"Gather the guards, and all the senior officers. I have to know what's going on up ahead! ”

……

Unprecedented chaos.

Terrible news came from one man's mouth to another's ears, and the bloody fact was more shocking than any miracle. Even the staunch Papal Legion behaved like ordinary people in the face of death threats.

The Provisional Military Council was not as smooth as Bishop Somson had imagined, and it took more than two hours just to gather the officers. However, these officers had different understandings of the situation. They got together and argued, and almost all of them were talking about the same topic, which was "I lost the front, what should I do now?" ”

The army of the Plantagenet Kingdom was indeed defeated. By order of Bishop Somson, the guards captured a group of routs. The bishop could not be trusted, and insisted on personal interrogation, knowing every detail, so as to determine the crux of the problem.

He soon discovered that this was a mental disaster.

"My lord, I don't know anything. I ran with others when they ran, and I didn't see the northern giants. ”

"I swear the giants are really coming. They were at least ten meters tall, taller than the spires of the Kandel church, and they had fangs more terrible than lions, and I saw with my own eyes that they grabbed my poor companion, savagely ripped off his clothes and stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed his head on the spot. ”

"They ate Webb, and Clayson. Webb's intestines flowed out of the giant's mouth, and Claessen's thighs were torn into a ball by the giant, like eating beef bread...... It was so terrible that Claeson was still desperately screaming for help when he was eaten, because his head was outside, about thirty centimeters from the giant's teeth. ”

"It was the order to retreat from the Marquis of Elken. It was terrible and chaotic. We were unable to establish an effective defensive line, and the Giants' Assault prevented the gathered soldiers from returning to formation, so there was no rearguard force. ”

"Giants have cannons, and the cannonballs they fire explode, emit blinding flashes of light, and tear living people to shreds. I swear it's all true, and I'm not lying. ”

Everyone's account was different, and the entire interrogation was filled with gibberish shouting, hoarse gambling and vows, and numerous references to "devotion to the Holy Lord".

In fact, all of this is the normal tone and sentence of white people in daily life, but it is obviously not applicable to this kind of occasion. Bishop Somson wants exact information, not speculative speculation.

Despite the chaos, he still sorted out what he wanted, and after careful analysis, it was not much different from reality.

The Plantagenet Kingdom suffered defeat.

The Northern Giants have more advanced muskets and cannons.

They have the upper hand.

Only these three pieces of information are available, and the rest is the result of the rout's fabrication and the full use of their own rich imagination.

The lavish tents were packed with people, and hundreds of officers of various ranks waited for the bishop to give orders. Somson knew that there was no time to hesitate and that a decision had to be made as soon as possible.

"Gather all the soldiers, especially the Holy Army. Organize the defense on the spot, dig the outer trenches deeper, and immediately build a second and third line of defense inside the camp. Also, open the warehouse and send out all the potions. ”

This last line of command is especially important. The potion referred to here is "Migaal No. 44". The results of Fr. Perias's research and development have long since become one of the most important supports of the Holy See. The difference is that the "potions" referred to by Bishop Somson are all ordinary Papal soldiers, not the most elite Holy Order.

The success of the "No. 6" under the lock dragon pass gave hope to the Holy See. Desperate for wealth, the Pope sent reinforcements, bringing the total strength of the Papal Army under Bishop Somson to 800,000. In addition, there are hundreds of thousands of logistics personnel. Among this huge army, the most elite force is the three thousand Holy Cult troops.

The foundation of the Holy See comes from the underground of the city of Gabriel. Despite his high position, even he didn't know what secrets existed in the underground city. All he knew was that it was under the direct jurisdiction of the Pope, whether it was Six or the Holy Army, it was the result of repeated experiments.

The members of the Holy Cult are extremely powerful, and their average height is about twenty to twenty-five centimeters above normal. Their burly and muscular physique gives them an absolute advantage in hand-to-hand combat. This, combined with the fact that they had to take medication and inject for a long time from the "manufacturing" and later training stages, made the Holy Army soldiers endure a high level of pain, or nerve numbness.

Three thousand Holy Orders are Bishop Somson's guards. He would never throw this force into battle unless he had to. After all, it was too difficult for them to go from selection to "final success", and even the population base of more than billions under the rule of the Holy See only produced less than 10,000 Holy Cult troops.

Of course, this is only a figure that is made public within the Holy See. Bishop Somsen has always been suspicious of the fact that there is a great deal of discrepancy ———— the Pope's scheming and scheming, and he has at least a considerable number of cards in his hand.

For the first time, Bishop Somsen felt at a loss.

Although there is too much news and too much chaos, one thing is certain———— the Plantagenet Kingdom has indeed been defeated.

Bishop Somsen had two thoughts in his head: "defend to the death" and "retreat" at the same time.

In all fairness, he felt that the Duke of Calis's previous decision was not wrong. War is not a child's play, nor is it between men and women who can persevere to the end can get the best ending by "being sincere, and opening the gold and stone". But the problem is that the previous victory gave the Holy See too much hope, and it also made many people, including Bishop Somsen, see that wealth is close at hand and within reach.

The clergy and officers did not question these orders, and the strict hierarchy had long taught them the law that "obedience is right."

The tent soon became empty and quiet, and Bishop Somson sat in his chair and gently rubbed his temples with his thumb. His mind was chaotic, and he had too many thoughts shouting and rushing. He knew it wasn't the right thing to do...... Yes, not quite right, but whether it is right or wrong is still inconclusive.

Retirement is, of course, the first choice. If it weren't for all sorts of complicated issues, Bishop Somson would have ordered a retreat long ago, and would not have waited until now.

The Holy See spent a lot of resources to create two "sixes", and if there was not enough loot, he would go back empty-handed, and His Majesty the Pope would not be the first to spare himself. There are too many punishments, the most chilling of which is the "gender swap between priests and nuns".

It wasn't an ordinary deletion or addition operation. Once found guilty, the subsequent punishment will increase by more than 500 per day. Don't think that you can lie on the ground and gasp for breath when your body is exhausted, the mysterious laboratory from the underground of Gabriel has already prepared all kinds of potions. With just one ampoule, the victim will immediately become fierce as a tiger and as strong as an ox, and he will howl to death in a state of wild and unstoppable intense excitement. It is like a wounded beast, forever facing the knife and gun in the hunter's hand, without a second of rest, and is exhausted to death.

They can never get help from their own kind or the opposite sex. Criminals are thrown into the darkest cells after being injected, and in order to be released, they must find a source of relief for themselves. Bishop Somson had seen the poor men digging at the hard walls with their fingertips, ignoring the splatters of blood and shredded flesh. The only thing they wanted was a gap, or something like that.

It's so beautiful that it's chilling just to think about.

A lot of the news doesn't match what I imagined.

Bishop Somson understood the fact that the giants possessed muskets and cannons. When the dragon was captured, a lot of weapons and gunpowder were found in the warehouse. After inspection, it was found that many of them were old models that had been equipped by the Kingdom Alliance.

It is normal for a war to be won or lost as a result of a large number of weapons being captured by the losing side.

The key is still in the "sixth".

Where are they?

Bishop Somson never thought about the elimination of "Six" or anything like that. In his opinion, that was almost impossible. As long as this powerful weapon is put into actual combat, it can be called invincible, even if it sweeps the entire southern continent, let alone the barbaric and ignorant northern giant.

Six's biggest weakness is its fear of fire. However, Bishop Somson did not think that the northern giants would see through this anytime soon, and make a targeted counterattack. The Holy See's high-level officials have made detailed calculations about this war, and the giant defenders of the Dragon Pass represent their strongest combat effectiveness. If even those experienced elite veterans who have been stationed in the fortress all year round can't see through the weakness of "Six", the other northern giants will naturally find it difficult to detect.

Speaking of containment with fire, this was also part of the Holy See's overall consideration in the previous deduction process. The "Six" who just entered the battle was the weakest, but as soon as the intensity of the battle continued to increase, the number of creatures absorbed and devoured by the "Six" accumulated to a certain extent, they quickly split more and more from just two individuals, forming a large army. By that time, even if the northern giants knew that "Six" was afraid of fire, it would not help.

On a combination of various factors, Bishop Somsen has always opposed and resisted the "withdrawal", and even after Duke Calis expressed his attitude, the bishop remained stubborn.

The reason is very simple———— the northern giants had lost too badly in the battle of Lock Dragon Pass before. The significance of the capture of this fortress was so great that almost everyone believed that the war would be won.

It has to be steady!

It's a must get in touch with the giants of the north to see their true combat prowess.

If you can't even see the face of the enemy, and turn around and flee just on the news of some rout, this kind of thing can't be justified in any way.

Win or lose, you have to fight, otherwise you can't account for it with His Holiness the Pope.

Bishop Somson lashed. He demanded that the entire Holy See army build fortifications in the shortest possible time, based on the camp. At the same time, he sent people to contact the main force of the Saxon Kingdom in the west, asking the other side to move closer to him and fight the enemy together.

……

Two hours later, Bishop Somson's strong and persistent conviction completely collapsed.

In less than five minutes, he received a series of bad news.

In the north, a larger group of Plantagenet Kingdom routs appeared, numbering more than 100,000. They rushed into the camp of the Holy See like a bunch of chaotic madmen, shooting them or threatening them with death. The tide of people rushed into the camp, regardless of the so-called faith. The biggest target of these routs was the grain warehouse, and they even grabbed some officers of the Holy See army, forced them to find out where the logistics were stored, and then swarmed away, grabbing large pieces of bread from the grain carts and stuffing them into their mouths in desperation.

In the face of hunger, the Holy Lord is a fart.

The line of defense that was being built collapsed before it could be established. The enraged priests fought back, brutally killing thousands of routers in a volley of guns, finally stabilizing the situation and capturing more of those who had fled from the front, confirming the news that the giant army was not far behind.

The main force of the Saxon kingdom also sent messengers to inform them that their camp had been stormed by the rout. The situation on their side is even more serious, and the vanguard of the Northern Giants has already made contact. In the letter, the Saxon general said that the giants had extremely strong combat effectiveness, and based on the information currently available, they planned to withdraw their troops as soon as possible and retreat to the direction of Suolong Pass, relying on the terrain advantages there to make plans.

The third, and most shocking report of Bishop Somsen, came from the south, where the fire-lacquered stamping on the surface of the letter indicated that the sender was the Duke of Calis. He led the main forces of the Rhine Kingdom to retreat ahead of schedule, and has now arrived at the fortress of Shenwei.

"Your Excellency, the situation is more serious than we thought. Whether you believe what I say or not, Kamui Fortress has been overrun by giants. We got no supplies, and the way south was completely blocked. I suspect that the war itself is a huge hoax. The giants of the north are not at all as savage and ignorant as we imagined, they are very intelligent, one can even say cunning. They gave up the lock and threw hundreds of thousands of baits there, which we swallowed like unsuspecting fish, and headed north with a yearning for victory and wealth, only to be cut off and everyone in a cage. ”

"You must make a decision at once, you must lead the army to retreat immediately. If we can't capture the fortress in a short time, then even the Holy Lord will not be able to save us. ”

Bishop Somson's eyes widened, staring at the end of the letter. Had it not been for the fact that he was well acquainted with the signature of the Duke of Calis, and at the same time made sure that the seal was not forged, he would have thought that all these things were fake, and that all of them had joined together to deceive themselves.

He summoned his personal priest.

"Pass my order, and the whole army will retreat." Uttering these words consumed almost all of Bishop Somson's strength.

He felt like a fish that had suddenly left the water, not knowing when it would die of lack of oxygen.