Yazov saw from afar the outline of the fortress of Malan, a city on the border of the territory of the Capetian family, which was not as imposing as its name, but was in fact a mere earthen city, with no strong garrison and no towering walls.

The city was as poor as it looked, its grey earthen walls were dappled with traces of flames, and the buildings that had been destroyed in the war had not been repaired, leaving the city dead and dead.

It was originally established only to defend against the barbarians in the east, but after several battles, the barbarians were completely annihilated, and the city lost its meaning of existence.

The Imperial City no longer transported supplies and silver coins to the city, and after most of the troops were evacuated, the city should have disappeared into history.

But there are always accidents, some of the soldiers stationed in the battle combined with the local natives to settle here, and slowly formed a certain scale.

Thanks to the sparse supervision of the fortress of Maran, the Holy See was able to preach in the area, the local population did not resent the teachings of the Holy See, and the clergy regularly distributed food and medicine to the poor, which quickly earned them a good reputation.

In the church in the center of the fortress, there is an endless stream of devotees who come to pray and ask for medicine every day.

The inhabitants here identify with the Holy See even more than with the Capetian family.

This is a cause for alarm.

Yazov thought like this, the indoctrination of the Holy See is very terrible, at least in the Malan Fortress, everyone may become the eyes of the Holy See, and they can easily infiltrate other cities of the Capet family with the help of their family leader, so as to find out information or carry out other activities.

A cavalry slowly marched into the fortress of Maran.

Residents looked at the uninvited guests curiously, and some frowned at the recognition that Yazov was wearing the family uniform.

It's been a long time since the family sent an emissary to the Maran Fortress, and the inhabitants almost thought that the Imperial City had forgotten about the existence of the Maran Fortress.

But a family cavalry appeared here without warning, and with weapons and armor, it did not look like they had come to patrol or collect taxes.

Yazov stopped, he scanned the street in front of him, and saw the residents looking at his group with wariness or suspicion, and he narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura spread from his identity.

The mayor of the local garrison got the news and rushed over in a panic, and when he saw the golden medal representing his status on Yazov's chest, he almost lost his breath.

The Golden Medal, at least at the level of the Deputy Commander!

Such a military rank is also considered to be an absolute high-level in the entire family, and it is no exaggeration to say that if he stomps his foot, the Malan Fortress will tremble.

Why did such a high-ranking officer come to the barren Malan Fortress?

And also led a cavalry team......

The mayor didn't have time to think about it, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and stepped forward with a courteous face: "Xiaguan is the mayor of Malan Fortress, the commander suddenly visited, Xiaguan didn't have any preparation at all, and he didn't even have a basic welcome ceremony, it's really damn!"

Yazov glanced at him and quickly lost interest.

With small eyes, a bald head, a big belly, and a philistine air all over his body, you can tell at a glance that he is the kind of oily old bureaucrat.

Rather than asking him, it is better to go directly to the answer yourself.

Seeing that Yazov was ignoring him, the mayor of the town became even more worried, and he asked worriedly: "My lord, I don't know where your behavior came from?"

"I've heard that there is a church in the fortress of Maran. Yazov asked with a blank face.

Mayor Mare chuckled, but quickly nodded.

"In which direction, point it to me. ”

Mayor Bull pointed in one direction.

Yazov clamped the horse's belly, without the slightest intention of staying.

Seeing this stance, how could the mayor not know what Yazov's intentions were?

He is also a little clear about the contradictions between the family and the Holy See, although the secret fighting is very fierce, but at least on the surface, the two sides still maintain a peaceful attitude.

Is the family going to do something to the Holy See?

......

The cavalry slashed through the streets of the Maran Fortress, billowing up billowing smoke and dust, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves shrouded the fortress in a shadow of terror.

In the alleys next to the streets, residents who witnessed all this silently hid in their homes, closing their doors as if to retain the last shred of security.

In the deep alley at the end of the road, the two young men glanced at each other, and they both saw the panic and shock in each other's eyes.

"Go and inform the priest!"

"It's too late, I'll go to the church to report the news, and you go to the temporary assembly point to inform the partners to evacuate as quickly as possible!"

"I didn't expect them to come so quickly!" a young man furrowed his eyebrows.

"There are still a few fighters in the church, and hopefully they can hold up for a while. ”

"Let's go!

The area of the Malan fortress was not large, and in only a few minutes, Yazov arrived at the site of the church, and dozens of worshippers were kneeling on the ground to pray with a white-clothed priest above the stairs, when they heard the fierce sound of horses' hooves behind them, and they all turned their heads to look over.

"It's really laid-back. Yazov sneered.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that's all for today. When the white-clothed priest saw this scene, he already understood most of it.

The believers scrambled to their feet, looking at the menacing group of cavalry behind them with puzzled eyes.

"Go home, the doctrine must be memorized every night, memorized. The white-robed priest's tone was very indifferent, as if he was arranging the aftermath.

The believers looked at the cavalry, and then at the priest with a calm expression, as if they understood something, several believers who had been funded by the Holy See for a long time ran up emotionally and blocked in front of the priest: "My lord, don't worry, I will never let anyone else hurt you!"

"Yes, we want to protect your lordship!"

"If it weren't for the adult's funding, I would have starved to death!"

In the atmosphere, as if they had found courage in their companions, the believers gathered around them, protected the white-clad priest in the center, and excitedly shouted at the cavalry: "Get out!"

"No sense...... the white-clothed priest looked compassionate.

"It really doesn't make sense. Yazov lightly pinched the horse's belly, took two steps forward, tilted his head and looked at the priest: "One death, or many deaths?"

The believers were enraged by the frivolity in Yazov's tone, and they angrily threw the debris in their hands at the cavalrymen.

"It's useless to catch me. The white-clothed priest looked indifferent: "All the clues will be broken here, don't expect to get any news from me." ”

The people of the Holy See were indeed hard-mouthed. Yazov smiled: "Bring here these children of the believers who are desperately trying to protect him, and I want to see if you want to maintain your image of fraternity or stick to your principles." ”

"Oh, by the way, and his own daughter, I heard that she was only three years old, quite a lovely little girl. Yazov laughed coldly.

The white-clothed priest raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of anger: "You actually want to attack the child?

"Don't be pretentious," Yazov replied disdainfully, the Holy See can get thousands of children from improper channels every year, but in the end no one knows where those children go, maybe they became reserves, maybe they became killers, maybe they died in the process of training, "My nickname is butcher, and butchers will not sympathize with the little suckling pig." ”