When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 980: History of Conquest of the Eastern Region of Black Snake Bay (Part )

The buzzing sound of the clockwork cannon tore through the morning mist, making people's ears and eyes hurt.

Black Snake Bay in December is still as warm as spring, but there are swarms of flies and mosquitoes flying around like black fog.

Sitting on the artillery position with a cup of coffee in hand, Das spread out a newspaper and supervised the battle while eating breakfast.

After almost a year of fighting and military settlement, he has almost adapted to the environment here.

Water snakes scurried past his feet and jungle pythons hung on tree branches, but Kedas remained calm and even read a newspaper from a month ago.

"...The legion led by the ogre warlord Cancun Grit arrived at the gates of the Holy See City and asked the Pope to allocate funds for the expedition..."

"…According to sources, Pope Apuliano is actively raising funds and donations while sending professional negotiators to communicate with Cancun…"

"...During this period, the Royal Court Army looted the city, causing a large number of papermaking and printing workshops to close..."

Das handed the newspaper in his hand to the pastor Mudie who was working next to him: "Take a look."

As Horn said, if you want to have fun, go read the battle report of the Battle of Windmill Land.

The uninvited reinforcements from the royal court, when they arrived to provide support, the first thing they did was to ask for military pay from the friendly forces.

As for the Pope, he actually borrowed money from everywhere to raise funds for the pagan reinforcements, asking them to help fight their fellow believers.

The scene was so dramatic that Mudiay was speechless for a moment.

But as a former monk, despite his hatred for Pope Pugliano, he couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

The Imperial Church has a glorious history, but it has come to an end.

Putting aside his emotions, Mudie picked up the telescope and looked towards the wall of the beastman city-state not far away.

Under the scarlet flag of the Black Champion, the monks of the Divine Punishment Army, wearing thin coats (to protect against mosquitoes), raised their holy guns.

With every sound, piles of beastman spear warriors fell, their obsidian spears as brittle as dead branches under the volleys of clockwork guns.

The mud on the river bank was trampled into a reddish-brown swamp by military boots. Rows of Holy Alliance troops marched forward, pulling at broken limbs and torn rattan armor with every step.

The heat wave brought with it white smoke, spices, and the sweet smell of blood, burning the soldiers' nostrils.

The Black Snake Bay beastman scimitar warrior rushed through the forest with his back hunched, tearing through the wet vines and charging from the side.

But they had only rushed out a few meters when a few clock bullets fell. After an invisible shock wave, the battle roars of hundreds of warriors came to an abrupt end.

The next second, the head of a scimitar warrior was blown off by a lead bullet and hit a banyan tree full of parasitic orchids, with his brains winding like a white snake in the bark texture.

“Holy Thunder!”

Pulling the firing cord, a mist of lead swept across the beastmen and snakemen soldiers in front of them who were only wearing vine armor.

When the last batch of spear warriors were knocked down by the clockwork cannon, they finally lost the courage to attack and fled into the rainforest.

"It's almost time." Das stood up. Based on previous combat experience, they should surrender now.

Mudiay stood up and said, "What the city-states boasted about before is nothing but this is the result."

Looking at the tall pyramids in the city, Das took out a map, compared it, and said, "We have to hurry up and try to open up the entire Musk River basin before the rainy season arrives."

"This Eastern County of Black Snake Bay is too big." Mudie wiped the water stains on the sheepskin map with his sleeve. "If we didn't have a ship to sail, we wouldn't be able to get here in half a year."

In this era, people do not actually have many accurate quantitative concepts about the area of ​​territorial boundaries, only qualitative concepts.

For example, Lulos had said before that Black Snake Bay was twice the size of Thousand River Valley.

However, in fact, after four years of measurement, the northern county has 18 square kilometers, the central county has 12 square kilometers, and the southern county has 14 square kilometers.

As for the Eastern County, it is even more boundless and cannot be counted at all. It is only nominally part of Black Snake Bay.

Although the Western County controlled by the church is the most prosperous, it only covers 4 square kilometers, only a fraction of the Southern County.

Further down from the Southern County is the humid Green Dragon Forest, which embraces the Black Snake Bay, leaving only an exit called the Lilac Corridor.

Further south, and even further south of the Green Dragon Forest, is the Griffin Cape region, which consists of savannahs and intermittent rivers.

On the coast of Cape Griffin, standing between a group of rocky cliffs and beaches, is a series of colonies of various sizes.

Griffins, tobacco, ivory, pearls, as well as snakemen and beastman blood slaves shipped to the Flesh and Blood Court are all local specialties.

Faced with this geographical situation, Horn asked a key question: "Which is bigger, Griffin Cape or Holy Union? Is there a land route to get there?" Griffin Cape, although a geographical term that seems to be on the same level as Thousand River Valley, is actually larger in area than Black Snake Bay.

Under normal circumstances, there is only one road, the Lilac Corridor. In the navigable season of the river, you can go south to Griffin Cape to the frontier, or go out to sea and take the sea route.

So is it possible to bypass the Franks' territory and reach Griffin Cape directly?
The scholars of the Holy See University told Horn: "Yes, Your Majesty, yes."

Griffin Point itself has a large number of rivers originating from the Black Snake Bay and the Green Dragon Forest, but most of them are intermittent rivers.

The so-called intermittent rivers are rivers that only exist during the rainy season, and the riverbed is dry at other times.

After careful selection, scholars from the University of the Holy See picked out the only river that could allow large-scale navigation in the Griffin Cape frontier.

That is the Musk River.

Muskegon River in Eastern County.

After three years of hard work and immigration, and the construction of new towns and docks in the eastern counties, Das began the Musk River Offensive in the autumn of 1453.

As for why we didn't attack before, it was because it was the rainy season and it was impossible to advance.

Fortunately, clockwork firearms are not affected by humid air. If they were replaced with gunpowder weapons, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the combat effectiveness of the beastmen and snakemen in the Eastern County is extremely poor.

"The next stop should be this Nanbo La State, which is said to be the largest city-state in the Musk River Basin."

As they were still talking, they heard Mudie cough, and saw seven or eight beastman city-state nobles, being pressed down by a group of war monks, walking towards the two of them.

The old orc matron was staggering, holding a young child, with a sad look on her face.

She was wearing a leopard skin dress, with gold earrings and jade earring chains on all four ears.

Bringing the young child to the two of them, the old mistress knelt down with a plop and raised the ebony scepter in her hand above her head.

"Great foreign ruler, we have witnessed your power. Under the witness of the God of Terror, please take over the scepter of Kabakulubang and become the new ruler."

"No." Chief Priest Mudie spoke in a clumsy beastman language, "We are not the rulers, but the ones who brought you the spark of civilization."

Fire? Are they going to massacre and burn the city?
The expressions of several beastman nobles changed immediately. These god-like armies appeared suddenly and swept across thirteen city-states on both sides of the Musk River in just three months.

Although we don't know where they come from, according to the rules, they should accept surrender.

How could they have massacred the city if they had not committed any unforgivable acts?

"Hariba!" Das shouted behind him.

Among the dozen or so beastman royals from Daze Township, a beastman walked out.

Several surrendered beastman nobles raised their heads curiously and looked at this fellow man who was wearing the same clothes as humans.

Speaking in a beastman language with a Norn accent, Haliba, a famous general of the Carthaginian Kingdom, straightened his chest and said, "Listen carefully to my name, Haliba Carthaginian, uncle of the King of the Holy Alliance Carthaginian Kingdom, the first captain of the guards of the kingdom, the chief marshal, and the captain of the skirmishers under Huoge of the Holy Alliance!
This will be the name of the future Governor of Kabakulu State."

The old matron looked up at the head pastor beside her and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't say anything.

Seeing the fine fabrics on that man's body and the tattoos of the God of Fierceness on his arms, many city-state nobles, including the old mistress, felt at ease.

Not only are they of the same race, but they are also of the same faith.

The Holy League seems to be the name of these human countries? The Kingdom of Carthage is under the Holy League, equivalent to a vassal state.

So they became a vassal of a vassal?

After consulting Das with his eyes, Hariba stepped forward, picked up the ebony scepter, and coughed, "How many people are there in your Kabakulu state?"

"We have more than twenty hundred men inside the city, and one hundred hundred men outside the city."

"Do you know how many people we have here? Ten hundred people! Do you know why you lost to ten hundred people?"

Several city-state nobles did not dare to speak. Some of them wanted to refute, but after seeing Das's cold gaze, they withdrew their heads.

"Because you believed in the wrong God. You lacked faith in one of the Gods of Ferocity, and that is—"

Haliba turned around and took off his vest, revealing his back, which was tattooed with the image of Hogo the Sphinx.

"The Three Gods of Kong, Meng and Huo are the true faith! From today on, Kabakulubang will convert to the Three Gods of Kong, Meng and Huo!"

(End of this chapter)