Chapter 311 Next, it’s war

Looking out from the gear-shaped stained glass window of the City Hall, Horn could clearly see several prison vans slowly driving through the street.

Citizens and villagers on both sides cheered, and some victims lost control of their emotions and threw garbage and rotten eggs at the bandits.

More than 200 bandit accomplices and 15 bandit leaders were all bound by heavy shackles, walking barefoot, numb and fearfully on the rough floor of the town hall.

After this battle, the new recruits have seen blood in the fight against bandits, so they probably won’t panic when they really go to the battlefield.

Among Horn's Holy Gunner veterans, there are about 400 who can fire four rounds in battle and fight in hand-to-hand combat.

However, so far, only a dozen people have been able to break through to five shots, and not a single person has reached six shots.

People like Das and Madelan trained their holy power to the level of five shots very early on, but no matter how hard they trained, they were still only at the level of five shots.

Horn had a vague feeling that five shots might be the upper limit of the Saint's power.

But if we are facing a war on a larger scale, we will need more intensive firing, and only five rounds of ammunition will definitely not be enough.

According to the history of Horn's previous life, it would be normal for each musketeer to be equipped with 9-12 gunpowder bullets.

Therefore, we must either find a way to obtain external holy power, or we must find a way to improve the efficiency of the mainspring barrel.

It's a pity that there hasn't been much progress on either Shilov, Hemodine or Brock's side.

After all, in scientific research, slow progress is normal.

Let’s deal with the current bandit problem first, maybe we’ll have a Eureka someday.

"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?" Jilo poked his head out of the door.

Horn pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Gilo, sit down."

Jilo quickly smiled and sat down on the chair.

"I heard that the bandit leader Grush is your fellow demon hunter..."

"I have nothing to do with him!" Gilo's butt just touched the stool and he almost slipped off the chair. He asked in shock and anger, "Who is slandering me?"

"When we passed by the Lubyanka Monastery yesterday, Grush recognized you and said that you were all survivors who escaped from Wolfburg..." Horn looked at Jilo strangely and clapped his hands up and down, motioning him to sit down.

"He was indeed my companion in Wolfburg, but we parted ways a long time ago. I really didn't know he became a bandit!" Ji Luo's throat was unusually dry. "Really, bandits and I have an irreconcilable relationship. It has nothing to do with me!"

"Don't be nervous." Horn couldn't help laughing and stood up to pour a glass of water for Gillo.

Holding the water cup with both hands, Jilo took a sip and looked at Horn eagerly, afraid that the matter would implicate him.

"I have done some research on this Grush." ​​Horn stood up and pulled out a file from the bookshelf next to him. "He has a good reputation. He often attacks landlords during famine years and then distributes the food that cannot be taken away to the surrounding people.

When robbing wealthy businessmen, they always targeted the rich and then distributed the money equally to the refugees who had not contributed much, saving the lives of many refugees.

In fact, many people have approached the itinerant monk to plead for mercy, hoping to spare his life."

Hearing Horn's strange tone, Gilo's previously bent back straightened up again.

"We Wolfsburg people are like this. Although we have to fall into the mud, we always have truth, goodness and beauty in our hearts." Gilo said seriously.

"You think he's innocent?"

"No, no, he is a bandit, so he is definitely guilty. It's just a matter of whether the crime is minor or serious." After sensing Horn's ambiguous opinion of Grush, Gilo said tentatively.

"Do you think he's guilty enough to be hanged?"

After sensing that Grush might have a chance to survive, Gilo coughed and said, "Of course, we will enforce it according to the law."

"Slippery." Horn picked up the file and started looking through it again.

As for the handling of these bandit leaders, Horn originally intended to hang them after a public trial.

However, after the public trial, some people immediately came to plead for Grush. Most of them were low-level villagers, while it was the wealthy citizens who demanded severe punishment.

The act of begging for mercy is actually a bit taboo.

Martial told Horn that the killing was optional, but since they dared to plead for mercy, they had to be killed.

But Horn did not agree to Martial's request.

First, during the public trial, most people, especially the villagers, believed that he was innocent - this was of course wrong, but it represented part of the public opinion. Moreover, the lives of the people killed by Grush were basically those of small nobles and wealthy businessmen. Those who Grush did not kill, Horn later killed them.

The second is that according to the reports of Murat and Jourdan, Grush has good cavalry command ability.

Whether attacking or escaping, they came and went like the wind. Although the Norse knights were fast and good at traveling in woods and mountains, they still couldn't catch up with them.

When they finally attacked the mountain stronghold, if it weren't for rescuing his companions, this man named Grush would have almost found an opportunity to escape.

At that time, Murat felt something was wrong. How could a bandit have the qualities to command cavalry?

After questioning, I found out that he had previously served as a light cavalry mercenary in Norn.

Horn happened to have a talent vacancy in the direction of light cavalry, which was the reason for his hesitation.

"Your Majesty, let me say this for the time being. I personally think that he is guilty." Ji Luo swallowed his saliva and said the second half of the sentence, "But the crime does not deserve the death penalty."

Putting down the file in his hand, Horn looked at him with a half-smile: "This Grush said that he had been a mercenary in Norn for two years and had studied with the Death Hussars in the north. Is that true?"

After swallowing, a few drops of cold sweat oozed out of Jilo's forehead.

He knew that Grush had been to Norn as a light cavalryman, but he really didn't know whether he had studied with the Death Hussars of Bearburg.

"From my perspective, I believe him." Jilo put up a shield before continuing, "But after all, he and I are friends..."

Seeing that Jilo was still vague, Horn simply closed the file and said, "Let me be frank, don't guess. I want to keep him alive because he is useful.

I plan to form a light cavalry, but most of my cavalry commanders only know heavy cavalry tactics and know nothing about light cavalry tactics.

If he is willing to train light cavalry for us, I can change his death sentence to labor reform.

But during his training, he must have a certain amount of freedom. What if he escapes on horseback?

He has no relatives, and you are his only friend in Joan of Arc.

I called you here to ask you if you are willing to vouch for him."

"I..." Jilo opened his mouth wide, "I...I——"

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"Gilo, where are you going?" When Jeska saw Gilo walking out of the town hall, he walked up to greet him with a smile.

"I was confused and took on a dangerous job." Jilo smiled bitterly.

Jeshka knew the sensitivity of Jilo's identity, so he naturally wouldn't ask any unnecessary questions.

Jilo turned to Jeshka and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Jeshka waved the paper in his hand towards him and said, "Your Majesty has previously commissioned Isolde to design uniforms for the Salvation Army. They are finally completed and I am sending them to Your Majesty for your review."

"Oh..." Gillot grinned, "How is your marriage with Lady Isolde going?"

"Engagement this week, wedding next week," Jessica said neatly.

After hearing what Jeshka said, Jilo was stunned: "So fast? Isn't it a bit too hasty?"

"Not in a hurry." This time it was Jieshka who smiled bitterly. "Next month we will march south to attack Jinhe Township. At least give me some time to save my seed before I die in battle."

After saying goodbye to Jeshka, Gilo did not ride a horse, but walked along the civic street towards his home.

The sunset glow in the sky was a fiery red, shining on the emerald green trees on the roadside, and vast streams of smoke were surging over the roofs.

Parallel to the smoke were the bodies of bandit leaders hanging from flagpoles.

Their faces were gray and purple, their hands were behind their backs, and their eyeballs were bulging as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.

Under their bare soles, carriages loaded with gold pounds, peat, and mortar were leaving Joan of Arc in convoys.

The golden-red light fell on the canvas, as if it was covered with a layer of fine red satin.

"The next step is war..."

Jilo's whispers, along with the evening breeze brought up by the carriage, disappeared into the clouds in the sky.

(End of this chapter)