chsdbacks #529 - The Raid on Saint Lavan
#529 - The Raid on Saint Lavan
"Cabbage, cheap sale! Cabbage, cheap sale!"
"Eggs, eggs, eggs, eggs jumping off a cliff, selling now!"
The fire-like sky at dusk was distinctly divided from the half-deep blue sky, and wisps of smoke rose from the dozens of houses that made up the small town.
In the town square, most of the market people had dispersed, either heading home to face the sunset, or staying behind to spend some time in the town's taverns and casinos.
"Friar Mudier, we're leaving."
"The Holy Lord be with you." Mudier, dressed in a black monk's hooded robe, drew a 屮 symbol on his forehead and said goodbye to the family of five who had sold all their peas.
"Friar Mudier, have you eaten? Would you like to come to my house to eat?" A tall, strong man waved at Mudier.
"I'm fasting; I'm only eating black bread and water these days, so I won't bother you." Mudier smiled and patted the man's thick, hairy arm. "Don't lead me into temptation."
"Hahahaha." The strong man laughed and left.
Standing at the entrance of the market, Mudier said goodbye to the vegetable farmers and vendors who had participated in the market, one by one. The next time would be in ten days.
It was clear that as a monk of the Huannuo sect, Mudier received more respect than the itinerant monks who huddled in small churches every day.
Since the Salvation Army and the Duke's army had won, taking advantage of this east wind, a large number of original Huannuo sect monks took the opportunity to rise to power, almost completely hollowing out the clergy of these churches.
"More money is coming, Friar Mudier, may the Holy Father bless you!"
"Hey, wait a minute." Mudier grabbed the beggar's idle hand. "You're not going to the casino again, are you?"
"Hehe, how could I?"
He said that, but Mudier watched him walk into the town's casino.
It was a shed with curtains, and the sound of dice hitting the dice cup and cards hitting the table never stopped.
Mudier frowned helplessly.
He was very opposed to gambling and alcoholism, but unfortunately, he had no power to destroy these casinos.
How many times had he seen gamblers ruin their families, sell their sons and daughters, and then their daughters and wives would appear in the brothels across the street.
He even envied the laws of the Salvation Army, which had crimes for drunkenness and gambling, although they only involved confinement and fines, it was still better than the almost non-existent management here.
But fortunately, this was just a corner. Through persuasion and visits, most young people had realized the harm of gambling.
They probably wouldn't be like their fathers, who would lose all the money they had just earned in the market at the casino.
Walking on the muddy road, Mudier walked out of the town. His home was in the wilderness, or rather, the town was in the wilderness.
It was located in the northwestern mountainous area of Kaxia County and had always been closed off.
Despite this, the news of the capture of Kleisburg still reached the town through the mouths of merchants.
But the people here did not feel the war at all. Those who sold eggs sold eggs, those who entered the casino entered the casino, and even held markets.
At first, people were nervous, but after the explanation of the Friar Mudier in front of them, and the fact that there were no defeated soldiers coming here, they let down their guard.
To put it bluntly, Mudier only laughed at Lakunio's lack of wisdom and Putzirio's lack of strategy.
How many roads are there from Hotam County to Kaxia County? They are mainly knights, so naturally they have to take the wide roads and plains.
They must use speed and raid to capture many castles, so that there is a possibility of successful invasion.
Now they have to choose Kleisburg in the northwestern mountains and walk through this valley full of dangers. Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Moreover, once they moved, they lost the opportunity, and the monks were prepared, and it would not be so easy to sneak attack in the future.
Walking past the sheep grazing on the grass, climbing up the mountain plateau along the steep mountain road, in a quiet place near the forest and stream, was a hunter's hut.
Mudier lived here.
Back in the house, took out the prepared clean water and bread, lit the oil lamp, and Mudier began his daily prayers and repentance.
Many Brago monks who were sent to the countryside would almost relax this homework, and even drink and eat meat with the locals.
Perhaps because Mudier had been a monk for almost forty years before being sent out, he had forgotten how to live without doing so.
After praying, Mudier took out a nobleman's military manual, and while chewing on bread, he watched it with relish.
Compared to those exaggerated and absurd knight novels and demon hunter stories, he preferred to read this kind of real record.
It was just that he was turning the pages slower and slower, as if something was distracting him, until he finally stopped moving.
Tilting his ears, Mudier frowned.
Why is there the sound of horseshoes? Could it be that he's been living alone for too long and is hallucinating?
Not even having time to put down the bread, Mudier rushed to the door and looked towards the valley.
A few seconds later, he suddenly threw the bread away, not even caring that it fell on the ground, and rushed towards the small hill on the plateau.
In the night, Mudier stumbled through the stinging bushes, and the thorns tore his expensive woolen monk's robe.
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Blood flowed down his hands and forehead, sticking to his skin, but Mudier almost ran wildly regardless.
Finally, panting, he climbed to the top of the hill.
Standing on this high hilltop, looking through the night, Mudier raised his head and looked towards the valley.
His face was illuminated by the fire in the valley, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
In the narrow valley, the torches formed a torrent, and the sound of warhorses panting was the sound of this torrent winding through the valley.
Between the steep cliffs on both sides, colorful swallow-tailed battle flags fluttered in the moonlight.
The river of armor formed in the night was sparkling, and the iron hooves hit the ground, making a dull thumping sound.
The flood of steel ruthlessly crushed the previous town.
On this road that few people visit, at least a thousand knights were marching in the night, and behind them, thousands of infantry could be seen.
The two leading knights were Lakunio and Putzirio.
The two noble lords were able to capture Kleisburg without celebrating or reveling, but instead set off again without stopping, and then broke through the sentry castle in front of the valley.
Under the strong pressure of Lakunio and Putzirio, the knights continued to run wildly without resting.
They did not take the main road, but took this more dangerous and narrower road, which could easily lead to a fall into the mountains.
Their reward was that they did not have to pay attention to the solid fortresses along the main road.
The monasteries and lords of Kaxia County bought so much mortar to repair the original dilapidated castles, but it had almost no effect.
From this road forward, is the Saint Lawan Monastery, which is a heavily guarded castle.
But, even their town was not prepared for the enemy's attack, will the monks of Saint Lawan be prepared?
If they can break through the Saint Lawan Monastery again, then behind it is the small basin of Kaxia County.
Out of the mountains, the Brago Monastery, located in the small basin, has almost no defenses.
The early winter night wind blew up the woolen monk's robe, and Mudier only felt cold all over.
"Holy Father!"