When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 808: Green Onion Attack Ha Second Flight Name
Riverside Barracks, Rapid City.

The canal flows with a gurgling sound, and in the cold winter, it actually has a hint of iron-gray luster.

Lights flickered on the roads of Rapid City, and more and more people were awakened by the noise at night.

But the barracks of the First River Transport Army, located near the Rapids City dock, were silent.

A military camp consisting of stone barracks and wooden forts was illuminated by bonfires.

Here is stationed a corps of troops from Heshu, which was established by Meliati to suppress riots along the river.

Compared with a formal army, their nature is more like military police.

After the invasion of Leia began, part of the river transport troops was transferred to Xialu City, and the remaining about 1000-1500 people actually took on the task of river transportation.

They were responsible for transporting supplies and weapons from Rapid City to the fortresses and preventing the Leia army from attacking the fleet.

It should be around 10 o'clock in the evening, and most of the soldiers have fallen asleep.

The air in the military camp was filled with the damp smell of soil after the snow, and no other sounds could be heard except the cries of jackdaws and the sound of flowing water.

The sentries sat around the fire and talked in low voices, and occasionally a patrol of cavalry passed by on the snow.

In the dim camp, only the barracks of the regiment commander, Earl Nathaniel, was still brightly lit.

This noble, who had long been believed to be in league with Count Sampoli, actually passed Meliati's test and stood on the side of the Thousand Valley.

However, a tabloid reporter pointed out that Count Nathaniel and the son of Raffl, commander of the Leia army, were sworn enemies, so he did not surrender to the enemy.

Others say that it was because Nathaniel reacted too slowly and it was too late for him to surrender to the enemy.

In any case, at least until now, the earl from Plain County is still loyal to Meliati.

Sitting on the couch in the military tent, Nathaniel held a feather pen in his hand, staring at the battle report he had just received on the table, but he was reluctant to put pen to paper.

After a while, he sighed, shook his head, and pushed away the battle report in front of him.

With a frown on his face, Nathaniel glanced solemnly over the pile of reports.

The Grand Duke's army is still undergoing so-called baptism and epidemic prevention in the town of Kenk, while the Patriarch's army has already entered the front line.

Although the changes in public opinion in recent days have not affected the overall situation, they still make Nathaniel alert.

After the Thousand Valley Constitutional Convention, the political status of the nobles had been declining rapidly.

The defeat at Gravel Plain, the bond crisis, and the defeat in the invasion of Leia were a triple blow that caused the prestige of the nobles to continue to decline.

Even those ordinary civilian officials promoted by Melia were ready to make some moves.

He still couldn't understand why Meliati would leave the good nobles unused and choose to promote these villains.

While looking at the battle report in worry, Nathaniel heard the unusual movement of the sentry outside the door.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the wooden door of the barracks being pushed open, and a knight in a dark cloak walked in quickly, the snow on his body had not yet completely melted.

"Lord Nathaniel!"

His eyes fell on the newcomer, Nathaniel frowned slightly: "Clowin? It's so late, what do you want?"

The core noble of the Mountain Clan panted, stepped forward quickly, shook off the snow on his cloak, and whispered, "The situation is not good, we have to act immediately!"

Nathaniel raised his hand to motion him to sit down, and asked the servant to pour a glass of hot wine and push it over.

"Don't be anxious, speak slowly."

Clowen took the glass, took a sip, and then lowered his voice: "There is a riot in Rapid City. You must act immediately."

"Riot, what riot?"

"The Canal Club of Lower River County, and the local representatives, are stirring up a movement to impeach the tyrannical governor."

"Just them?" Nathaniel laughed, pointing his index finger in the direction of Rapid City.

"Many representatives from Mountain County have been convinced!" Seeing that Nathaniel didn't take it seriously, Clowen was almost furious. "If you continue to incite, the Senate will really be dominated by peasants!"

Nathaniel's eyes were filled with confusion: "With just this group of people, can they force Grand Duke Meliati to step down?"

As if he had heard a joke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of irony: "If the Grand Duke doesn't step down, do they really dare to do anything to her?"

Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and Clowen's face became even uglier: "They can't do it, but the problem is, if they make a fuss, His Majesty Horn will have an excuse!" Nathaniel's smile suddenly disappeared.

He was silent for a few seconds, his eyes flickering, "You mean... His Majesty Horn will take the opportunity to attack the Grand Duke?"

"Of course!" Klovin said eagerly, "Can't you see it? The Patriarch supports Meliati on the surface, but judging from the military operations he has arranged, he is slowly undermining his power."

Rubbing his brows, Nathaniel stood up and turned his back to Clowen: "At most, he can deprive me of my wartime command... If all the responsibilities fall on the Grand Duke, what about the troops on the front line?"

Klown sneered, “Our core troops are in Kenk Town, trapped by the summer green heat.

His Majesty Horn has already sent two regiments to the vicinity. If there is any trouble, they will be able to suppress the situation immediately...

Now representatives of the Advisory Council are causing trouble again. Everyone knows what the Patriarch is thinking.

And don't forget that our beloved Archduke is seriously injured and is completely unable to control the army."

He walked around the table and approached Nathaniel, his voice even lower: "If the Senate continues to make noise, the Patriarch may really deprive the autocratic prince of his position."

Nathaniel fell silent, tapping his fingertips on the table.

After a moment, he asked hesitantly: "The Constitutional Protection Movement is just a petition. Can it really have such a big impact? If it fails, then we will not be able to get good things from the autocratic prince, and we will also offend the Patriarch?"

A hint of cruelty flashed in Klown's eyes, and he cleared his throat: "Do you think they are just petitioning? Their goal is to eradicate all the nobles!"

Nathaniel's fingers twitched as they tapped the table. "You mean... You don't mean..."

A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Klown's mouth: "Do you want to hear the slogan they are spreading everywhere? The nobles are responsible for the war!"

Nathaniel's face turned pale. This sentence was fatal because it meant there would be a reckoning after the war.

"Thousand River Valley should be led by the Holy Alliance represented by the Council of State!"

This is to pull the nobles out of the Senate, how dare they? ! Nathaniel's face turned even paler.

"Burn the castle, demolish the church, and don't pay any grain when the Saint comes!"

Standing up with a bang, Nathaniel's expression changed completely.

This is the link they fear the most, as it deprives them of not only their political status but also their economic status.

He was not a fool and knew that the real purpose of the Constitutional Movement was not just to express support for Horn.

But he did not expect the situation to have become so bad, and he did not expect the Patriarch to press on so step by step.

"Damn it..." He cursed under his breath, then looked up and asked, "Then what should I do?"

Klowin took a deep breath and said slowly, “First, we must immediately contact the Grand Duchess and Herman to let them know the change in the situation.

Second, you have to get the military to take control of the situation and portray these civilian actions as riots over the bond issue.”

"Riot?" Nathaniel murmured again. "They are just petitioning..."

Klowin smiled mysteriously: "There is only one step between riot and petition, and there are other nobles who will help you."

He stared into Nathaniel's eyes and spoke slowly, "If the situation gets out of control, it is your duty to suppress them in the name of 'quelling the riot'."

Nathaniel gritted his teeth, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.

Seeing this, Klovin went a step further and said almost face to face: "If the situation is really hopeless, then take the Grand Duchess away and never let her fall into the hands of the Patriarch."

"why?"

Klown's eyes were grim: "The Grand Duke being controlled by Horn is the end of all our nobles. Apart from the Grand Duke, who else is qualified to lead the entire Thousand River Valley?"

Taking a deep breath, Nathaniel snapped his fingers with a gloomy face, and two soldiers walked into the barracks.

After whispering for a while, they left again.

Then, the sound of the military camp's horn slowly rang out.

Reaching out his hand, Clowen tightly grasped Nathaniel's wrist, his eyes so hot that they seemed to be burning:

"The glory of the nobility lies in this one move."

(End of this chapter)