When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 559: The Righteous Barney Force

"completely annihilated?!"

In Feiliu Castle, a broken cry of surprise was heard from the study in the cathedral.

Whether Prince Condé had thought of it or not, Barnifors had never thought of it.

"More than 500 extraordinary knights were wiped out?" Barnifoss repeated Matteo's words.

"Yes."

"More than five hundred. Look at my hand. How much is this? This is five, five hundred!" Barney Foschin stretched out five fingers and was speechless. He shouted incoherently, "Five hundred, five hundred extraordinary knights, gone? Just like that?"

"Yes."

Matteo's face in front of him gradually became blurred. Barnifors's feet softened and he sat down on the soft carpet in the royal court.

"No, no—"

Those are not some random guards or mercenaries, they are an imperial command company!

300 brave knights, more than 200 temple knights and more than guards.

You know, there were originally nearly 1,500 Knights Templar in the Feiliu Castle Cathedral, but they were all killed one after another in the Thousand Valley Battles.

By now, Barnifors only had a little over 500 Temple Knights available, and he gave more than half of them to Elad.

Then he was killed in one breath by this defeated general.

There are two to three thousand guards in Feiliu Castle now, and three to five hundred ordinary knights, but what’s the use?
Can these guards and ordinary knights defeat an enemy that even the Imperial Order Company couldn't defeat?
Not to mention the Salvation Army, once the imperial order outside the city was issued and the main camp fell, the earls around who were ready to make a move would pounce on them like wild dogs smelling feces.

Although a group of knights under the earls had been sent away in the War of High Castle and the War of Rapid City.

But if every earl gets together, he can still gather hundreds of extraordinary knights and four or five hundred guards.

Barneyforth sat on the floor in a daze. The entire study was so quiet that even the sound of dust falling on the copper stove could be heard clearly.

"Mr. Barnifors, what do you think we should do next?"

Seeing that Barnifoss didn't speak for a long time, Matteo had to come forward and ask.

Barneyforth suddenly came to his senses and stood up from the ground.

Yes, what should we do next? Continue to defend the city?
They couldn't even defeat the Imperial Army, so how can I win with these defeated soldiers?
Barneyforth could hardly hold back his urine at the thought of what would happen if he fell into Horn's hands.

It was he who sent people to encircle and suppress Horn in the Gulag Monastery, and it was he who brought in Prince Condé and forced Horn at that time to embark on a long road of blood and sweat.

Later, he led his troops into Jeanne d'Arc and forced the Saviors into the Blackbone Swamp. He even sent knights to the Battle of Rapid City.

Barney Force himself can almost be considered the initiator.

Even the reason why Constance chose Barneyforth as the remaining bishop was largely because he would never compromise with the Salvation Army.

Other bishops who stayed behind might have surrendered because they could not bear the pressure, but Barnifors had no such option.

When Horn was being besieged, he was still feeling smug. Now he wished he could go back in time and slap himself twice.

Who would have thought that group of ridiculous farmers could cause such a big commotion and even come to Feiliu Castle.

In the chill of early spring, Barnifoss walked back and forth in the house a dozen times, sweating profusely, before he finally made up his mind: "Matteo, I am determined to defend the city to the death."

“Ah? Ah!” Matteo, who had been drowsy, immediately became alert. “I thought you… ahem…”

"Do you think I will run away? Wouldn't that be a betrayal of the trust that Duke Constance has placed in me?" Barnifos stared at Matteo righteously. "After the news spread, there were more voices in the city saying we should surrender, right?"

"To be honest, many cathedral priests have offered to surrender, saying, 'endure the humiliation for a while and wait for the king's army to return.'" Matteo's eyes flashed with disdain, "They are all spineless."

Walking up to Matteo, Barnifos said in a loud voice: "Well said, Matteo. These people are spineless if they surrender without even fighting. We priests are shepherding the lambs on behalf of the Holy Father. We must have backbone!"

Matteo looked Barney Foss up and down as if he was meeting him for the first time.

"How many people in Feiliu Castle do you think can be called men?" Before Matteo could answer, Barnifos patted his shoulder impatiently, "I think it's just you and me."

Matteo nodded: "Yes."

You still said "yes"? Barnifors forced an encouraging smile and said, "I am afraid that those capitulationist priests will sacrifice Feiliu Castle for the glory of the Holy Lord, so I am going to appoint you as the city guard of Feiliu Castle to protect the glory of the Holy Lord. What do you think?"

Although it was inexplicable, when Matteo thought of the surrenderists in the city, he still felt like he had met a soulmate. His courage was finally appreciated by someone: "I will definitely not insult your orders and honor." "Okay, then you go and announce and prepare for the battle." Barnifos held the round cross, "I plan to pray until dawn to ask for the mercy of the Holy Lord. No matter what happens tomorrow morning, don't disturb me."

"Yes, Your Excellency." With tears of excitement in his eyes, Matteo bowed and responded sincerely for the first time.

An hour later, a long-tailed boat that could only accommodate seven or eight people hurriedly sailed out of the port of Feiliu Castle in the night.

The boatman rowed hard, with only a dim light under the wooden roof.

Under this light, Barnifors was sitting in the cabin with his legs apart, holding a heavy little box and drinking wine intermittently.

"Still defending the city? Still defending the city at this time?" Wiping the purple liquid from the corner of his mouth, he shook his head in amusement, "What a funny person doing funny things."

The Salvation Army is coming, what are you waiting for if you don't run? Are you waiting to die?
It was a pity that after years of hard work, he finally became the bishop of the village parish and even the priest of the metropolitan cathedral, but now all of it was wasted.

But fortunately, he always thought carefully before taking one step. He earned enough gold coins from the blue blood wine trade early on, and then went back to his hometown to hide away and live as a rich man.

The river was surging and the boat was shaking. Barnifors was both terrified of the future and helpless about the current situation. As he was thinking about all these things, his eyelids became more and more sleepy.

"I'm going to take a nap. Remember to wake me up when we reach the shore."

"Yes, Your Excellency," the boatman responded, lowering his hat.

The rising and falling of the boat was like a cradle, and Barneyforth quickly fell into a baby-like sleep.

In the dream, he became a cardinal, then was reported and imprisoned, and then he was elected Pope in prison.

But just as he ascended the throne, he was dragged down by a group of Saviors.

He struggled and roared, but was still hung on the gallows by the devil in black. When his feet were empty...

"Ah——" Barneyforth sat up suddenly, held his pounding heart, looked at the gloomy cabin, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, lifted the canopy covering the boat and asked, "Where are we?"

"We have arrived at Suimi Town, Your Excellency the Bishop."

"Oh, Suimi Town... Suimi Town!" Barnifoss recognized the houses behind the pier in the darkness and shouted in shock and anger, "What are you doing? This is Suimi Town! You're going the wrong way."

On the red-roofed, white-walled houses that were arranged in a chaotic yet orderly manner, there were more than a dozen black and red flags fluttering in the dark night.

"No, Bishop, we are sending you here."

"You guys, you dare to betray me?" The bishop was extremely angry. He never thought that these servants and guards who had served him for many years would actually betray him.

He casually grabbed the black bread and salted fish on the table and rushed towards them, saying, "I'm going to kill you!"

His roar was answered by a hairy fist as big as a casserole.

The moment the fist touched his eye socket, Barnifors felt his nose sore and salty, bitter and spicy feelings came out on his face.

His last words before he fainted were: "I'm sorry, Lord Barniforth, the people outside are all the Earl's men, and it was the other bishops who asked us to do this."

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Barneyforth was awakened by being splashed with icy river water.

He was held by two soldiers on each side, with his arms held up. The cold river breeze blew through his thin silk nightgown, making all the hair on his body stand up.

"Long time no see, Bishop Barniforth?"

With a stiff neck, Barneyforth slowly raised his head. At the dock, he met the person he least wanted to see.

A young man wearing a knee-length jacket short military uniform, a pair of shiny leather boots, and a purple silk ribbon from the left shoulder to the waist, with a half-smile on his face, stood in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Next to him was a girl with long black hair whose anger was evident in her words.

Although this was the first time Barneyforth had met them, he recognized them immediately.

The demon Horn and the witch Jeanne.

"belch--"

His face gradually turned blue, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

(End of this chapter)