Chapter 256 For Victory
"Now, attack now?"

Standing outside the door, Boritz leaned slightly, trying to hear the voices in the conference room, but was forced back by the eyes of the Guards War Monk guarding the door.

"Yes." Horn sat at one end of the long table, calmly looking at the many elders present.

After struggling to read the document in his hand, Thomas raised his hand hesitantly: "Your Majesty, I don't quite understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"You see, our preparations are not yet sufficient, and many of our warriors have not yet met the standards you set..."

"Standards are dead, but people are alive." Horn waved his hand and said, "There will never be a time when everything is ready."

"Or we can wait for two more days. Now that the two families have revolted, maybe the troops in Jeanne d'Arc will be withdrawn to suppress them. That way, fewer of our good guys will die." Hakuto said with a frown.

"We don't have enough supplies." Armand shook the account book in his hand, "We can only hold out for another ten days at most."

"Your Majesty, actually..." an elder raised his hand and said, "As you know, Daze Township has abundant fish resources. When spring comes, we can rely on fishing to survive the spring famine.

There are still many abandoned fields on Qiumu Island. As long as we work harder and plant radishes that mature quickly, maybe we can hold out for a few more days.

If there's anything else we need, we can smuggle it in from Jeanne d'Arc.

I have calculated that with the efficiency of reel looms, as long as we expand production, import wool from them, and then weave it into cloth, the money earned will be enough to buy daily necessities. "

After a suffocating silence, Horn sighed softly.

He stood up from his seat, placed his hands on the table, and stared at everyone present:

"Most of our food and supplies are smuggled to us by the people of Zhendark Castle at the risk of their lives.

They have families and help us with smuggling and don’t report us just because we bring them hope.

They hoped that we would defeat the church, as we had before, and give the land back to them.

This promise is also our legal principle. You can think of it as a contract between us and the people of Joan of Arc.

They paid their support on time, and we will deliver on our promise on time.”

After Horn finished speaking, most of the senior executives were silent or lowered their heads, thinking about something.

But from Horn's point of view, most of them were distracted and only a few were thinking.

Standing under the dog's head named "Buck", Horn did not disturb them, but gave them some time to digest and brew.

"Don't think of the three months as a dead agreement." Horn changed his mind and knocked on the table. "You should think of this war as a continuation of the bloody battle at Jeanne d'Arc. Do you remember why we fought against the Duke at Jeanne d'Arc?"

Military officers of all ranks, bishops, and senators were all stunned.

Unconsciously, long dragons of torches, knights rolling down the long bridge, and the ground and rivers stained red with blood appeared before my eyes.

At that time, they fought to avoid being slaughtered, fought for their dead relatives and friends, and fought for the unwillingness and injustice they had suffered.

In the end, they knew that they were no match for the enemy for the time being, so they chose to enter the Black Bone Swamp and slowly accumulate strength for revenge.

Horn looked at the senior officials whose expressions gradually changed: "Grand Duke Meliati has now launched an uprising, and the previous letter of favor is invalid. Do you think the City Hall of Jeanne d'Arc can restrain the mercenaries?

The reason why the people of the Dukedom of Kush can still work and live in peace is because the news about Meliati has not yet spread.

If the news spreads, Meliati will become the target of public criticism, and what do you think will be the fate of the Castle of Joan of Arc, which she has protected?"

The elders moved their chairs restlessly, and many of them began to blush slightly.

Life on Qiumu Island is more comfortable than they imagined. They almost forgot that this is just a transit station.

“Although our lives have been stable, this stability was earned through the hard work of the people of Jeanne d’Arc and the Thousand Valley.

The sooner we set out, the sooner we can save them from suffering. Do you want our fellow believers to continue to sink in pain?"

The voice echoed in the conference room, and Horn's immature voice actually carried a bit of the majesty of the Holy Father.

"Don't run away, remember your original intention! Think carefully about why we are here!"

After a brief silence, Elder Sachis stood up first and said loudly: "I support the fight!"

"I support whatever decision the Pope makes."

"Agree!"

"I agree! Your Majesty, you are so virtuous!"

In the midst of the chaotic statement, Horn slammed his right hand heavily on the table, dispelling all other sounds except his own:
"Then the date of departure will be the day after tomorrow, that is, February 2th."

On the evening of the meeting, the semicircular theater was packed with people. Brune squeezed in the crowd, between countless calves and knees, and walked slowly towards his reserved seat against the flow of people.

Judging from the cheers by my ears, His Holiness the Pope's speech has already begun.

However, the level of the elders meant that they were unable to maintain order, so that Brune and his small group have not yet reached their designated positions.

According to the notice issued in the afternoon, every ten households must send three to five people to participate on site.

This usually involves sending a prestigious adult head of the family to act as a representative of public opinion.

Brune had no family, but as a war monk he was chosen as one of the representatives of the people.

As for what His Holiness the Pope was going to announce, the chaplain of Brune's legion, a war monk, had already hinted at it.

Probably, war is about to start.

"...Look, wheat farmers can only eat wheat bran, weavers have no clothes, bricklayers live in thatched houses, and wet nurses have to sell their sons!"

"What a life we ​​lead!"

Finally sitting on the volcanic ash stone seat, Brune raised his head and looked at Horn in the center of the semicircular stage.

Today, Horn did not wear his Pope's holy robes, but changed into the chapter commander's dress uniform customized for Horn by the Holy Forge Clothing Workshop.

It was a longer coat that was more fitted and neatly pressed, with a short cape sewn on the shoulders and down to the knees.

A red sun with a gold edge is embroidered on the cloak, representing that there is only one sun in the sky, no two saints in a country, and there is only one sun in the Holy See, and that is Pope Horn.

As for the cardinals, they also received an archbishop's robe that looked like a military uniform, with a huge cursive French word for "piety" embroidered on the back.

As for officers at the level of legion commander, their military uniforms were similar to those of bishops, except that the word "loyalty" was embroidered on the back of the cloak on their shoulders.

At this moment, Horn was standing behind a podium. As he spoke, the flames on the torches erected next to the theater were shaking.

His voice was accurately transmitted to everyone's ears through the theater's special sound channel design and the bronze urn buried beside the steps.

Almost every time he paused, there was almost unstoppable applause and cheers.

“…All human beings are the children of Adam and Eve. Regardless of their surnames and nationalities, they all come from the same ancestor in terms of their bodies, and they all come from the hand of the Holy Father in terms of their souls!
Why did humans live and work in peace and contentment in ancient times, but later on encountered so much suffering and turmoil?
It is nothing but the devils who have come out of the Hellfire and into the Land of Bliss to deceive and seduce the world.

People always regard priests and nobles as shepherds who act as fathers to the people, but they never think that from the very beginning of the paradise, human beings are human beings and everyone is equal.

Even though there are bishops and kings, they will still respect the common people and not oppress them. Bishops and kings are elected from the common people.

So where do our bishops who are redeemed and kings who are passed down from father to son come from?
They have evil hearts, they did not come from heaven. The original human beings were inherently good in their hearts. They did not come from the human world, so they could only have come from the hellfire!

Since they came from the Hellfire, their identities were self-evident.

That's the devil and the demon!

Otherwise, why would they swallow the blood of our relatives and friends, seize our life-saving food, and destroy the homes we live in?

How did the kingdom of the Holy Father become like this? It is the devil who is dragging our world into hell.

Now, in the west, Catherine, a devout believer in Rapid City, has revolted, and in the north, Melia, a devout believer in Cold Spring Castle, has revolted.

The devil has already appeared. Should we, the Salvation Corps, stand still? Aren’t our war monks here to save the world? "

Having said this, Horn took a breath and straightened his back. Below the stage, the flickering flames reflected in countless angry pupils.

it's time.

"I declare!" Horn stretched out his right hand, as if to shake hands with everyone, "From now on, in order to clear out the demons in the church, the Salvation Corps will launch a great trial against the Thousand Valley Church.

We will fight and keep fighting until the devil in the church is completely wiped out! Until this dying world is saved!
God bless us, we will hold high the banner of salvation, judge everything fairly, and pay off all blood debts and grievances!"

"For our dead children!" someone suddenly shouted.

These words were like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples that made countless people stand up and shout.

"For those who have suffered injustice!" A craftsman stepped onto the railing.

"For dignity, for freedom, for fairness!" A blind low-level monk from Qianhe Valley roared while grabbing the flagpole.

Everyone stood up, and all their words continued to converge. In the echo of the hall, their words turned into a unified shout:
"For victory!"

"For victory!!"

(End of this chapter)