When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 619 The Raindrops Are Heavy
"I, I can't breathe..." The bald knight had half of his head buried in the mud, with a Holy Gun Cavalryman in white armor kneeling on his neck.

"Behave yourself! Who told you to attack the army?" The Holy Gun Knight put the muzzle of his gun against his head and cursed while tying his hands with chains.

With half of his face pressed against the mud, the bald knight's sky had collapsed to the other side of the world, while the world in front of him was filled with fighting mountain people.

On the dirt road in the cold rain, not far from the knight's main house, among the bushes, streams and forests, arrows flew back and forth, piercing shields or tree trunks.

The Black Champion in a felt hat yawned, rested the Holy Gun on his shoulder, and stared blankly at the childish fight in front of him.

The two groups of mountain people waved flails and spears, shouted and pushed each other, and the rusty axes and pitchforks even splashed a few sparks in the rain.

From time to time in the rain, shouts of "You like to block the road and prevent the wool from passing through, right?" and "Because of you, I get 4 dinars less. Who will make up for the money I need for the winter?" could be heard.

Compared to the laziness of the Black Champion soldiers, Jourdan, the legion commander, looked at the mountain people of South Mound County with shining eyes.

It has to be said that the fighting skills of these South Mound County mountain people are very high. They actually have a tactical formation with the first row going forward and the back two rows encircling on the left and right.

The attacked mountain people would actually cooperate with the archers to counterattack. This ability, which was developed from hunting foxes, wolves, wild boars and even monsters, made Jourdan quite envious.

I heard that Meliati tried to ask Your Majesty to help train a new type of infantry like the Savior Army in the Mountain County. Maybe these mountain people are a good source of soldiers.

While Jourdan was still thinking, the fight among the mountain people was coming to an end. After all, the villagers led by the Holy Father Society came prepared.

Firstly, their number was twice that of the so-called martial law protesters. Secondly, each of them wore a simple leather armor or carried a sledgehammer or a harpoon, which made them much more elite than the so-called "martial law troops" with their patchwork weapons.

In less than half an hour, the mountain people led by the itinerant monks defeated the mountain people led by the knights.

Jourdan looked up and said to the captain of the Holy Gun Cavalry: "Let's go meet Knight Adrian."

When a dozen cavalrymen wearing white breastplates appeared in his field of vision, Adrian's expression was extremely ugly at first, and then became indifferent and even happy.

Sure enough, His Majesty the Saint Grandson could not bear it any longer, and he even dispatched his own Holy Gun Cavalry to suppress the rebellion.

Although it did not achieve the expected effect, it did achieve half of its goal. "The Salvation Army defined the mountain people's protest as rebellion," which meant that His Majesty the Holy Grandson who drafted the constitution took the initiative to violate the constitution.

In this way, the legitimacy of the perpetual lease is lost.

After all, the right of perpetual lease is based on guaranteeing the citizens' ability to exercise autonomy, and the Savior Army's suppression at this moment is depriving the citizens of their autonomy.

After all, it was the citizens who voluntarily chose not to have permanent leases and hundred-household districts, but the Salvation Army forbade them to do so. Isn't this a disregard for the freedom of the citizens?
There was some noise in the Advisory Council.

To be honest, Adrian has always believed that the Saviors were setting too high a tone and would suffer a backlash sooner or later over this matter.

"Lord Adrian..." A trembling voice sounded. Adrian turned around and saw Henderson who couldn't even stand steadily.

Understanding this, Adrian said calmly, "I will raise your little son, your wife and daughter for you."

Henderson suddenly fell to the ground. He wanted to continue talking, but when he saw Adrian's cold eyes, he seemed to be frozen.

You know, everything Adrian did was only through a single line of communication with Henderson, and even Ansel and Bryson were kept in the dark.

Even if Henderson told everything, it would not have any impact on Adrian because there was not enough evidence.

It was not until this moment that Henderson suddenly understood why His Majesty the Saint Grandson was determined to promote the perpetual lease and the 100-household districts.

At least with the mechanism of the hundred-household district, he was no longer afraid that Adrian would use his power as the lord of the manor to harm his family and lead to the situation today.

Adrian adjusted his expression, opened the gate of the main house openly, and walked towards the seven or eight knights who were riding horses.

"You all came just in time. If it weren't for you, our manor would have almost been attacked by these bandits." Adrian said hypocritically, holding Jourdan's horse, almost crying.

"It's not our credit to drive away the army." Jourdan said with a smile on his face. "These are volunteers from nearby parishes. Their fight with the martial law troops is a private fight. This kind of rural security issue is the business of the township sheriff. We, the Salvation Army, cannot and will not intervene. We just happened to come across it."

He nodded slightly in a flattering manner at first, but then the smile on Adrian's face froze.

Because this means that it was not the Savior Army but other mountain people who stopped the mountain people from rioting.

The Salvation Army had no involvement at all!
In other words, the narrative of "the South Mound County mountaineers were suppressed by the army because they refused to take the perpetual lease" turned into the narrative of "a group of opposing mountaineers were suppressed by more supportive mountaineers."

This nature has changed.

The conflict between the Holy Fathers and the mountain people turned into a conflict among the mountain people themselves, and everything Adrian had imagined before became a bubble.

After all, the "mountain folks" that the Holy Fathers forced the mountain folks to sign perpetual leases refer to all the mountain folks in South Mound County.

But as far as the internal fighting among the mountain people is concerned, the "mountain people" at this time only became a part or even a small number of villagers.

Damn it! The plan that these nobles and knights had been thinking about for so long was actually solved so easily.

These mountain folks, who are used to being represented, are unwilling to be represented by a small number of knights and mountain folks at this time!

"Then, why did your cavalry arrest these two knights?" Adrian asked with a forced smile.

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"They attacked the army. We had only invited them to the priest church in Ni Tan Township to meet and discuss matters. Who knew that they would attack us as soon as we approached." The captain of the Holy Gun Cavalry spread his hands, "Then there is nothing we can do. We can't not fight back, right? Don't worry, they will be released after doing hard labor for a few years and paying a fine. They didn't hurt anyone."

"I see." Adrian's smile became more forced. "Then I won't disturb you from performing your duties. I'm leaving now."

"Wait." Jourdan stopped Adrian who was about to leave. "Mr. Adrian, you are also invited this time. It is better to come now to prevent you from being threatened by the mountain people protesting the martial law. We will escort you there."

Adrian couldn't hold back the smile on his face anymore. He switched between fierceness and anger several times before turning around with veins popping out. "Look at my head. I'm going to pack my bags now."

"Hey you, take a few people with you and help Mr. Knight pack his luggage."

"Yes." A team of Saviors saluted, beat their chests and waved their hands, quickly filed in, controlled the entrance and exit of the knight's main house, and followed closely behind Adrian.

Just as Adrian was packing his luggage in a pretentious manner, Jourdain left the main house and ran towards the village church.

At this time, the security in front of the village church had been lifted, and people were jubilantly wrapped in blankets and drinking ginger soup in the main hall of the church.

Some people who were eager to do good even went to the village entrance with flails to help in the battle.

The rest of the people stayed in front of the church. When they saw Jourdain and the white-armored knights approaching in black uniforms, they all applauded and cheered.

Ansel was ill, so Bryson went to meet him himself and bowed to Jourdain with his hands touching his chest.

But what he didn't expect was that before he could bend down, Jourdan grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up.

"We are late." His hands were rough, but Jourdain's words were kind and friendly.

"We thought that we would have to pay the price of blood like in "The Expedition of Saint Sun"..." For some reason, Bryson suddenly felt a little aggrieved and confused. He laughed at himself, "It always feels like there is a lot of thunder but little rain."

"Enough monks have died for this, and we have shed enough blood. We wanted to sacrifice ourselves in exchange for a new life, and we still need to do so now. Isn't the establishment of the Holy Father Society in vain?"

Taking two steps back, Jourdan stood solemnly in front of Bryson, pounded his chest with his right hand, and then swung it parallel to the ground: "You have suffered enough injustice, thank you for your efforts."

Bryson was stunned at first, then he pounded his chest half crying and half laughing, and waved his hand with the same courtesy.

He had never heard this phrase from any bishop or clergyman of episcopal level.

(End of this chapter)