The battleships of the Lackadian had sailed away, but the suffering of the diocese of Tourneste did not end there.

The warehouses and warehouses along the river had been reduced to rubble, and the five merchant ships that had not had time to escape had fallen into the hands of the Rankadians and taken them away, and the building materials that had been used to build the new city and the new city walls had been used by the Rankadians for the past few days either as wood or as weapons and thrown into the city.

It's just the loss of the Ring Road.

In the city of Tournest, no one has the heart to watch the plays, to watch the games, and no one has the heart to act and play these days, they are either conscripted as civilian husbands, or they participate in the improvised, Tournest militia. Except for the food and beverage shops, the other shops are basically closed these days, because the owner and the guys are involved in the defense of Turnest, and besides, there are no customers at this time.

Who can pick out jewelry while a stone is whizzing over their head? Who can haggle over festive costumes when the walls are struck?

Only the innocent children were carefree and had fun with mud in makeshift shelters.

The incense in the church is more prosperous than usual these days, and the offerings received are more than usual, and the fear makes people want to find a strong master to rely on, so the more difficult life is, the more devout people become.

These extra revenues were soon used in the war, but fortunately the Bishop did not allow the outflow of food after taking over Tournest, and the siege was still short, so there was no shortage of food and firewood, and with Tim patrolling day and night with guards, the market was relatively stable.

Stone shells and rockets dropped from outside the city injured some people, killed two people, destroyed some houses, and in short, because the city of Turnest was not broken, the losses of the citizens were still within the tolerance range.

The countryside is a different story.

Tim organized a group of people from the hospital who had the concept of epidemic prevention and disinfection, and they followed the shadows of crows and vultures to those ruined villages to collect the bodies of people who were still alive a few days ago, untied the hanged men from the branches, snatched the broken limbs of women and children from the mouths of wild dogs, collected them and buried them in deep pits, and reasoned that they should be buried in coffins, but first, there were not so many coffins, and second, many of the corpses were rotting pieces snatched from the mouths of crows and wild dogs. In the absence of DNA identification technology, it would be too difficult to distinguish which of these body parts were and whose ones were identified, even if they were lucky enough to survive and were not captured.

In the villages a little further away, the population and livestock were taken refuge in the forest, but the houses and the grain and grass stored in them were burned to ashes.

Those who survived the catastrophe had to huddle into makeshift huts made of a few tree branches, which were neither sheltered nor rainy, and barely had something on their heads. They lost many of their possessions in the catastrophe and will have to go hungry for a long time to come, and their children will be tormented by nightmares at night, but they are lucky compared to their neighbors.

Many husbands who went to the city to work never saw their wives who stayed in the countryside again, and many wives who stayed in the countryside never saw their husbands who worked in the riverside warehouses again.

Are the missing men and women alive, or dead? Were they led on a rope to a distant slave market for auction, or had they long since been turned into food for wild dogs under the bushes?

Nobody knows.

No one knows whether those who disappeared are dead or alive, and even if they do, will they be forced to convert to the truth? If that is the case, even if you die, you will not be able to reunite with your loved ones underground in the future. Another possibility is that they will become people like Faris, and in order to hide their weakness and betrayal, they will turn around and attack their own country.

The cry in the wilderness of Tournest, swept by the truth, was louder than when God was in Egypt, for the Egyptians had lost only their firstborn sons, but they had lost their husbands, wives, and children. Some people went out to work in order to make their families happier, and when they saw their homes in ruins, they thought of their relatives who might not be able to be reunited after they died, and hanged themselves from a nearby tree.

The corpse team guessed this, but the bishop ordered them to give such people the same funeral as others under the pretext of "being hanged by the Lackadians".

While the people of Turnest were struggling to clean up the mess, another dark cloud loomed over the diocese of Tournest.

Reinforcements are coming.

Although they were reinforcements, many people thought that they were actually reinforcements from the Lackadians, but it is fair to say that no matter how bad they were doing in the diocese of Tournest, their original purpose was indeed to regain the city of Tournest from the infidels.

Because, the owner of the city, owes them a lot...... Buy official money.

Otherwise, they would not have had to gather all the men and horses they had at their disposal and hurried to defend their debtors, they could have squatted in their castles and waited for the king to get enough men to get on the road, and to wonder if it would be more worthwhile to serve the enemy.

But if Turnest falls into the hands of the Lackadians, if the debtor, the new bishop of Tournest, is young and vigorous and confronts the Lackadians, and then is fired by the other party, who will they have left to buy the official money?

No matter how ruined Turnest was by the Lackadians, the king could always sell the bishop again, but if he sold again, the buyer wouldn't give them a stake!

Therefore, when these unruly nobles, who had always listened to the propaganda, got the news, they hurriedly gathered all their soldiers and horses, and went straight to the diocese of Tournest.

By the time they arrived, the Lackadians had long since retreated, and they themselves had become another scourge for the Tournestes.

The knights were not much different from the robbers, and the nobles and servants were on a par with the knights, and the people of Tournest said of them: "The infidels did not take them, they will rob them, and the infidels will take away what they have not taken." ”

This was not without merit, and old Jacob received news asking him if he had any means of selling the Neustrians to other countries.

In the end, the bishop had to come forward and make a "big loan for the aftermath".

He leased the cattle and horses of the nobles as collateral for the various sacriposed objects in the cathedral, and promised that each cow would return to its master after three years with its two-year-old calf, which was a way of circumventing the Church's rule of prohibition of interest, with the first instalment of interest to be paid immediately, and the second after the harvest.

The interest was very high, and he knew that the baroness could get lower interest from old Jacob and his people, but the extra interest was to give away the protection money of these plague gods, and it had to be paid.

Moreover, there was indeed a shortage of livestock in Tournest after the Holocaust.

The lack of livestock and manure produced by livestock was very detrimental to the harvest, so he appointed cattle and horses as his loans.

When the nobles finally got up and returned home satisfied, another man who had made the bishop uncomfortable went on his way—the messenger of the Count of Fischer had not been honorably ascended to heaven in the defence of Tournest, which made it a great pity for the young bishop—but the bishop had good reason to rush him on his way at once, although his charges had been pardoned.

When the dust finally settled, the bishop finally had time to deal with something less urgent.

At this time, two painters he had hired made an appointment to meet him together for the work he had given them for the church frescoes.