Tyrant Code

The No.13 day when the Legion fought against the Doron rebels.

The knights under Earl Doron are still stubbornly resisting, while the other troops he hired have given up continuing to resist, and there are even soldiers who are waiting on the only way of the Moran Army just to surrender. .

... Ren Casal Moran has fought on the battlefield for many years, and he has rarely seen such a useless army.

Therefore, Earl Doron is not a material for rebellion at all.He may have his own experience in managing the territory, but leading the army is a mess.

Now, the problem facing the Moran Legion is instead the civilians in that border territory.Sure enough, they regarded Moran's legion as intruders—although many of them were aware of the fact that Earl Doron's rebellion was true, they were used to being comfortable under the rule of the Doron family, and they still quite rejected the Moran family who came to take over the territory .

In this regard, Casar Moran showed a rare means of thunder.He does not want the local civilians to help him suppress the rebellion, but anyone who assists the rebels or conveys information for the rebels will be arrested and imprisoned, and they will be sentenced to exile in light cases, or even lose their lives in severe cases.

His icy blue eyes wandered the land.This place will soon be the fiefdom of his eldest son, and without accident, it will also be one of the properties of the Moran family.How to make this territory long-term, he believes that Gordon will have his own way... But before that, he will clear out all the garbage on this land.

"Father." Burrien walked up to him. Behind them was the camp where the sergeants were lighting a fire for dinner. "When are we going to attack Doron's castle?"

"You can wait a little longer," Casal said, "I made a fake news earlier, saying that we will make a surprise attack tonight, so we can wait a few more days."

Wait until the other side has been vigilant for a few days and is exhausted before launching an attack.

Recently, they deliberately released a few informants from time to time, letting them pass false news to the other party and turn the other party around.Recently, under Cassar's order, they have added a sideshow - every day they send people to the high river bank, very close to Doron's castle, to flog the prisoners captured from Doran's army, so that The wailing sounded through the long night; and after a while they arranged for a few people they captured from the ranks of poor priests to make a long speech on the river bank, telling them all the benefits of surrendering to the king-of course, these benefits were the smoke bombs released by Casar, When the battle is over, all that should be liquidated will be liquidated together.

After such an operation, the rebels' will to resist has been weakened a lot.

So far, neither Casar nor Burrien has met the leader of the rebel army.But they have already reached the door of each other's house. I believe that Earl Daolun will have to show up if he doesn't want to show up in the near future.

Burrion gave a soft "tsk", looking at the brightly lit castle from a distance, the wind messed up his hair, making him a little irritable.

"This time, you seem to be especially impatient." Kasar glanced at him, "Did you go to the capital and give up your heart?"

Brian retorted: "Where's the matter... I just thought of Gordon. He has something for me to do."

Cassar raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Burrion: "The matter of transforming the magic gun..." As he spoke, he covered his mouth violently, and looked at his father with wide eyes, "You didn't hear anything just now!"

Casal Moran: "..."

His youngest son is good everywhere, but his IQ is not enough.

So Cassar gave him a cold look, which he rarely did after Burrien grew up: "Speak clearly to me!"

Brian took a deep breath and scratched his head: "I can't explain a sentence or two... Well, let me show you something."

He walked back to his luggage, and then took out a handful of things that were long and wrapped in cloth. When the father and son walked to a remote corner that no one noticed, Burien opened the package: inside The lying one looks like a firecracker for hunting birds, but it is very different when you look closely.

"This is a long-range magic gun specially modified by Goldo for me." Burrien said proudly, "He said that I am good enough in melee combat, and the main purpose of this magic gun is still in medium-range and long-range attacks. "

Casal took the magic gun in his hand and looked it up and down for a while. Burrion briefly taught him how to use it, and then aimed at a crooked-neck tree far below the hillside——

"boom."

The flames started from the dry roots, and soon turned the whole dead tree into charcoal.

"...Damn it." The recoil of the magic gun made Burrien stagger half a step, "After this improvement, the effect is even more terrifying."

The soldiers in the camp heard the loud noise and turned their attention to the dead tree.

"What's going on, that tree is on fire?"

"I heard something just now...it must have been struck by lightning."

"Just this weather? Thunder?"

Everyone talked a lot, but since there was no follow-up, they turned their attention to dinner.

Casal Moran: "..."

He knocked on Burrion's head furiously: "Did you take it out and use it without experimenting yourself!"

"I have experimented with the first generation before... This is an improved version given by Goldo. It can't be more difficult to use than the original one, so I just got started." Burrion hissed in pain, but right now he doesn't care Not so much, but looked at the direction of the dead tree burning with surprise and joy, and said, "Father, with this thing, will our family be invincible in the future?"

Cassar didn't answer this time.

He fell into a brief thought, and asked Brian: "Did Goldo tell you why he developed this thing?"

"Let me use it for self-defense." Brian said as a matter of course, "You don't know, since the incident with the Daolun brothers, my brother's tone of voice has become gentler when he talks to me. He is nervous about me. Yes, he was still very reluctant when I left the capital..."

Cassar: ...Sure enough, it's useless to ask.

"Put away your things." Casal Moran urged, "I won't restrict you when it's time to use it. But this time is not a good time."

Burrien hugged his gun with regret on his face: "It's not a good time yet? Then when will it be?"

This time, his father did not answer him.

While they were chatting, suddenly a guard ran not far away and shouted that there was something to report.

Brian took advantage of the night to put the magic gun back and wrapped it up, it looked like a long sword he was carrying.

Many officers in the legion carried a replacement sword, fearing that something might happen to their weapon on the battlefield.If a new weapon needs to be replaced temporarily, it is undoubtedly that the sword he used is more convenient-so, several people along the way saw this thing that Burrin was carrying, but no one asked him what it was.

After seeing Casal gesturing at him, the guard trotted to the father and son: "My lord, someone from the Holy See is here! It's the new bishop, Aldrich Finn!"

Burrien: "What are the people from the Holy See doing here?"

Casal pondered for a moment: "The old ministry next to the Pope, but it didn't have any sense of existence before. I didn't expect him to take over the bishop's position...it makes sense." Then, he raised his head, "Arrange the reception immediately."

*

When Casal Moran saw Aldrich, the latter was wearing a black robe and standing under the dim candlelight.His temples have been completely dyed silver-gray, and the wrinkles on his face are also criss-crossed, but his eyes are piercing.

After exchanging a few greetings with the other party, Casal Moran asked directly: "After all, this is a battlefield where swords have no eyes. May I ask why you are here, Bishop? If there is any legion that can help you do something , just open your mouth."

It means that you, an elderly war scum, don't hang out in these high-risk areas.Don't cry one day when you die and have nowhere to live.

Aldrich, as if he couldn't hear his subtext, smiled slightly, crossed himself on his chest, and said piously, "I'm here to spread the gospel of the Holy Lord."

Cassar didn't speak.

Aldrich: "I believe that those booing priests have also brought you a lot of trouble, right? They are the brains of the rebels, and they are also the eyes, eyes and mouth of the rebels. If you conquer them, your sergeants will also save effort." many."

Cassar smiled lightly: "Then what are you going to do?"

"The gospel is the same as the truth. As long as it is sown in one person's heart, it can be passed on among the people." Aldrich said with a smile, "Those priests are also considered as compatriots in our church. I believe they are just going astray. Influenced by the Gospel They will allow their souls to be purified again."

Cassar: "...Then what do you mean?"

"Please bring me a poor priest. Then give me a quiet and dark room, and a little time." Aldrich's eyes flashed with a kind of fanatic light, "I will influence him ...and guide them all like a saint shepherds sheep."

Casal Moran: "..."

Subconsciously, he felt that Aldrich Finn was either insane or just talking nonsense.

But this is still a bishop anyway, and his request is not that excessive.Casar thought for a moment before agreeing, and secretly sent a few sergeants to accompany him to keep an eye on him.

Afterwards, Aldridge took a poor priest as a prisoner, and the two of them stayed together in the small dark room for about a quarter of an hour before he released him.

"Now, put him back. It's like putting sheep back into the flock," Aldrich Finn said. "He's a different person."

Sure enough, the poor priest admitted his mistake bitterly as if he had been brainwashed, and said that he wanted to dissuade other people in the organization from helping the rebels to rebel.

So the poor priest was released back to the other side of the river, in Daolun's core territory.

A chaos began to unfold quietly.