When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 907: Riding a cannon for raiding, this thing is much more useful than a lance
Thorn Garden, Wolfbridge County.

As the county seat of Wolfbridge County adjacent to the Gravel Plains war zone, Whitechapel Town is still peaceful at this moment.

Although Qianhe Valley is a neighboring territory, it is already another world for them.

Whitechapel claims to be the most beautiful town north of the Iron Mountains.

It has a honey-colored wooden frame house with a diamond-shaped grid made of wooden frames on the walls, and green sunflowers hanging on the second-floor windowsill.

The ground was paved with milky white cobblestones, and iron plates engraved with anvils, wine barrels, and swords were hung on both sides of the street.

The most beautiful one is the White Church in the center of the town.

It is made entirely of white marble, with pointed ribbed vaults and flying buttresses interlaced and inlaid with gilded spiral decorations.

The most eye-catching are the seven towering chimneys. Few chimneys can be described as lined up one after another, but this one does.

Whenever travelers from Whitechapel return home, they can see the rising white blessing smoke columns and slender chimneys from afar.

However, this peace was broken today.

The townspeople who were walking, talking and laughing in the town first heard a faint whistling sound, as if a thrush was flying by.

People didn't pay much attention at first until there was a thunder in the central church.

When they looked up, the townspeople were stunned.

One of the seven chimneys that they were once proud of now had a huge gap in it.

Broken stones and dust fell from the air, and the chimney was crumbling.

The sentry in the bell tower rang the bell desperately, and the sound of the bell echoed throughout the town.

The housewife carrying a pottery jar and holding a washtub turned her head, and the craftsman who was secretly minting silver coins with pliers stuck his head out.

But all I could see was a broken chimney and all I could hear was a sudden scream.

"what--"

"The Norns are attacking?"

"Close the city gate quickly."

In the terraced vineyards, fruit growers fled into peat bogs and forests in panic.

Hundreds of black knights came galloping on the gravel road. The cavalrymen on saddles pulled out the short-barreled clockwork guns from their boots and fired indiscriminately at the door.

"Swoosh-thump!"

The lead bullet hit the town wall directly, making a dull sound.

There was also a stray bullet that hit a militiaman in the stomach. He knelt on the ground wailing, and the blood kept flowing.

The horrifying scene made many militiamen weak in their movements and they were slow to close the town gate.

At this time, the grenade launcher at the rear made a dull sound, and the clock bullet flew over the heads of the cavalrymen.

After three clicks, an invisible mental shock swept around, instantly freezing the militiamen who were closing the door.

It has to be said that this kind of clock bullet is indeed very effective for low-level soldiers, especially militiamen.

The gate of the wall was not closed in time, which made all the militiamen feel even more depressed.

Behind the wall, nearly a hundred militiamen and night watchmen, armed with grappling spears and bows and arrows, swallowed their saliva and formed a semicircle behind the town gate.

After about ten seconds, a tall black-armored cavalryman broke open the half-open town gate.

"Release!" the mayor shouted in shock and anger.

The blue-black arrow rose into the air quickly and fell to the ground quickly, but only left a few white spots on the cold-forged black armor.

The arrows that occasionally penetrated the weak points of the armor were deflected by the knights on horseback with their swords.

"A soft bow weighing dozens of pounds is ridiculous." As the dull and hoarse female voice spoke, she casually threw out four clock bullets.

Four clock bullets drew four different arcs. Except for one that was knocked away by the scabbard of the guarding Extraordinary Knight, the remaining three fell at the feet of the militia.

"Click——"

The moment the sound rang out, with the landing point as the center, seven or eight militiamen around rolled their eyes and fell down limply.

Behind the black-armored female knight, dozens of knights rushed out, firing clockwork muskets at the oncoming soldiers and militia.

Lead bullets flew everywhere, and iron balls fell on the statue of angels above. The chaos spread like ripples.

The knight who swung the scabbard to open the clock bullet became angry and pulled down his armor, drew his knight's sword and rushed towards the female knight.

"Whose knight are you? How dare you use such a despicable devilish trick..."

"Bang!" The horse stood up and the knight fell backwards.

Carrie had a blank expression on her face. She put the clockwork gun back into her boots and turned her head away: "Throw green dragon breath at the intersection of the street to block the passage."

…………

By noon, the entire town of Whitechapel fell into Carrie's hands.

After repelling most of the town's garrison, the Mountain Cavalry Regiment of the Purification Court's internal guard did not rob the townspeople or kill them indiscriminately.

Instead, they stormed monasteries, churches, and noble houses.

Soon, the priests and nobles, who were in agony from the handcuffs and leopard-skin clamps, confessed everything.

A gold cup inlaid with rubies, a gold necklace with twelve black agate stones, bone china from Brand City and rose china from Jingang...

Not to mention the gilded reliquary filled with gold coins and dinars.

It has to be said that the Thorn Garden, which had not suffered any disaster for a hundred years, was not only rich because of precious metals, but also had considerable wealth buried underground.

Carrie was in a hurry this time and couldn't interrogate the prisoners carefully, but she only found cash and spoils worth 1800 to 2000 pounds.

For a small town of about 3,000 people, this number is quite astonishing.

After grumbling with his companions for a while, Lannes was chosen and walked over to Carrie.

"Your Highness Meliati..."

"You got the wrong person. I'm Carrie, not Meliati." Carrie lowered her head and wrote on the letter paper against her thigh without looking up. "What's the matter?"

"Uh, yes." Lannes didn't dare to ask directly, "I want to ask what to do with these deeds and IOUs?"

"Burn all the IOUs together, sell the land deeds and house deeds at half the price, and only accept gold coins, which are convenient to carry."

After looting churches and noble houses, these mountain knights began to sell their spoils to locals for money.

Silver coins were exchanged from citizens and merchants to purchase supplies, and gold coins were carried as spoils of war.

It also completed the process of returning the Juano sect's religious property to the "public".

"Oh, don't forget to distribute those Holy Way pamphlets, notices... um, and posters about King Jiji's collusion with the Flesh and Blood Court. Remember to hire someone to post them."

"Yes, Your Highness Meliati."

"I'm Carrie." Carrie corrected again.

"Your Highness, we can all recognize who you are..."

"You said I was Meliati, but have you ever seen Meliati's true appearance?"

"……No."

"That's it, do you dare to assume that I am her?"

Lannes was speechless for a moment, so he had no choice but to ask, "Okay, you are Carrie. As the Cardinal of the Purification Court, our superior, can I ask you a question?"

"You ask." Carrie, who was writing a letter, put down her pen and looked up.

"We want to ask about the future. I mean, what position will the nobles occupy in the Holy Alliance in the future?"

After a long silence, Carrie suddenly sighed: "The era of aristocracy is over, but it's good that way. Aristocrats are not called sirs because of their titles, but because of their moral character and talents.

Otherwise, your descendants will become Prince Condé and King Gigi again."

"If he dares to do this, I'll beat him to death." Steve next to him stood up.

"Which of the founding kings of the Plantagenet Dynasty, the Iris Dynasty, and the Blue Bee Dynasty was not a heroic and benevolent monarch?"

Mountain riders just have a low level of education, not no culture.

After hearing Carrie's words, everyone was stunned and thought deeply.

"If you don't want to become civilians, go to the Eastern County of Black Snake Bay or the Akiya County of Gravel Plain.

The Holy League will give you a pioneer knight, and you can be a knight however you like."

Carrie lowered her head again and continued writing the letter to Horn, while the mountain knights in front of her looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is this really Her Highness Meliati? The voice, appearance, hair, facial features are all the same, even the postures, movements, pronunciations, and even the tone of voice are exactly the same.

However, Her Highness "Meliati" seemed to have lost something.

But losing such things did not make her weak, but made her more free and relaxed.

Could it be true, as the rumors say, that Meliati was locked up in the dungeon by His Majesty for training?
(End of this chapter)