Some of the warriors had begun to close their eyes, pray silently and begin to repent, their faces completely unprecedented, but full of confusion and anguish. In the sanctuary, they heard the blessings and greetings of the people, not the invective and supplication.

And the refugees were even more emboldened when they found out that the soldiers of the cathar did not dare to fight back. In addition to throwing stones, some people walked up to the shields and pushed them, hoping to squeeze some way out, while others scattered and disappeared into the ruins, preparing to bypass the cathar formation and make a detour to the Cathedral of the Holy Radiance.

......

And in the Cathedral of Divine Grace, the privy bishops, who are in charge of the overall situation because of the Pope's absence, have already received reports from the front.

"Are they already dead? Hmph, these mobs are so innocent that they dare to storm and destroy the church, they will go to hell when they die. One of the bishops said with disdain.

"It's true that they are innocent, but if it makes a big fuss, it will still be bad for us. After all, our doctrine preaches that God loves the world, and if the real refugees die on a large scale in the holy area, it will have a great impact on the image of the holy religion. Another bishop said worriedly.

"Hmph, open the warehouse, this must be the insidious idea of those nobles, they expected that we must have food here, this is our army. The other bishop replied casually, fiddling with the pieces on the chessboard.

He was playing chess with another bishop, the chess pieces on the chessboard were intertwined, and the dogs were intertwined, and for a time it was impossible to tell which side of the situation was more favorable.

"Isn't it to our surprise that the moths have come up with some schemes. All the preparations we have made in the past are to deal with the current situation. I'll get there right away. I'm going to see who wins. The Bishop of Lisbon stood up and said.

......

And the confrontation between the refugees and the cathars continues. The refugees also became more aggressive, not content with throwing small stones, but would work together to throw millstone-sized stones at the cathar soldiers. A stone of this weight cannot be resisted by armor alone, and if it were to be smashed on the body, it would have to suffer internal injuries. The warriors, who had to hold shields in one hand and stand still to maintain their formation, could not attack the refugees, so they had to use their weapons with great difficulty to push aside the stones that were thrown.

It's just hundreds of thousands of refugees, even if it's just a twelfth of them, so many boulders have been thrown at them, and some soldiers have been hit by stones without paying attention, and their mouths are spitting blood.

At this moment, from the rear of the cathars, there was a faint sound of clear and beautiful singing.

Divine love has bound me, and I sing with joy in my spirit

This land of hope is pleasing to the Lord

I want to give you my love

The Holy Spirit is in me, and I am glad in my spirit and praise the Lord with joy

This holy land is the Lord's favor

I will worship you with all my heart

All the grace the Lord has given me, I can't say enough about it

I follow you with all my heart and give me a spirit of delight

Dedicate this life to you

Refugees who prayed or listened to hymns immediately reacted, "All the grace the Lord has given me" in the hymn, and some of the refugees whispered, "Is death, hunger, cold, and pain the grace of the gods?" ”

The singing grew louder and clearer, and there was an exclamation from within the cathars: "Patriarch", "Bishop of Lisbon", the shield wall, which was so tight that it could not be pierced by needles and splashed by water, was like a prophet in legend who parted the sea, and divided into a passage. Surrounded by a group of children, a priest dressed plainly and carrying a wooden Holy Cross appeared in front of the refugees.

"Patriarch of Lisbon!", some people among the refugees immediately recognized, the Patriarch of Lisbon had presided over many baptisms and blessings in the Cathedral of the Holy Grace, so many of the refugees were worthy of him, and he was also loved and admired by many civilians.

From front to back, people knelt in rows, and even many of the people who stood still had to kneel down after seeing so many people kneeling.

The Bishop of Lisbon hurriedly grabbed a refugee kneeling in front of him, not disgusted by the dirt on the man's body. "Well, what are you doing, even if you kneel down and pray, you should pray to the loving priest, not to me. Under the gods, I am just a humble servant. ”

The refugee grabbed the Patriarch of Lisbon with a handful of snot and tears, "Patriarch, be merciful and save us poor people, if the Holy Sect does not open a warehouse to release food, so many of us will really starve to death." He burst into tears.

"The people who are still alive are all relatively sturdy people in the prime of life, and the frail children and the elderly have not survived. My wife and children are all dead......", he was so emotional that he couldn't help himself, and he kept banging his head on the ground, directly knocking his forehead into blood.

The Patriarch of Lisbon managed to hold him back with great difficulty, and the voices of anguish resounded among the refugees.

"My son and wife are starving to death, and I just want to get justice for them. ”

"I have a family of eight, and now I'm the only one left, I hate, I hate!"

The Patriarch of Lisbon hurriedly raised his voice and said: "The death of a loved one is heart-wrenching, and I feel the same in Lisbon." He continued in a mournful voice: "Please believe that the Holy Church has done its best to help everyone. Now the priests and nuns in the sanctuary, including the trainee priests, eat chaff and save as much food as possible for disaster relief. ”

"It's just that it's hard for a good woman to cook without rice, and the Holy Sect really doesn't have any extra food. ”

After the Patriarch of Lisbon finished speaking, many of the refugees present wept in despair when they heard his personal confirmation, but not all of them accepted his fate and believed him.

"I don't believe it!", a few of the kneeling people stood up, "The Holy Sect receives so many offerings every year, and there are so many fields in the country, how can it be said that there is no food if there is no food. ”

"Like, what's going on with all that grain we found?"

"Unless you open the warehouse and let us see for ourselves. ”

"Yes, it's not difficult to open the warehouse, why procrastinate is refusing. ”

"Who said they wouldn't!", exclaimed the Patriarch of Lisbon, who glanced at them meaningfully, as if to remember them all.

"The Holy Religion has always acted openly and fairly, and there is no place where no one is visible, and you want to witness the opening of positions with your own eyes. ”

"Yes!"