Chapter 284: Song of Triumph (4)

Not only did the cavalry rush to the water village, but dozens of rowing boats appeared on the river, and the muse's corpse carrying boat was detained before it went far, and then the priests of the temple covered their noses to check, and then questioned everyone one by one. 【Reading.com】

They are not real knights, and in front of the temple sacrifices, they dare not take it big, and a group of knights are locked up in the dark room to write materials, like well-behaved little mice.

The muse was still on the deck, secretly glad that he had returned the corpse, otherwise it would have been difficult to pass.

The sound of "popping" came from the stairs, and a young red-robed priest walked over and said, "Just leave the matter here to us, please go to Xijiang Water Village with the flag officer to standby." ”

This is going to be a rush

The muse didn't dare to do it, but he was unwilling to hand over the command, so he said softly: "We have the orders of the senators, and we don't dare to bother with the sacrifice." If the flag bearer needs it, he can send a few people who are familiar with the situation to follow. ”

"Let you go to rest and rest, where is so much nonsense?" The priest drank. If you are not active in picking fruit, you will really starve to death.

"I have orders from the Senate." The Muse hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you want to take over the command, please sign a handover document." ”

On the handover documents, it is natural to explain what the white muse has done, as long as he is sure that he wants to return these corpses, that large amount of credit cannot be escaped.

The young priest was angry and thought to himself: If I signed the handover document for you, why should I take the time to pick up the ship, the smell of the corpse is not good.

But the muse insisted on not letting go, and the sacrifice could not be forced, the two sides were deadlocked, the fleet was invisible, the corpse ship was still in place, the sacrifice saw that it was not good, glared at the muse fiercely, and then wrote an incomprehensible document to the muse.

After all, people are sacrifices to the temple, and no matter how unhappy the muse is, he can only transfer the command, and the boatload of corpses is even if they are picked up.

"Back to Mara City. Prepare a boat for them and go to the Flag Bearer of Tigue. "The little priest is a little proud, this credit is calculated, it is enough for him to use it for a year or two.

The more the muse thought about it, the more bored he felt, and said to himself: Do you want to go back and beg that guy?

In a daze, a dense loud noise came from the direction of Xijiang Water Village.

"What's that?" At least five or six priests came out of the cabin, and the big boat visibly shook a few times, and then there was a terrible whipping and scolding, and it must have been the oarsmen below.

The "machine gun" muse uttered the word almost word for word, which he had only heard. During his time in Shuizhai, his money was not for the elderly.

"What is a machine gun?"

"I've heard that it's a very powerful weapon, like a siege machine."

"Is it alchemy?" The priest who robbed him of command asked excitedly. It's been a few years since I've heard of heretics in the Western Continent.

The muse glanced at him and scolded the stupid brain: even if the alchemists had not been killed in the era of heretic flames, they would have already fled to other temple jurisdictions, so how could they stay in the local area and wait for death. Besides, can such a great credit fall on a small sacrifice like yours?

He shook his head and said "I don't know", and his mind spun desperately.

Although the Mara city-state is poor, due to its reputation for being good soldiers, the temple is quite powerful here, and there are many legions formed. Looking at the appearance of the sacrifices now, the chief priest is obviously moved, and in this way, the Xijiang Water Village is afraid that it will be destroyed.

But in his heart, the muse felt that Shuizhai still had the power to resist, and his confidence came from those copper bullets. He didn't understand how to kill people with copper coins, but he could do it, obviously he had real power. The Muse once tried throwing a tree with a copper bullet in his hand to see how deep the mark could be. Needless to say, he is a second-rate knight who is not even a fighting spirit, a little farther away, he can't even embed a warhead into a tree trunk, and his power is not even comparable to an ordinary bow and arrow. In war, bows and arrows were often used by peasant armies against peasant armies, and by city defenders against slave armies.

However, Xijiang Shuizhai was able to kill heavy infantry with such a small copper bullet, and it was able to knock out their multi-layered leather shields with holes the size of bowls...... Heavy cavalry is definitely not going to work

Elite cavalry ...... Maybe a few hits, maybe a few dozens...... When the muse thought of this, his heart suddenly jumped, what if Shuizhai won?

He remembered Chen Yi's words: "There will be money again soon." It was the army of Marat.

"How dare he think" the muse smiled, why didn't he think the same, seeing that the temple war was about to start, and Mara City lost a little more heavy cavalry and elite cavalry, then it could only be appeased, just like the slave army that ran away in those years, so wouldn't he be entrusted with a heavy task.

The muse's smiling face turned sideways.

He was the only knight in the group of sacrifices, and naturally he was always in the attention of everyone, and his rat face smiled like this, showing a rat-like demeanor, which was short and chilling.

"The scum of knights." Without much thought, based on this face alone, the sacrifice gave a conclusion. Most of the people who can serve in the temple are the wealthy families in the city-state, or the children of merchants, or the concubines of knights, or the children of broken knights, at least a hundred years of inheritance, just marrying a beautiful wife can make their children more and more beautiful, and a rat-faced knight is naturally very unpopular.

"Muse Knight, you are ready to get on the ship and go to the flag bearer to help." The sacrifice of grabbing merit is lukewarm.

"Yes."

"Tell me what you know about the machine gun, if it is useful, you will be considered a great achievement." This was somewhat ironic, but the muse could only pretend not to hear the latter sentence, and then briefly described two paragraphs.

In fact, none of them had ever seen the machine guns fired, but the indigenous soldiers watched the machine guns for drills, but it was not their turn to use them. There were only three machine guns in total, and more than 12,000 shells in 10 bases, but the power of the machine guns was transmitted in the Xijiang Water Village.

The sacrifice was to ask, but he didn't believe what he said about the crushing hard stone, so he only asked him to report to the flag bearer of the fleet, and he took the corpse ship and walked away triumphantly.

The temple's rowing boat, if you remove the oarsmen, can hold less than 200 people, and the small boat on the muse and others is naturally smaller, almost only able to seat twenty people, if it weren't for the frequent accidents in the Xijiang River, this kind of life-saving boat would be useless at all.

Now, too, a group of knights and servants were thrown on the ship as if they had been exiled, and they were not even worthy of a slave, so they had to take off their leather armor, roll up their sleeves and row by themselves, which was really a shame.

Fortunately, I just left Xijiang Water Village, and the distance is not too far.

The corpse ship was no longer visible in the distance, and the muse slowed down and paddled casually: "Come leisurely, hurry over now, don't send you to death." ”

Everyone quickly let go. They had all seen the wrecked ship carrying the 3rd Infantry Battalion running aground, the thick hardwood planks were full of holes, as if they had been hit by the angle of attack of a large ship, and the new temple oars were no better, and if the front did not go well, they would probably run into iron plates.

Flaus whispered: "If the stockade had been laid, there would still be some money in the past." ”

"Beat it down?"

"Then who knows."

"Paitu left with dozens of half-new leather armors, and the money was with him." The muse suddenly said and said, "When he comes back, the money will be divided equally, and I don't want it." ”

This sentence warmed people's hearts, and it made everyone smile again.

However, although the boat was full, the scene on the south bank of the river was looming.

From time to time, the sound of machine guns was heard, sometimes in the front, sometimes in the back, and the speed was really not slow. This reminded the muse of the "car" that once led him, or escorted everyone, was all steel, which could be described as an iron turtle, and he didn't know if a knight with fighting skills could pierce it.

"Closer offshore."

"It's too dangerous."

"If you don't know what's going on at the front, how do you know when to go to the flag bearer?" The muse retorted, which means that he has thought it through.

The bow of the boat twisted slightly and turned around.

After paddling a section, the trees along the river thinned. The muse perked up, knowing that it was all cut down for the construction of the "highway".

A group of knights in bright leather armor passed by proudly, as if tracking something, not even noticing the boats in the river. A detachment of light infantry, armed with shields and javelins on their backs, chased after the knights with a desperate chase. Flaus, who had worked as a heavy cavalryman, was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why do the light infantry follow the knights?" ”

"Not a battalion?"

"Luàn" Several knights glanced at each other, all of them in disbelief.

In their eyes, the war is most about neat formations, and what role can a scattered group of light infantry play other than chasing and killing farmers?

The muse looked at the sky, it was a twelveth of a day before he left, and if it was a siege, it would not even be completed.

The automatic rifle sounded crisply, and the front was far away, only the sound of the machine gun was heard, and then listening to the automatic rifle, there was a familiar feeling.

"Their tree posts seem to be only set up on both sides of the 'highway'."

The muse said coldly: "That means that before we reached the walled city, we were beaten back, and we went ashore." ”

Don't look at his mouse face, which is calm like a toothache, and his heart is burning like he is going to eat a cat ròu feast.

The boat stopped near the shore, and the remaining 16 knights stepped on the mud, then put on half of their leather armor again, and walked in the direction of Xijiang Water Village with their spears in their arms.

They walked through the tangled woods, found the foundations of the road that had not yet been built, and then slowly moved forward. Some of the passing cavalry were in a hurry, but the infantry did not care about them, and when they were close to the stockade, more and more people came, and only then did the cavalry come to ask.

"I'm Sir Muse, and I have a military intelligence."

A knight looked at his letter, and then asked for a large cart, let everyone sit on it, and slowly drove forward.

"Isn't there any danger near the road?"

"There were a couple of hunters who were killed." The knight shì said it lightly, but it was not like that at all, the muse looked up and could see the half-black treetops, which must have been attacked by a master of fighting spirit, and it would definitely be a loss to use a powerful knight for the sake of a person.

The Muse asked, "Is the enemy defending the city?" ”

"Nope." The knight hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Attack in the forest." ”

"Like a serf?"

"Hmm. It's just that it's not a bow. ”

The gentlemen of the water village pity the fruits of their labor, so they try not to fight near the road. Although the Humvee could not travel through the primeval forest, there was always a wide flat land in the delta plain near the water village, and they fought all the way in and out, harassing the attacking Mara cavalry.

Shere also left behind a group of natives with automatic rifles to burrow around the jungle, all village hunters, and with optical sights and mí uniforms, their lethality was so surprising that for the past two hours, the army in Mara City had been crushed off the road for a full two hours.

The muse was inexplicably excited, for him, the victory of Xijiang Water Village represented a seniority - the knight title who was most familiar with Xijiang Water Village, and I think it would be remembered by many veterans.

He quietly clenched his fists.

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