A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

There are now two fronts in this war.

One is the Chomutov Fortress in the south, where a tenacious and protracted offensive and defensive battle is taking place.

One is the northern front, where the two sides are confronting each other and neither seems to have the advantage.

In short, the outcome is currently too difficult to determine...at least that's the case until the latest intelligence is released.

But after Thomas finished reading it, he felt disappointed.

He knew that Count Svetopelk had lost.

At least for this war, he has lost the chance to win.

His only chance was to capture Zatazhi before the Duke intervened, and preferably to capture Count Jaromil alive.

But now that opportunity is gone.

Chapter 60 Rebellion 1

Chomutov Castle in the early morning.

The former monastery has now been transformed into a castle fortress, garrisoned by hundreds of men. The outer walls have been repaired and renovated, but the interior layout remains unchanged.

In the heart of the castle, above the former monastery hall, there is still a statue of the cross of Jesus' crucifixion.

The soldiers might be able to drive out the monks inside, but they dared not touch the statue.

Giuliano knelt before the image of Christ and began his morning prayers respectfully.

He was also a member of the church, so he naturally knew how to recite scriptures and pray. In fact, most educated Christians knew how to do that.

After the morning prayers, he stood up and spoke a few words to one of his attendants who was also praying.

The attendant nodded, stood up and walked slowly towards the back hall.

Soon, he was the only one left in the hall.

The patrol officers outside rang the bells, and the bell sounds, along with the distant horn sounds, slowly echoed over the castle, making it seem remote and peaceful.

The sound of horns in the distance came from the enemy camp outside the castle, where daily patrols were also being carried out.

In this era, there are only three ways to attack a castle head-on.

The first is to attack regardless of sacrifice, the second is to rely on a large number of siege equipment, especially cannons or catapults, to suppress and consume the enemy, and the third is to lay a long siege until the enemy runs out of food and surrenders.

In other words, it either costs lives, money, or time.

The enemy obviously chose the third option.

This is a very passive method of attacking a city, but there is no solution.

After finishing his prayers, Giuliano went to the window and admired the sky.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a big beard slowly walked in.

The man was of solid build, carrying a small to medium-sized shield on his back and an axe.

"Commander!" he greeted Giuliano.

"It's you, Captain Johnson!" Giuliano nodded and pointed to the table and chairs beside him.

The two soon sat face to face.

The man's name is Jason, and he is a mercenary captain.

It is one of the many mercenary teams hired by Giuliano.

Most of the hundreds of defenders in Chomutov Castle were mercenaries.

This time, Giuliano hired a total of five mercenary teams, each with a different number of members, but Johnson was definitely the one he got along with the most. During several castle attacks and defenses, the two had saved each other's lives more than once.

The two have a very close relationship and have long been like brothers.

After sitting down, Jason spoke softly.

"There's been a constant stream of incidents in the west, and rumors are constantly circulating. Last time, they said the army was running low on rations, and now they say someone has defected to the enemy... If this continues, I'm afraid it'll be bad in the long run."

"It's nothing," Giuliano said. "Ever since we got together, they've known their commissions aren't high enough. So it's understandable that they're a bit grouchy. But regarding logistics... I heard there were some unplanned expenses?"

This is just a euphemism for what actually happens.

"Well, we've checked it out, but we haven't found out who it is yet. But it should only be a matter of time. Our military judges are very qualified."

"It's a pity that he was injured and can only serve as a military judge now. We will never see him charging into battle again."

"Haha, I can only say it's bad luck... By the way, what's the logistics situation like?"

"Ordinary military rations and the like are certainly fine, but..." Giuliano smiled. "Some things are indeed running low, like high-end red wine."

"Ah, is that true?"

"The monastery itself has a decent supply of wine... so when I was raising military supplies, I didn't prepare much. I didn't expect the consumption to be much greater than anticipated after the stalemate." Giuliano sighed. "Anyway, there's really very little high-end wine left... If you want some, this is probably your last chance."

An indescribable smile appeared on Johnson's face.

"Luckily... I went to the wine cellar when I came here just now."

He shouted outside, and a young follower came in with a large bottle in his hand.

"This is the last bottle," he sighed. "We've been doing nothing lately, so everyone's drinking."

He casually pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured a full glass into each of the two glasses on the table. Then he picked up a glass for himself.

Giuliano smiled and took a glass as well.

The difference between high-end and low-end red wines is still very obvious. Those inferior products collected from the outside world cannot be compared with the high-end red wine in front of them.

These red wines were originally specially supplied to the abbot and vice-abbot of the monastery. They were high-end goods that even the middle-level officials could not enjoy.

If you take it out, each bottle is worth several florins.

These last few bottles are even more exquisitely aged.

"Good wine!" Giuliano laughed and took a big sip.

The mellow and strong wine with refreshing aroma is indeed a top-grade wine.

When the upper class drank, they took small sips each time, allowing their tongue and mouth to savor the flavor as much as possible. But these soldiers didn't pay attention to this and would just take a big gulp when they raised their glasses.

"Commander, is there any latest news from the northern front?"

"No, why do you ask that? Anyway, you just need to believe that the advantage is on our side." Giuliano answered casually.

As long as Chomutov Castle was in their hands, they would have driven a nail deep into the county. With only a few hundred soldiers, they could pin down the enemy's forces for half the county, rendering them unable to move.

This is the ingenious thing about the geography of Chomutov Castle.

In other words, this is the crucial place that determines the outcome of the entire war.

"What do you think will happen in the North?"

"I think we'll fight and negotiate at the same time," Giuliano said. "The chances of achieving a complete victory, of taking the entire county, are slim, but... a 100% victory is a victory, and a 60% victory is also a victory."

He sighed slightly.

A 100% victory was difficult; it could only be achieved by capturing Zatazhi and capturing Count Jaromil. And even then, it was only a possibility. After all, the Psemmes family was the ruler of the Duchy of Bohemia.

"Oh, it's so annoying. I just don't know what the reward will be after victory..." Johnson also sighed.

This is the downside of being a mercenary. When it comes time to reward them, they are definitely not as good as your trusted subordinates.

The two of them took turns drinking and chatting, and soon finished the big bottle of red wine.

The strength of this aged wine was quite strong. After a while, the alcohol took effect and both of them felt uncomfortable.

Since there was nothing to do in this siege, Johnson said goodbye and staggered away.

Giuliano didn't leave at all. He just sat down and fell asleep leaning on the back of the chair.

After a few minutes, he started snoring loudly.

Just as the snoring sound started, Johnson, who had left, had quietly returned.

"Commander?" he called softly.

No movement.

The effect of mixing alcohol with hypnotic drugs is very good.

Johnson sighed, picked up the axe, and chopped it down hard.

Chapter 61 Rebellion 2

In the lobby, Giuliano rolled backwards, falling with his chair, and avoided the axe.

He jumped up and drew his sword, his movements light and agile, not at all like those of a drunk man.

The two looked at each other.

"Commander, you... you are not drunk!?" Johnson was stunned. His arms were shaking slightly in shock.

He clearly saw the other party drink all the drugged wine.

If you only drank one or two sips, it would be hard to tell if it went down your throat. But with so much alcohol...it was definitely down your throat.

How can it be! ?

Taking advantage of his surprise, Giuliano swung his sword and attacked, breaking through his defense in two strokes, blocking the battle axe with his long sword, and then raised his leg and kicked hard, hitting Johnson in the chest.

The kick was so heavy that it sent him flying.

Johnson was not wearing armor, but he actually took the force of the kick. When he got up, there was already a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You have a keen eye... Commander, it seems you've always been wary of me..."

"No, I'm not on guard against you, I'm on guard against everyone," Giuliano replied coldly. "You probably don't know, but I always have antagonists for hypnotic drugs on hand. Besides, I received drug training as a child. I can tell mainstream drugs apart, even if they're mixed with alcohol."

"Tsk... Awesome... You're worthy of being the commander... Cough... Cough..." Johnson laughed, and then the laughter turned into coughs.

"Everyone says you've got a plan that's perfect. I didn't quite believe it at first, but now I can't help but believe it."

"Everything was planned out? But I still didn't expect you!"

"What do you know!" Johnson's face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth. "Do you think I don't know that we're already defeated this time? We're basically cannon fodder now! I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of dying here for no reason like this!"

"Is defeat inevitable? Our food reserves can last at least three months!"

"You've been lying to me until now... Commander. You've done a thorough job in stabilizing the morale of the troops. I already know that Count Svetopelk has betrayed us. We've been abandoned!"

He stood up, clutching his chest. "Just because I'm a mercenary, do I have to be cannon fodder and die for nothing?!"

"That's just a rumor, Count Svetopelk..."

"He's already reconciled with Count Jaromil!" Jensen sneered. "Now, we're the only ones left! Do you think we can hold off the enemy army with just a few hundred of us and a castle? Commander, if you don't think about yourself, think about others too. This is the perfect time for us to surrender. If you come here, you'll miss out!"

Giuliano looked at this comrade who was as close as a brother with heartache. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

In fact, Johnson was right about one thing. They couldn't keep blocking like this.

The two earls are still in negotiations, and they may or may not reach a settlement.

There was a real possibility that Giuliano might be betrayed.

If he lives, he will be rewarded according to his merits and have a share of the spoils. If he dies, then it will be over once and for all.

Count Jaromil can vent his anger, and Count Svetopelk can get rid of a burden.

So he had already calculated the retreat plan for himself and others in advance.

Now it seems that everything is too late.

Sure enough, although this matter is confidential, it still cannot be kept secret and must be shared with the main subordinates in advance.

After all, what you learn from military books still needs to be put into practice.

Human nature is a factor that must be taken into consideration at all times.

During the confrontation, there was a burst of light weapons clashing sounds, mixed with screams and shouts.

Giuliano's expression changed slightly. "What did you do?"

"What? Actually, nothing much. I just made some manpower arrangements when I came to see the commander." Johnson, suppressing the pain, laughed heartily. "Commander, a wise man knows when to act. Now is our last chance. After we surrender the city, we can take the heads of the other leaders. As long as..."

"Shut up!" Giuliano shouted angrily, stepped forward, swung the sword in his hand, and attacked quickly.