Chapter 252 Let the Monk Master Go First
Unlike plain counties like Longsand County, North Mound County is mostly mountainous.

The entire North Mound County is divided into two main narrow river valley areas by three extensions of the Dragon Sleep Mountains: the Hematite Mountains, the Amethyst Mountains, and the Obsidian Mountains.

The Southern Valley is crossed by the Silver Line River, and the Dukedom of Hema Stone basically represents the entire Southern Valley.

Agriculture in North Mound County is basically concentrated in these two river valleys, among which the middle valley has the most arable land and is the area occupied by the church.

There are a large number of religious landlords here. The Whitewater Castle Church annexed a large number of properties of local Thousand River Valley lords through donations and embezzlement of inheritances in the Battle of Cod Castle ten years ago.

Then don’t blame the lords whose properties were seized upon for fighting back.

"Sir Spirotchu, please go this way." The youngest son of Baron Fengsong bent over, stood in the bushes, and pointed to the monastery in front of him.

Spirotchu was always a taciturn old man. He looked at the monastery located in the mountains and just nodded slightly.

Although it is just a monastery, its power is unimaginable.

With the outer layer of high walls, trenches and towers for protection, it is in a sense a small fortress.

Each monastery is stationed with some temple knights and armored sergeants, as well as a large number of armed peasant soldiers.

In a place like Mountain County where the people are fierce, it is actually similar to a colonial military fortress in a certain sense.

If we let them gather the militia, it would take a lot of time to take us down.

"My people have done all the research. Today happens to be a market day, so the gates of the monastery are open."

"At this time, why are they..." Square-faced Steve looked at the soldiers leaning lazily against the wall, but couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

There is a reason for the bishops' laxity. They are not afraid of any real uprising because they are backed by the empire's largest supernatural religious organization - the Church of Messiah.

There have been countless uprisings, big and small, but have they ever succeeded?

It's the same old thing, just killing a few low-level monks and using them to protest. Very few people would dare to kill bishops or even earls and dukes.

Aristocratic society is a whole, and religious aristocrats are also part of the aristocratic circle.

They could fight among themselves and kill each other, but they would never allow slaves - those lowly peasants - to kill their noble enemies.

The nobles and clergy are all our own people.

Anyone who dares to kill nobles, especially religious nobles, will be collectively suppressed by the nobles who hold the core of supernatural power.

But they had never imagined that there would be a noble like Meliati who would actually dare to kill the bishop of the county diocese.

"Feeling sorry for the enemy?" Spirotech picked up a nearly two-meter-long nail-headed war hammer from another packhorse. "Isn't this exactly what I want?"

Fifty fully armored knights, leading their horses, slowly advanced through the bushes and groves until they reached the best position for a charge.

"Hema Stone Knights, charge!"

Climbing onto his horse, Spirochu raised his hammer high and leaped out of the bushes, with the air current blowing away the fallen leaves of winter.

"charge!"

Fifty knights riding on horses or donkeys and mules followed Spirotchu and rushed straight towards the monastery.

The sound of the horses' hooves silenced everyone for a moment. They even looked at the charging knights in a daze.

It was not until the first armored sergeant who blocked the way had his skull smashed by a hammer, with brain and bone fragments flying everywhere, that screams and cries began to sound with a delay.

"It's the Robber Knight!"

"Help, God bless me!"

"Damn civilians, get out of the way and let the monk go first."

The civilians and soldiers present obviously had not expected this to happen, as this was near Baishui Fort!
They screamed and fled in all directions. In the crowded crowd, the armored soldiers were pushed left and right and unable to gather together.

The mountain knights riding on donkeys and mules quickly dismounted, formed arrays of five to ten people, and began fighting on foot.

The slender two-handed sword swung with blood, accurately reaping the heads of the resisters.

Every time the war hammer was swung, a corpse could be seen flying out. In the surging crowd, the white horse was dyed pink by the blood.

Spirotrochu was like a sailboat riding the wind and waves, moving steadily towards the gate of the monastery.

"Close the door, close the door quickly!"

Seeing Spirotrochu getting closer and closer, the abbot of the monastery shouted at the top of his lungs and jumped to give orders to the fleeing crowd.

The strong monks and armed farmers put their shoulders against the gate and pushed it with difficulty. There was only a one-foot gap left before the gate could be closed.

But a huge force came from behind the door, and a war hammer was driven by a skinny arm, and immediately a monk was hammered out. Twenty mountain knights following behind Spirotech came in one after another, and the knight swords in their hands madly chopped the black monks.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the gate of the monastery was breached.

"Kneel down and I won't kill you! Kneel down and I won't kill you!"

"Are you crazy?" The monks shouted in disbelief when they saw the abbot of the monastery being beheaded by Spirotchu with a sword.

"It seems that you still don't understand the situation!" Steve, who was following behind Spirotech, laughed, "The church is plotting to usurp the title of Duke of Hermash and kill Juanno, the teacher of Lord Meliati.

Yesterday, your Bishop Resit organized a conspiracy against our Lord, but was killed by Lord Meliati himself!

The church's behavior regarding the Blue Blood Wine and Juanno's death was clearly tyrannical and violated the teachings of the Messiah.

In order to maintain the pure faith of Myrcella, Lord Meliati must take up his sword and go into the wilderness to eliminate the corrupt worms in the church.

Ha... Didn't you understand yet? The Duchess of Hema Stone has declared war on the Thousand Valley Church!"

After Steve said this, all the monks and priests present were speechless for at least three seconds.

By the time some smart people fully realized what they were facing, their legs went weak and they fell to the ground.

Ignoring the monks, Herman took out a simple map from his pocket, confirmed the direction, and said to the youngest son of Baron Fengsong: "I leave this place to you."

"All troops take a quarter-hour break. Target: Baishui Fort!"

Seven Elms Town, in front of the Knights Hall.

Moro, the red horse knight with rye-colored skin, narrowed his eyes and read out Meliati's orders in a serious manner.

When he heard that his eldest son was named Lord of Warwick and his youngest son was named Lord of Seven Elms and there was no further news, the old lord stood there in a daze.

"What about me?" With a dark face, the lord of Seven Elms Town pointed at himself and asked in disbelief.

"Old Lord, you have been busy all your life, it is time for you to enjoy your life." Mo Ruo put away the scroll, "Lady Meliati has prepared a country villa for you to live in during your old age..."

"Damn you, you are a bunch of devils who are untrustworthy!" The lord of Seven Elms Town roared, not noticing the cold sweat on the foreheads of the people around him.

"Old Lord, I am a straightforward person, please forgive me." Mo Ruo stepped forward and said in a simple tone, "The people outside are all my knights. I can kill your whole family at any time. You only have two choices, either go to Lengquan Castle vertically or go to Lengquan Castle horizontally."

The old lord widened his eyes and was about to retort when he felt someone tugging at his clothes from behind.

Turning his head, he saw his two sons, who had once been in opposition to each other, pulling his clothes at the same time.

He looked at Mo Ruo in front of him, then turned around and looked at his two sons as if he was meeting them for the first time, and his face turned pale.

His lips trembled, and the old lord could no longer stand, so he sat down on the ground: "I, I'm going to Cold Spring Castle."

Changfeng Fort, in the fields outside the fort.

The overturned carriage fort, the broken-legged warhorse, and the haystacks ignited by rockets were emitting billowing black smoke.

The few remaining puddles of snow on the roadside were stained red by the knights' blood. The ambushed Temple Knights were tied up with iron chains and forced to kneel on the roadside.

Lined up in neat rows, thousands of infantry mountain knights slowly moved forward amid the sound of metal clashing.

On the side of the road, Herman, the black horse knight with a bandaged arm and a swift sword in his hand, stood in front of the Baron of Longfeng Fort with a smile on his face.

The gray-haired Baron of the Long Fortress knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and he kept begging, "Please, please, I can pay the ransom."

"How much did they offer as a reward?"

"Three, three thousand pounds."

"Wow, so many?" Herman lifted the baron's chin with his swift sword, and two knights were already coming over carrying a large box of gold pounds.

Kicking the box open, Herman picked up a greasy gold pound, which was gleaming with golden light in the sun.

"You like gold pounds, don't you?" He stretched out his hand and crushed the baron's jaw. He smiled and stuffed a handful of gold into the mouth of the Baron of Longfeng Fort. "If you like it, eat more!"

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-"

Not long after, the old baron rolled his eyes, foamed at the corners of his mouth, and fell down holding his bloated belly, while his sons were hanged on a tree.

Wiping the blood off his hands with a handkerchief, Herman asked the attendant, "Have the bodies of the young men been placed?"

"Everything is set up."

"Okay, then, let's go, Long Fort!"

(End of this chapter)