Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 177 Chapter 176 Burn the Boats
Vadrajo said the chief priest didn't dare to come.

Feng Xiuhu doesn't think so.

Because a dog will jump over the wall when it is forced into a corner, and people will run for their lives when they are afraid of death.

So Mr. Feng decided to force them.

So as soon as he returned to the factory area, Feng Xiuhu ordered the main force in the east to push the front line down the slope.

Although this would lose the advantage of the high ground, Feng Xiuhu was certain that the enemy would not dare to send troops easily.

The reason was simple - two of the chief priests who were the main combat unit were injured. If the only remaining one, Ren Pingsheng, dared to come out alone and make trouble, Feng Xiuhu would make sure he never returned.

The result of this test did not surprise Feng Xiuhu. The spies reported that the temple was indeed occupying Guanmiao Street and keeping its troops motionless, responding in a defensive manner.

Feng Xiuhu had a clear idea in his mind and gave orders for the team to continue advancing.

The port area has a complex network of streets of all sizes, but there is only one main street running east-west.

Go down the slope and walk a short distance along the main street, and you will reach the government office.

Feng Xiuhu had been to this place once. It was located at a T-junction, with a large iron gate facing a branch street towards the sea. If you walked east along the main street to the end, you would see the east stairs, and to the west was a ramp.

At this intersection, in addition to the mayor's office building, there are also buildings of other government departments, most of which are not far away.

The intersection had an excellent location, and Feng Xiuhu took a fancy to it, so he waved his hand and forcibly requisitioned the office building as a temporary base.

Afterwards, he dispersed his troops and had each guard officer lead a small team to strictly guard the intersections of each branch street.

At this time, the advantage of the church was reflected - the number of the Holy Guard was several times greater than that of the temple.

Standing on the roof of the office building, Feng Xiuhu asked Mike a question.

“Why is the government office located in the port area instead of the upper city?”

Mike smiled helplessly: "Don't tell me, the government office was really in the upper city from the beginning."

He pointed in the direction of the upper city: "Now that place is called the Duke's Mansion."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly understood - no wonder, he was confused at first, why is the conference hall in the Duke's Mansion so big, the Duke is too extravagant, it turns out that the place was originally converted from the government building.

Mike went on to explain, "After the Duke arrived, he proposed 'benefiting the people and being close to them,' and so the government office was moved to the port area."

Feng Xiuhu's eyes rolled. "So he was already at odds with the President back then. He probably wanted to move the government office away from under his nose so that he could do things that shouldn't be seen in public."

Mike shrank his neck and subconsciously looked around. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one had heard him. "Be careful with your words. Just say this in secret. Don't let anyone else hear it."

Feng Xiuhu asked curiously, "The Duke of Daguo has almost never concealed his intentions to oppose the President. His rebellious intentions are so obvious, yet the President doesn't care?"

Mike looked around again, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he lowered his voice and said, "I'll tell you this."

"In our Eastern Continent, from ancient times to the present, the change of dynasties is a common occurrence. The person sitting on the throne has changed again and again, but the deity on the altar has never changed."

"The gods don't care who sits on the throne, because no matter who it is, they will eventually kneel at the altar."

"Thus, throughout the dynasties, gods and temples almost never interfered in mortal conflicts."

"But this time it's different, because the Church stands behind the Duke."

"If the Church hadn't set foot in the Eastern Continent, the President would have already taken action against the Duke of Daguo—and the Duke of Daguo wouldn't even have had any other intentions at all."

"But it is precisely because the Duke of Okunoichi has the support of the church that the President dares not act rashly."

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment. "Ultimately, the Eastern God isn't confident of defeating the Western God, so the two sides are forced to maintain a superficial peace. This situation has given the Great Duke room to grow stronger. The introduction of Western industry and the expansion of the Church's faith are all part of his plan to erode the Great Xuan." Mike chuckled dryly. "You see things quite clearly."

Feng Xiuhu rested his chin on his hand and pondered, "But the President was able to conquer the country, so he must not be stupid. I don't believe he would just watch the Duke of Da develop while doing nothing himself."

Mike said angrily, "I don't know about that. I haven't been to the capital either. If you ask me about Sail City, I know a little bit, but as for the thoughts of a figure like the President, I dare not even guess, let alone inquire."

……

Due to the temple's avoidance of war, the war seemed to have reached a "bottleneck period".

After Granshaw sternly rejected his "burn the boats" tactic for the third time, Feng Xiuhu felt deeply that his talents were wasted.

Granshaw was also helpless. "First, I don't understand why you insisted on destroying all the kitchen utensils of the logistics team. Secondly, the ships docked at the port are either merchant ships or warships of the Water Control Bureau. They have nothing to do with this war. How can you demand their destruction for no reason?"

Feng Xiuhu was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "How can we win if we don't sink it? Are you an undercover agent sent by the temple?"

Granshaw was almost in despair. "Father Feng, I strongly suggest that you return to the rear and rest. Your current mental state is simply not suitable for continuing to command the battle."

Feng Xiuhu pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry. I have another plan, 'Secretly Crossing Chencang', which can bring peace to the world. We will turn our forces around and pretend to attack the palace first. When the Guan Temple comes to our aid, we will turn back and launch a surprise attack..."

Glanshaw raised his hand and shouted outside, "Guards!"

Several Divine Guards came in and dragged Feng Xiuhu out.

Feng Xiuhu's voice drifted from outside the door: "Xiao! You are mutinying! You are trying to seize power! I am the commander-in-chief—"

Granshaw rubbed his aching temple and continued reading the battle report.

The temple didn't actually do nothing.

At the end of the day, three street passes where guards were stationed were harassed by small groups of monks, but the attacks did not last long. This was the temple testing the weak points in their encirclement.

In addition, the residents of the port area also caused headaches for Granshaw.

They deliberately dumped foul-smelling sewage around the Divine Guards' garrisons, and piled all kinds of debris and garbage directly on the streets, blocking the roads between the garrisons. Some people even blatantly came to observe the number and movement of the Divine Guards, and then reported to the temple.

There is an even more serious problem here - the temple monks can easily disguise themselves as civilians and then launch sneak attacks.

This is something the church cannot do.

If the Divine Guards took off their armor and swords, they would be like toothless lions, and the priests were not suitable for fighting alone.

It was getting dark, and if the temple took any other action at night, the church might suffer greater losses.

So Granshaw is now considering whether to go back up the slope.

Before he could make up his mind, a violent explosion woke Granshaw from his thoughts.

Rumble——! !

Granshaw stood up in shock. There was no way he could have mistaken the voice.

It's the Shenwei Cannon.

He walked quickly to the window and looked out.

In the direction of the temple, the fire illuminated half of the night sky red.

(End of this chapter)