When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 864 Horn conducts a compliance test on Andre

The gate of the military camp outside the High Castle slowly opened, and horse hooves shook off the dew on the grass leaves.

At four o'clock in the morning, the environment is naturally extremely dark.

The clear sound of horse hooves startled many monks of the Iron Fist Regiment, who looked out of the barracks windows.

What they saw was the rumbling of white-armored cavalrymen galloping through the camp road with solemn expressions.

The target was directly aimed at Andre's main tent - an old knight's villa, where more than a hundred officers and guards were stationed.

Before they could make any noise, they saw the new head priest, Valentyl, holding a torch high, chasing after the group of white-armored cavalrymen.

Then, someone shouted, "Quick, stop them! They are the cavalry sent by the Pope to arrest Monsignor Andre."

"what?!"

Hearing this, the soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment quickly took action.

They all changed into their military uniforms, grabbed their sabers and holy guns, and rushed to the main tent.

But the white-armored cavalrymen stopped outside the courtyard and did not go in.

Although no alarm bells sounded, groups of soldiers gathered around nervously.

As the torches were lit, everyone saw the people in the center surrounded by white-armored cavalry.

In terms of physique, he was far from being tall and strong among the majestic Holy Armor Guards surrounding him.

But just a single silhouette made countless soldiers hold their breath.

"What?" He pulled the reins, turned his horse, and faced the group of soldiers holding holy gun sabers. "You want to swing your sword at me?!"

Many soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment couldn't help but blink their eyes hard, and even couldn't believe what they saw.

The Pope rode slowly along the path of swords, spears and guns, as if he was strolling in his own garden.

On the contrary, the soldiers of the Iron Fist Regiment were holding their guns and swords tightly, and some of them were even shaking.

"My believers, my warrior monks, do you recognize who I am?"

The firelight illuminated Horn's face so that everyone could see it clearly.

This face was printed in countless copperplate engravings in newspapers and books, not to mention the busts of Horne that line the cathedral.

The saint on the altar, the hero of Thousand River Valley in the newspaper, was now standing alive in front of them, and many soldiers slowly lowered their weapons.

But there were still many officers who were mountain knights shouting, "What are you doing? Raise your sabers, all of you."

Valentyl shouted nervously: "Put down the holy gun, don't hurt His Majesty by mistake!"

But then there came another voice with a thick French accent shouting in Leia: "Don't release them, don't release them, don't release them without the order of Sir Andre!"

Amid the shouts, swords, spears and guns were raised and lowered, making it look like a farce.

There were more soldiers or officers who were asking loudly: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

The contemptuous smile on Horn's face was visible to everyone: "You ask me what I'm going to do? I can tell you.

Troops from the Iron Fist Legion disguised themselves as Border Knights and tried to attack me.

Hehe... I feel tired as the Pope, but your Monsignor Andre doesn't feel tired.

Anyone can be the Pope. I don’t love the Holy See and I have no interest in the position of Pope.

But I was angry because he chose to test the lives of us war monks.

A good soldier who could have killed the enemy on the battlefield and died with honor had to die in disgrace because of this incident.

Soldiers, are you just a tool for your political manipulation? "

Drawing his sword and turning around, Horn gnashed his teeth. The firelight illuminated his furious face, like an angry lion. "Andre, I want to ask, what do you want to do?"

The soldiers and officers all focused their attention on Andre, who had walked out of the courtyard at some point and was standing on the steps.

Facing Horn's question, Andre pursed his lips tightly but did not speak.

The warhorse slowly moved forward, its head right in front of Andre's eyebrows, less than a meter away.

He raised his head slightly, but could see Horn's raised chin and condescending gaze.

Andre bowed and said, "Your Majesty, it was not my intention for these remnants of the nobles to cause chaos..."

"Not really!" Laurent yelled at Andre, "Without your consent, would they dare to do this?!"

Horn put his hand across Laurent's chest and pushed him back.

"Lord Andre! Do you want to be the Pope? Or do you want to be the King of Thousand Valleys?!" Although he was talking to Andre, Horn's gaze swept across the entire courtyard.

"What about you? Do you mean the same thing?"

The only sounds in the night were the chirping of crickets and the uneasiness of the soles of shoes rubbing against the ground. Unbuttoning his collar, Horn exposed his chest: "Want to kill me and establish a new pope? Then do it now!"

The courtyard suddenly fell silent. No one dared to speak. The only sounds were the sound of people swallowing and hearts beating violently.

Who else but the Pope could pay them such high salaries?

Apart from the Pope, who will arrange housing for them, teach them to read and write, and provide them with employment after retirement?

Apart from the Pope, who can pay pensions and provide preferential treatment to disabled soldiers and their families on time and in the right amount?
Only under the banner of the Thousand Valley Holy Alliance can they break through the military ceiling of civilians and become corps commanders or even chapter commanders.

Following Andre, where will they go in the future?
However, everything they had was given by Andre. If it weren’t for Andre, all of them would have been forced to work as miners.

As for the officers, it was even more confusing. On the one hand, they had known Andre since the time of the Saint Sun Righteous Army.

They have known their old boss for four or five years, and he is really good to them.

On the other hand, they are also devout believers of the Pope, and the feelings of the people of Thousand River Valley towards Horn cannot be simply suppressed by a few personal emotions.

Horn is their hero, the hero who avenged the blue-blooded orphans and gave freedom and dignity to the people of Thousand Valley.

The only ones who absolutely stood on Andre's side were the Fran officers.

However, their number is far less than the former, and most of them are military garrisons rather than active military officers.

In terms of quantity, it cannot affect the overall situation.

If it was Horn, would they still be able to keep everything they have now?

If it were Andre, would they still be able to enjoy everything they have now?

Every soldier could hear this sound, their hearts beating faster and faster.

The Holy Armor Guards around Horn were extremely nervous and were ready to rush over to cover His Majesty's escape at any time.

Not to mention Solan in the shadows. She is hiding in the shadow of the horse's belly at the moment, ready to take Horn away if anything goes wrong.

"answer me!"

Horn's roar echoed in the courtyard, lasting a long time.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and everyone looked sideways, only to see a soldier fainted on the ground with the saber in his hand thrown far away.

Time stopped for a moment, and Valentel's voice cut through the night sky: "Your Holiness, 10,000 votes!"

“Ten thousand votes!”

“Ten thousand votes!!!”

No matter how the French officers cursed and shouted, these soldiers and officers laid down their weapons one after another.

Then, led by Valentyl, the monks of the Holy Armor Guard and the Iron Fist Legion began to embrace each other.

It was not until this time that the Holy Armor Guards discovered that the Holy Gunners were afraid of accidentally injuring His Majesty, so they not only did not load the guns with lead, but they even did not wind up the springs.

A smile appeared on Horn's face.

He dismounted, touched one man's head, patted another's chest, and even helped up the fainted soldier and carried him to a cool place.

It was not until the tense atmosphere had largely relaxed that he saw Andre still standing there.

The collar and armpits of the shirt he was wearing were all wet with sweat. He placed his hands on his thighs in front of him, with his middle finger pressing on his index finger.

This is the posture that the Franks use to pray for good luck.

But on his face, Andre still had that complex expression of calmness, helplessness and grievance.

"Your Majesty..."

Everyone fell silent, and several officers, even Valentin Taylor, looked at Horn pleadingly.

Surrounded by soldiers, Horn walked in front of Andre, took off the blood-covered cloud, held the scabbard, and handed the hilt to Andre: "Do you know what to do?"

Valentyl nodded behind him, and several white-armored soldiers brought up the mountain knights disguised as border knights.

After waiting for two or three seconds, Andre drew out the blood.

He took a few quick steps, came in front of the soldiers, and chopped them down with his sword.

A moment later, Andre held up the soldier's head under the gaze of other Iron Fist soldiers.

"My only pope is His Majesty Horn!" He shouted, gritting his teeth. "In the name of the Lord, this despicable man has tarnished my piety!"

Smashing the head to the ground, Andre half-knelt in front of Horn, holding the blood-covered cloud above his head with both hands: "Holy Father, bear witness that there is only one sun in my heart!"

"very good."

Horn picked up the Blood Cloud lightly and put it back into the sheath.

(End of this chapter)