When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 517: The Holy Sun Righteous Army and the Noble Envoys

"Crack!"

The curly-haired young man limped out from under the shade of the tree with a hoarse voice. He thrust the trumpet made of rolled iron into the middle-aged citizen's face:
"You play a thief who reforms, which means he is a bad guy at the beginning. You can't be so kind and benevolent, you have to be sinister and cunning, so that it will be touching when he is influenced by the orphans.

Your words are weak, your movements are clumsy, your steps are loose, your expressions are dull, nothing about you is decent, and yet you still want to act? Dream on! "

With saliva sprayed all over his face, the citizen who played the role of the nameless monk could only keep his head down, angry but not saying anything.

Futseva, who was acting opposite the middle-aged citizen, frowned and said, "Froza, watch your words."

As a once famous drama actor, Froza's level is quite high, but his personality is too irritable and sensitive.

The handsome young man named Froza glared at the middle-aged citizen and said, "If I were not dumb or lame, I would never let you play this good role."

"Froza!"

"I know, I know, Miss Futseva." Dragging his crippled leg, Froza walked back to the shade of the tree.

"You experience it yourself first. I'm going to go talk to your Lord Valentyl." Seeing the shadow of a carriage appear in the valley, Futseva calmly spoke to the actors and walked towards the camp gate.

Soth, the old Black Hat soldier who had been hiding under the shade of a tree and also Futseva's bodyguard, immediately picked up the holy gun, stood up, and chased after Futseva.

In the narrow gap of the mountain, seven or eight large carts pulling cargo covered with canvas were heading towards the small village in the valley, or the camp of the Saint Sun Volunteer Army.

Dozens of Shengsun righteous soldiers wearing various types of armor and with black and red flags inserted in the linen bags on their backs followed on both sides of the cart.

Among the people escorting the carriage, there was only one person lying on the carriage, humming a ballad leisurely.

"Mr. Andre."

"Good afternoon, Futseva." With a big grin, Andrei, the executive vice-pope of the Holy Sun Righteous Army, reached out to touch Futseva's head, but she dodged him.

Futseva frowned and glared at Andrei: "Don't touch my head with your dirty hands. Have the new officers arrived? What's the news from His Majesty?"

After restoring order in Rapid City, out of overall strategic considerations, Jeshka applied to Horn for assistance to the Holy Sun Army.

This application was quickly approved by the Imperial Council of Cardinals, and a large amount of food, medicine and officers were transported there, while the wounded, women and children returned on the carts carrying iron ingots.

In addition to food and medicine, Horn also emphasized the output of truth, that is, the teachings of the Holy Word and the legal principles of the Salvation Army.

As a former farmer, he has an exceptional understanding of the farmers' imperfect spiritual world.

This was an era of scarcity of entertainment. For ordinary people, the greatest entertainment was only sex and gambling.

The life of a farmer is often extremely boring. They live in an imaginary world consisting of handsome and shameless demon hunters, handsome and righteous knights, and beautiful rich farmer's daughters.

But such a spiritual world is obviously inconsistent with reality and cannot penetrate into their lives and hearts. It is just a consolation.

Although the literary and artistic works of the Salvation Army are rather crude and simple, they have one characteristic in common: they are absolutely relevant to reality and are absolutely deeply rooted in life.

If Horn does not occupy the farmer's spiritual world, then the church will.

So Futseva volunteered to form a mini-theater troupe with two other people and came here to perform the so-called truth drama.

The plays include the tragedy "The Promised Paradise Island", the drama "The Hypocrite Durdafo" and the comedy "The Saint Sun Dou Bishop".

As expected, in the dozens of strongholds of the Shengsun Righteous Army, these extremely simple dramas were loved by countless people.

The propaganda effect was terribly good. After each performance, they would show a few noble knights to be beaten by the peasants, and dozens of people would convert on the spot.

Andrei even joked that they had suffered so much, but when they spoke they didn't even cheer as much as Futseva.

After arguing with Andrei for a few words, Futseva saw Valentyl in a blue dress walking towards them, supporting the carriage, and hurried to meet him.

"The Supreme Pope sent a message saying that Ludwick's case is still under discussion. They have contacted the monastery in Kasha County many times, but to no avail."

Valentyl was not as mischievous as Andrei. He gently touched Futseva's head and said, "Your Majesty also said that he hopes we can focus on civil affairs during this period of time.

Avoid direct conflict with the Lancers, instead preach to the refugee groups and provide protection, and try to replace the church's dysfunctional grassroots organizations. "

As they walked towards the camp, Valentyl talked to Futseva while transporting these precious supplies into the camp.

Jeshka's judgment on Hotam County was correct. The Holy Sun Volunteer Army did not have the strength to fight against the Imperial Order Company. They could only temporarily avoid the attack and lie dormant waiting for the opportunity.

In the past, the Shengsun Righteous Army would definitely not be able to lie dormant, because there would always be people coming to encircle and suppress them, and there was not enough food. But after receiving funding from the foreign force Huo, they had the confidence to lie dormant.

As for the rotation of officers, it was because Jourdan accidentally broke his leg during training, and a new chief instructor needed to be sent.

"There's no need to find a new chief instructor." Andre patted his chest, "I'll be the chief instructor."

"you?"

Futseva has always been a serious person, so she naturally rolled her eyes and chased after the convoy.

"Good afternoon, Miss Vtseva."

"Good afternoon, Laurent."

"The Holy Father bless you, Miss Vtseva."

"And bless you, old Pierre."

Along the way, Futseva nodded to people frequently. Not only civilians greeted her, but the officers also greeted her.

This is the goddaughter of Saint Grandson Horn, who can enter and exit his bedroom and study at will, and has three good friends who are in charge of the Night Watch, Cheka and gendarmerie respectively.

Even Jourdan greeted Futseva with a smile when he saw her.

It was not only Futseva who funded the Holy Sun Army, but also several officers of the Black Hat Army, disabled veterans and monks of the Holy Fathers.

Led by the more reliable Jourdain, new officers such as Laurent and Le Fay were sent here to brush up their qualifications.

After walking a few steps, Futseva, Valentel and the others saw Laurent and Le Fay training new recruits.

However, due to the limitations of the Holy Favored, they can currently only train in the most basic spears, formations and discipline.

Amid the slogans echoing in the valley, dozens of young men armed with wooden spears moved forward with their spears at a barely orderly pace.

"Charge, charge!" Le Fay, who was running with the army, gave the order and the entire army changed from normal pace to charging pace, holding their rifles and rushing towards the target at the end of the parade ground.

Passing by these soldiers running in step, Andre was silent for a moment, and then he said after a while: "Your godfather is really a genius."

When Andre said this, he meant it sincerely.

He was born into a Frankish military family. 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, all the neat pace and firm will that these officers boasted about were bullshit.

If he wants these things, he has hundreds of ways to achieve them.

What is truly valuable is the regulations that Horn, Jeshka and others summarized from all military knowledge based on their own experience.

This is a standardized drill manual that can train even a fool to become a good soldier step by step.

Moreover, all the people were trained from the same template and used the same command system and commands. There were specific indicators on how to run and where to run.

If Andre were to command this on the battlefield, he would have to say it was incredibly smooth.

"Are there many patrols nearby?"

"There are fewer patrols. The Lancers passed by this area several times, but they didn't find us." The sentry in charge of the sentry lowered his voice, "But we found a noble spy this morning. He tried to sneak in, but we found him."

Sure enough, he came. Valentyl and Andre looked at each other and said, "Bring him here."

Logically speaking, such loud noises during training would definitely be discovered by patrolling church soldiers.

However, during this period of time, the coalition of nobles has not harassed them, which makes Valentyl suspicious.

Andre went out every day, even risking his life to go to Feiliu Castle to collect intelligence, but when asked what he had collected, he said he didn't know.

Futseva and the two popes who guarded the western border sat in the simple hut and waited for seven or eight minutes before they saw a dishevelled man dressed as a merchant being pushed in with his hands and feet tied.

"Who sent you as a spy..." Andre suddenly asked in a serious tone, but before he finished, the slick merchant complained.

"I am not a spy, I am an envoy, an envoy... I am an envoy sent by Lord Sampoli of Stonewall Town, and I am here to negotiate peace with you."

(End of this chapter)