Public trial?You deserve it too!

"..."

Denish stared dumbfounded at the farce in front of him. Is this the "remnant army of Wallachia" that the Theocracy informed him?Is this the force they feel can set off a provincial rebellion?

Now he can't wait to rush to the headquarters of the Arbitration Hall, and capture everyone there one by one.

"Ahem! Be neater, be more imposing, do it again—"

"enough!"

Denish roared angrily, and for a moment everyone trembled in fright, and subconsciously stood up straight.

Then the special envoy looked at the team of different heights, fat and thin, with rotten nails here and there, and his blood pressure was full again.

"Galapash! Is this your army? Are you a barracks or a farm! Are you looking for slaves wandering the streets or soldiers!"

"This...Mr. Special Envoy, do you want slaves? It's not easy to find them. After all, slave trading is strictly prohibited in the Empire, and only the Theocracy has slaves."

Fatty explained carefully on the side.

"Is this the problem I'm talking about!" Denish's anger could blow up the entire camp, "Where are you talking about the army? Don't tell me that these crooked melons and dates are all you have!"

Galapash breathed a sigh of relief: "You said army, this is not an army, it's just my own camp. After all, we fled to the empire and scattered, while hiding from the Theocracy... No, no, no, It was because lard was blinded at the time and hadn’t felt the brilliance of the holy religion, so everyone dispersed. Now we are all resolute in safeguarding the rule of the church, so everyone is recruiting people from various places. After all, it’s even worse Eye-catching."

Hearing this, Denish calmed down a little, glanced at the fat man, and snorted coldly.

"Your heart is covered with lard...I see that your heart is covered with lard now."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Envoy, please, please."

Galapash hurriedly waved his hand, motioning for the group of people to disappear, so they dispersed in a hurry, those who fed the pigs fed the pigs, and those who drove the sheep drove the sheep.

"Don't get angry with them. Most of them are newly recruited. Many of them are old farmers. After planting for a year, they can't even eat enough. That's why they came to me. If I don't Feed them, can they follow me? That's why this camp has become like this, don't be angry, as long as we attack, everything will be fine soon."

Denish shook his head, attack?If you can take down a few villages, it is considered that you have not raised so many people in vain, but what is the use of this?It seems that the Theocracy's support forces must be the mainstay.

Denish thought about it, and followed Galapash to his tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, Denish was surprised by the environment inside, because everything was in order, even incense was lit, and there was no dust outside or the smell of various livestock.

"You'd really enjoy it."

"Thank you, Mr. Special Envoy, I dare not say anything else, but if you want to enjoy this kind of place, then I am an absolute expert."

The fat man boasted arrogantly.

Denish shook his head, no wonder this guy survived the War of Wallachia, and even hid for so long——

Who would waste energy gathering intel on this crap?

The Wind Rises on Europa: Chapter 38 Chapter 38 The Avengers

There were still a few guards standing in the camp. They were all in armor, and they looked decent, but they had all kinds of weapons, and one of them even held a heavy iron rod in his hand.

mob!Denish sneered in his heart, and without waiting for Galapash to say anything, he directly sat on the main seat and was about to start working, but the fat man didn't seem to want to leave, but instead rubbed his hands together, as if he had made some decision .

"Well, Mr. Special Envoy, what you said before, that matter, is... the matter of Her Royal Highness, where is Her Highness?"

The fatty asked hesitantly, his eyes still rolling.

Denish sneered in his heart, why did he really care about where the princess was and whether his seat would be taken away by that princess?

"That princess is still in the imperial capital, and something went wrong, but I will get her back later, after all, she is a better banner." Denish paused for a moment, and then worked hard Make yourself sound nice.

"But don't worry, that princess is just a mascot. As long as you cooperate with me well, I will give you a few words of kindness after the mission is completed."

"Then thank you, Mr. Special Envoy, I won't disturb you to continue your work, you are busy, you are busy!" The fat man immediately smiled, nodded and bowed, and exited the tent.

Denis didn't care too much, this guy had already broken his psychological expectations, so he didn't bother to complain, and began to concentrate on studying how to receive the Theocracy's army ashore, and started to destroy the farmland's spring plowing in all directions.

After concentrating on completing his plan, Denish sighed wearily, closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair, rubbing his temples.

Today, he ran around for a long time, and then he was pissed off by the situation here. After trying to change his plan, he is still a little tired. Now that he is busy with the things at hand, the distress immediately hits him like a tide.

"My lord, the general asked me to bring some drinks over."

A flattering voice sounded.

"Send it in."

Denish swallowed his dry throat, only to realize that he hadn't drank water for a long time, and he didn't even bother to open his eyes when the other party came in.

"Just put it on the table."

"Yes Yes."

The person who came immediately put the cup on the table and made a click.

Denish reluctantly opened his eyes, reached out to the table, and wanted to pick up a water glass to quench his thirst.

But he couldn't do it anymore.

The sharp blade cut open his throat and trachea, then carefully avoided the large arteries that would cause splashing, and lifted upwards, piercing his chin and palate softly, straight into the brain.

Denish died in an instant, but the assassin still stirred a few times, until the tip of the knife poked out from his sky cap, and then pulled out the blade.

"General, it's done."

he yelled out.

"What are you shouting for? I'm afraid that others won't hear us killing people from the Theocracy? Don't call me a general. I haven't been promoted to a general yet."

Fatty opened the door curtain angrily and came in. The first thing he did was to blow out the incense. There are a lot of relaxing and sleep-promoting materials in it, which is quite expensive. He only cherishes it when he suffers from continuous insomnia. A while ago, this time the entire camp was smoked and burned for so long, it made him feel bad.

"This guy is so energetic, it took so long."

The fat man curled his lips and looked at Denish who was quite dead.

"What the hell... actually used the whereabouts of Her Royal Highness to scare me. If I wasn't worried about what would happen to the princess if she fell into your hands, do you think I would give you a smile? I should have thought of it a long time ago. There are people from the Royal Knights Watch, how could something happen to His Highness."

He motioned his subordinates to throw out the thing together with the chair, grabbed a new chair, sat down, and began to read the plan written by Denish, which made him really happy.

"...I won't kill the undercover agent of the empire, right? Where the hell did this optimistic person come from? Relying on the rebellion and the support of the Theocracy, he can take the entire plain of Provence? The 800 people from the Theocracy can still serve as the main force To be responsible for the completion? With this ability, you would have overturned the empire long ago."

The fat man snorted, but carefully kept Zhang's order.

"It's not my random order to kill you, it's your chief who decided to donate all of you." He happily hummed a ditty, "Originally, according to my command, at least you can play a little bit." Remaining heat, die more heroically, now, my evaluation is, it’s easy to give away.”

At this time, the knight who delivered the corpse returned.

"Have you dealt with it?"

"It's all done. The clothes and carriages are all burned, the offal is fed to the dogs, and the corpses are pounded into meat paste to feed the pigs. Jonelle is washing his stick."

The fat man nodded in satisfaction, put down the things in his hands, and walked out of his tent.

Outside, the old peasants and mobs in Denish's eyes had regrouped. The neat formation and firm eyes all showed that this was an elite army, but they were actually wearing armor that looked patchwork. There was a tragic aura of the rest of a hundred battles, and everyone's faces were solemn and murderous.

"From now on, we will never turn back." The fat man murmured, "But that's right, we wild dogs who have no master and refuse to give up have never thought of turning back. .”

He scanned his army.

"Everyone, the Theocracy has found us, so today we have to rise up, just to get enough supplies to help us return to our hometown—the hometown that has been occupied by the enemy. Although I have tried my best It was a scheming plan, and we recruited the Theocracy's army as a cover, but unfortunately, our actions, this time allowing 500 people to return home alive, is already considered a big victory."

No one spoke, and no one looked away, they just looked firmly at the commander who brought them here, waiting for his order.

"I don't have any big words to say, because in the face of our hatred, none of them are worth mentioning; I also have nothing to say to encourage, because our actions this time are nothing but death."

There was a trace of tears in the fat man's eyes.

"I have only one sentence, for all those who may be able to survive and embark on the journey—"

"Go home, and then, pay in blood!"

"eye for eye!"

All the soldiers roared this sentence furiously.

The fat man nodded, and turned his head to look at the knight following him.

"Stew and roast the pigs that were used for the destruction of corpses. Let us try to see if the meat fed by those self-proclaimed noble lambs of God is more tender."

"Yes!"

A fierce wolf-like light flashed in the knight's eyes.

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The Wind Rises on Europa: Chapter 39 Chapter 39 One of us is unlucky

In the 13th century of the mainland calendar, the year of forget-me-nots and Zhigeng, the flower moon, a peasant rebellion appeared in the Provence province of the empire.

This was a very common piece of information, and even the local intelligence agency was not prepared to report it to the imperial capital, because the scale was too small, and it would be thrown down in a few days, so there was absolutely no need to go to war because of it.

Then soon, they knew that they were dead wrong.

The opponent obviously got this idea right. The first wave of troops was only a few hundred people, and then when the local Viscount went to suppress it, there was a second wave of troops. The sudden increase in the number of enemies instantly defeated the Viscount's army. He was captured alive, and then counterattacked the castle. With the help of Nei Ying, he seized a large amount of food and supplies, and then the other party issued a ransom request from the nobles.

This made the governor of Provence, who finally paid attention, mistakenly thought that the opponent would be entrenched there, so he calmly deployed troops to encircle him, but the opponent left the burden early and marched eastward in a hurry, as if preparing to enter the Savoy Mountains.

This caught the governor, who was already well prepared, off guard, so he immediately mobilized troops to block the opponent's route into the mountain area, but it turned out to be another feint. After the opponent broke through two temporary defense lines, he turned around and went south, taking advantage of the army to chase desperately The gap between the news lag, interspersed out of the pocket.

At the same time, the third wave of rebellion broke out. The rebel army secretly assembled in the port area directly captured a seaport town and received the troops going south. A large amount of supplies directly helped them boost their momentum.

After successfully leaving the governor's army on the east side of the province, they turned back and rushed to the vast plains, and began to pull down the castles of those little nobles point by point. Along the way, many peasants were either forced or He took the initiative to join this army, and many opportunists or those who no longer wanted to be patient directly killed the local nobles and raised troops to respond.

Until the news spread in the imperial capital, the situation in the entire province of Provence had been completely corrupted. Dozens of rebels, ranging in size from ten thousand to a thousand, had already roamed wantonly on the plains of Provence, which had completely lost the control of the nobility, and panicked. God's Governor of Provence has completely lost the ability to mobilize his subordinates, so he can only gather his troops in important cities such as Aix and Luberon, waiting for reinforcements.

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"What do you think is the rebellion in the province of Provence this time?"

Claude turned off the light, climbed into bed last, and started asking questions.

In the boys' dormitory, besides the lower body, the subject of night talk is politics.

"It's not surprising that although the province of Provence has a well-developed planting industry, it could have become the granary of the empire, but because of the Church State, this granary can only be squeezed by the province of Turin all the time, and the imperial finance department can't even get in. The transaction between the two regions, not to mention involving the military, is a bad debt. Just thinking about the amount of oil and water in it can make people greedy. Who cares about the life and death of the peasants? Isn't it just a rebellion?"

Randolph still performs his brilliant geopolitics today.

"I don't think this is a conspiracy by the Theocracy? After all, the Turin Fortress has always been regarded by them as the greatest shame, the 'abscess on the holy mountain'. Is the rebellion in Provence this time because they want to The Turin Fortress took action, so it was deliberately provoked?"

Georgi is showing the results of his two months of study.

"Impossible. The amount of stored materials in any fortress must be enough for at least half a year, not to mention the amount of stored food. It starts at least one year. If the military management distributes it, this time will be extended to more than two years. Even if Provence’s grain harvest is poor due to the rebels this year, it’s nothing more than bringing in food from other places, and the Theocracy will never try to weaken Turin’s fortress by relying on these extraneous tricks.”

Erwin proudly regards the concept of logistical reserves as an eternal topic.

"I'm actually more curious about the team that started the incident first. Whether it was the timing of the first three waves of the incident or their strong combat effectiveness, the most interesting thing was the fake maneuver towards the Savoy Mountains. The opponent's marching speed is still at the level of the order, and it is definitely not something that a peasant uprising... the rebels can do."

Claude is doing his best to pretend to fit in with his reactionary class.

"What you said seems to be true. The entire province's army was blindly commanded by that stupid governor who was as stupid as a pig, and was led by the opposite side to run for a while. When they caught up, they would have been too tired to fight. Blocking in the Northeast region, letting the opponent return to the plains has attracted many people who want to rebel."

Georgi nodded. As a frontline officer, he still has some sensitivity to the details of these wars.

"It can't really be Theocracy, right?" Randolph was not confident because of what the two of them said, "This kind of mobility, and the combat power that can immediately break through the encirclement after a long-distance forced march, is indeed not a rabble. It can be done, no, it might be better to say that this is definitely an elite army, maybe it was sent by the Theocracy."

"Is there any news about this army later?" Erwin asked.

"I haven't heard of it, at least not in the news I've seen." Claude replied, "But I think the governor is done to the end, who is he?"

"Prince Augustus, but it may not be the case in the end. The eldest prince has always defended his weaknesses. If he is willing to help this time and help the Governor of Provence quickly quell the rebellion, maybe His Majesty will turn a blind eye and close one eye." That's how it went."

Randolph yawned.

"Not necessarily, Augustus will definitely send people, and that is one of his pockets, but if the people sent by the First Prince are relatively underestimated, they will be severely attacked by the elite troops that should not exist on the opposite side." Yes, I am afraid that the order of the entire province will completely collapse, and once the refugee wave appears, it is estimated that the governor will not work to the end, but to the end."

Erwin said with a smile, clearly expressing his position in his words.

Claude silently recorded these people in his heart.

A Randolph who is so well-informed, an Erwin who can talk about the First Prince casually and has no respect at all, and a... oh, Georgi seems to be a hard-working ordinary officer.

In addition, I am a time traveler who is full of troubles...

Tsk, the dormitory assigned by that genius?

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The Wind Rises on Europa: Chapter 40 Chapter 40 A Corner of History

A somewhat unexpected visitor walked into Ludwig's palace. The third prince sat in his seat and looked at that person with a little solemnity. Jung also rushed over in a hurry. In the middle of the night , I don’t know what happened, the Imperial Intelligence Bureau actually came to find me.