragging one of his stumpy legs, Froza walked back to the shade of the tree.
"You should realize it for yourself first. I'll go and have a word with your Lord Warren Taylor." Seeing the shadow of the carriage appearing on the mountain col, Ftseva calmly said to the actors in the play. , and walked towards the camp gate.
Saote, a veteran of the Black Hat Army who was hiding under the shade of a tree and also Vtseva's bodyguard, immediately picked up the holy gun and stood up, chasing Vtseva.
In the narrow gap in the mountain, seven or eight large carts, dragging cargo covered with canvas, were heading towards the small village in the mountain col, or the camp of the Saint Sun Rebel Army.
Dozens of Saint Sun volunteers wearing various armors and holding black and red flags in linen bags behind their backs followed on both sides of the cart.
Among the people escorting the carriage, only one person was lying on the carriage, humming a song easily.
"Mr. Andre."
"Good afternoon, Ftseva." With a big grin, Andre, as the deputy pope of Saint Sun's Rebellion, reached out to touch Ftseva. Caiwa's head was dodged by her.
Vtseva frowned and glared at Andre: "Don't touch my head with dirty hands. Has the new rotation officer arrived? What news is there, Your Majesty?"
After restoring order in Rapid City, out of overall strategic considerations, Jeshka applied to Horn for assistance to the Saint Sun Rebel Army.
This application was quickly approved by the Council of Cardinals. A large amount of food, medicine and military officers were transported there, while the injured, women and children followed the carts carrying iron ingots back.
In addition to food and medicine, Horn also focused on the output of truth, that is, the ideas of the Holy Doctrine and the jurisprudence of the Salvation Army.
As a former farmer, he has an unusual understanding of the poor spiritual world of farmers.
This is an era when entertainment is scarce. For civilians, the biggest entertainment is only sex and gambling.
Farmers' lives are often extremely boring. They live in an illusory world composed of chic and shameless demon hunters, handsome and righteous knights, and beautiful rich peasant daughters.
But this kind of spiritual world is obviously inconsistent with reality and cannot penetrate into their lives and hearts. It is just a form of comfort.
Although The Salvation Army's literary and artistic works are quite crude and crude, they have one characteristic, that is, they are absolutely relevant to reality and they are absolutely in-depth with life.
If Horne, the farmer’s spiritual world, doesn’t occupy it, then the church will.
So at Vtseva's initiative, she and two others formed a mini-troupe and came here to perform the so-called truth drama.
The scripts include the tragedy "The Promised Island of Heaven", the drama "Duldafo the Hypocrite" and the comedy "The Holy Sun Dou Bishop".
Sure enough, in the dozen or so strongholds of the Saint Sun Rebel Army, these extremely simple dramas were loved by countless people.
The propaganda effect is so good that every time after the play is performed, a few noble knights are released and beaten by the peasants, and more than ten or twenty people can be converted on the spot.
Andrei even joked that they had suffered so much, but when they spoke, they didn’t give Futseva as many cheers.
After a few words of bickering with Andre, Vtseva saw Valen Taylor, dressed in blue, approaching holding a carriage, and hurriedly went up to meet him.
“There is news from the Supreme Pontiff that Ludvik’s matter is still under discussion. They have contacted the monastery in Kasha County many times, but to no avail.”
Warren Taylor was not as narrow-minded as Andre. He gently touched Futseva's head: "His Majesty also said that he hopes that we will focus on civil affairs during this period.
Avoid There is a head-on conflict with the Lancers, but to preach and provide protection to the refugee groups, and try to replace the church's dysfunctional grassroots organization."
While walking towards the camp, Valenteil said to Ftseva. As he spoke, these precious materials were transported into the camp.
Jeshka's judgment about Hotam County was correct. The Saint Sun Rebel Army did not have the strength to fight against the Imperial Company, so they could only avoid the edge temporarily and wait for the opportunity.
If it were in the past, Shengsun's rebel army would definitely not be able to lie dormant, because there would always be people coming to encircle and suppress them, and there would not be enough food. But after receiving funding from Huo, a foreign force, they gained the confidence to go dormant.
As for the rotating officers, it was because Jourdan accidentally broke his leg during training and a new chief instructor needed to be sent.
"There is no need to find a new chief instructor." Andre patted his chest, "I will just be the chief instructor."
"You?"
F Caiwa has always been a serious and serious character, so naturally she rolled her eyes hugely and chased the convoy.
"Good afternoon, Miss Vtseva."
"Good afternoon, Laurent."
"The Holy Father bless you, Miss Vtseva."
" Bless you too, old Pierre. "
Along the way, Vtseva nodded frequently with people. Not only the civilians greeted her, but the officers also greeted him.
This is the goddaughter of Saint Sun Horn. She can enter and leave Saint Sun's bedroom and study at will. She also has three friends who are in charge of the night watch, the Cheka and the military police respectively.
Even Jourdan always smiled when he saw Ftseva.
It was not only Vtseva who supported the Saint Sun Rebel Army, but also several officers of the Black Hat Army, disabled veterans, and monks from the Holy Fathers.
Led by the more reliable Jourdain, new officers such as Laurent and Le Fay were sent here to refresh their qualifications.
Ftseva, Warren Taylor and other people walked a few steps and saw Laurent and Le Fay training new recruits.
However, due to the restrictions of the Holy Beloved, they can currently only train the most basic spears, formations and disciplines.
Amidst the slogans echoing in the valley, dozens of young men armed with wooden guns moved forward with large guns at a barely uniform speed.
"Sprint, charge!" Le Fay, who was running with the army, gave the order. The whole army switched from regular steps to charge steps, and rushed towards the target at the end of the school field with big guns in hand.
Passing by these soldiers running in unison, Andre was silent for a while, and then he said after a while: "Your godfather is really a genius."
Andre said When I said this, I meant it sincerely.
He was born into a family of sergeants in France, and his uncle was a mercenary knight. He followed his uncle on the battlefield when he was twelve or thirteen years old.
In Andre's eyes, the neat pace and firm will that these officers boasted were all bullshit.
If he wants these things, he has hundreds of ways to achieve them.
What is truly valuable is the doctrine that Horn, Jeshka and others summarized all military knowledge based on their own experience.
This is a standardized training code. Even a fool can be trained step by step to become a good soldier.
Moreover, everyone is trained from the same template, using the same command system and passwords, and has specific indicators on how to run and where to run.
If this were to be commanded on the battlefield, Andre could only say that it was extremely smooth.
"Are there many patrols nearby?"
"There are few patrols. The Lancers passed by here several times but did not find us." The sentry in charge of the sentry He lowered his voice, "But we just discovered a noble spy this morning. He tried to get in and we found him."
As expected, he still came. Valenteil and Andre looked at each other. : "Bring him here."
Logically speaking, training with such a loud sound would definitely be discovered by patrolling church soldiers.
However, the coalition of nobles has not harassed them during this period of time, which made Valenteil suspicious.
Andre went out every day, and even risked his life to go to Feiliu Castle to collect intelligence. But when asked what he had collected, he said he didn't know.
Vtseva and the two chief and deputy guardian pontiffs of the Western Territory sat in a simple hut and waited for seven or eight minutes before they saw a man dressed as an embarrassed merchant being pushed in with his hands and feet tied up.
"Who sent you as the spy..." Before Andre's sudden and serious question ended, the slick vendor called Qu Dao.
"I am not a spy, I am an envoy, an envoy... I am an envoy sent by Lord Sambori of Stonewall Town to negotiate peace with you."
(End of this chapter)