Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 179 Chapter 178 Breakout or Hold On
After a while, Guard Officer Morgan returned with news.

"The temple was suddenly attacked by the Divine Might Cannon, and it was in complete chaos. The monks stationed on Temple Street all retreated and hid inside the temple. This shows that they were completely unaware of the attack and were therefore on guard against a possible second bombardment."

Guard Officer Morgan was very excited. Although he was also one of the uninformed, he did not want to miss this golden opportunity. "Father Gran, give the order. The entire Divine Guard has been assembled. With just a nod, we can launch a general attack immediately!"

Granshaw's mind was elsewhere: "Have you found Father Feng?"

Guard Officer Morgan hadn't even looked for him. He said anxiously, "Even without him, we can still fight this war!"

Granshaw couldn't contain his anger and yelled at Morgan, "Until we find him, we can't fight!"

Guard Officer Morgan was completely baffled, stiffening his neck and yelling, "I don't understand!"

Granshaw took a deep breath and was about to tell the whole story when the door was suddenly pushed open again.

Feng Xiuhu, soaked all over, walked in with his priest robe shaking in his hands.

He looked at the two people in the room and said, "What are you still standing there for? You can't even seize this opportunity, and you dare to say you can fight?"

Apart from the last time he gave him a share of the profits, this was the most loving moment for Guard Officer Morgan to show Feng Xiuhu his love. He ignored Granshaw and immediately pounded his chest in response, "Understood!"

After saying this, Guard Officer Morgan ran out as if afraid that Granshaw would speak out to stop him again.

Granshaw's face was gloomy and he stared at Feng Xiuhu without saying a word.

Feng Xiuhu casually threw the wrinkled priest robe on the table and began to take off his pants: "Go, find me a set of clean clothes."

Granshaw didn't move his feet and said in a deep voice: "Did you do it?"

"No."

Feng Xiuhu flatly denied it.

Granshaw sneered: "I haven't said what I did yet."

Feng Xiuhu said impatiently, "Why do you care what I did? It's nothing anyway."

Glanshaw pointed to the robe on the table: "Then why are your clothes wet?"

Feng Xiuhu said immediately: "It's raining outside."

Granshaw subconsciously turned his head to look out the window. The night sky was cloudless, the moon was high in the sky, and there was not even a drizzle.

The corners of his mouth twitched: "Can't you make up a more decent excuse?"

Feng Xiuhu pondered for a moment. "After you took away my command, a torrential downpour began to fall from my heart. You know, people tend to become emo at night..."

Granshaw held his forehead and took a deep breath. After a few seconds of rest, he went outside to call someone to bring Feng Xiuhu a set of clean uniform.

It was a brown long gown. Since Feng Xiuhu's hair could not dry for a while, Granshaw also thoughtfully prepared a bowler hat to cover it up.

If he put on this outfit and wore a pair of sunglasses, Feng Xiuhu felt that he could even set up a fortune-telling stall on the street.

But there was no choice at night, so after changing his clothes, Feng Xiuhu ran downstairs impatiently, joined the Divine Guard Army, and headed towards Guanmiao Street.

……

The chaos in the temple has not been resolved.

Although the previous shot was blocked by the Fengqiang Formation Horse Talisman, the violent shock wave still destroyed many surrounding buildings.

The situation inside the temple was chaotic, with people running around, digging bricks to save people, or passing messages back and forth.

The government officials who were temporarily staying in the temple were the worst off. They were spoiled and had never experienced such hardship.

A group of people stood in the middle of the yard crying for their parents, not knowing where to hide, like a group of headless flies.

Yan Qingtian, covered in dust, was supported by Secretary Song, whose hair was disheveled. He waved his hands and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! In view of the current situation, we must immediately hold a brief meeting. The content of the meeting will mainly focus on safety issues. I have three suggestions..." "Don't stand in the way!"

Two eunuchs came in and pushed Yan Qingtian away.

Yan Qingtian stumbled, luckily Secretary Song supported him, otherwise he would have fallen.

His words were also interrupted and he lost his senses for a moment.

Then he said angrily, "Then everyone, please discuss it freely first. I will ask the chief priest for his advice."

Yan Qingtian led Secretary Song inside. No one stopped him along the way and they went straight to the back hall.

As soon as I got outside the door, I heard the master of ceremonies reporting the situation to the three chief priests.

"The main force of the church has approached Guanmiao Street. Not only that, but the Divine Guards have also begun deploying on the other three sides. Judging from their posture, they are planning to encircle Guanmiao."

Song Chungui's eyes turned red with anxiety. He pointed at Si Li and asked sternly, "Why did the Water Control Division fire the cannon? Did you find out the truth?"

The eunuch bowed his head and said, "We have sent people to investigate, but no news has come back yet."

Zhang Qiuchi, a mature and prudent man, raised his hand and advised, "Don't be anxious, Chief Priest Song. You must not lose your composure right now."

Ren Pingsheng nodded and said, "Master Zhang is absolutely right. The Water Control Bureau wouldn't fire without reason, much less point it at the Guan Temple. There must be a reason. We don't know for now, but this matter has already implicated the Water Control Bureau, so they'll definitely give an explanation."

Zhang Qiuchi twirled his beard lightly. "Hmm... The most urgent task is to break the siege first. Should we hold our ground or work together to break out? We need to come up with a plan as soon as possible."

Song Chun-kyu: "Break through!"

Ren Pingsheng: "Hold on!"

The two spoke almost in unison, and after they finished speaking, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Ren Pingsheng spoke first, chiding, "What a foolish strategy! The Church's morale is high right now, and they're unable to engage in battle. Meanwhile, you and Chief Priest Zhang are still wounded, and we're only able to fight with all our might. Breaking out now will only increase casualties and dampen our morale. Even if we succeed, we'll inevitably have to engage in a nighttime battle in the alleys with the Church. How can we possibly win with our remaining troops?"

Song Chungui sneered and shouted back, "You are so short-sighted! Defending is just waiting for death, how could you not know that? It would be fine if you were just a coward, but you resorted to such a despicable trick, forcing the disciples in the temple to die with you. You deserve to be killed!"

Without waiting for Ren Pingsheng to argue, Song Chungui turned to look at Zhang Qiuchi and said, "Trust me, Elder Zhang. Although the situation is unfavorable right now, there is no retreat. The army of the underdog will surely win. We just need to inspire everyone's morale, unite our forces, find the weak points of the church and strike them in one fell swoop. Only then can we seize the golden opportunity to turn defeat into victory!"

The votes were one to one, and the decision fell on Zhang Qiuchi's head.

Zhang Qiuchi twirled his beard and said nothing. As he was hesitating, he suddenly saw Yan Qingtian walk through the door.

As soon as he came in, he burst into laughter: "Hahaha, let me be fair, I think Chief Priest Song's proposal is very constructive."

"go out!"

Zhang Qiuchi raised his eyebrows and shouted. He flicked his sleeves and before Yan Qingtian could put his other foot in, he was pushed out by a strong wind.

After seeing Ma Binghe's attitude, Zhang Qiuchi no longer had a good face towards the mayor - ever since he listened to Yan Qingtian's advice, the temple has not been doing well.

So Zhang Qiuchi made up his mind.

He sighed to himself and said.

"Pass the order down. Hold fast to the temple, fortify it with the high walls, and keep the enemy out of the temple."

Ren Pingsheng nodded and smiled.

Song Chungui's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table: "Stupid!"

wow-

The table broke apart and Song Chun-gyu left with a wave of his sleeves.

(End of this chapter)