The air in the church was as cold as the howling wind on a swamp, and there was no winter in Xifan Harbor, which was clearly located in the tropics.

It's all at a price......

Everyone in this settlement.

Anwo, whose eyes were struggling, suddenly despaired, and he no longer had any hope in the rebels, and he raised the gun in his hand again, although he did not open the safe.

“…… I don't care about that, even if we are being used, give me and my brothers a way to live! I'll give you a way to live! ”

“…… If it weren't for you, I would have been talking about this. To get back to the previous topic, if you want to survive, you have to pretend to kill someone, but they don't die. ”

Isher glanced at the death-scared wolf mockingly, and then continued slowly.

"Don't stand stupidly, go to the port and get some corpses, get some carts to transport them, put the corpses in the church, throw a shuttle at them, and drag them out."

Although there is profanity. The suspicion of desecrating the corpse, but now I don't care so much.

It's all about staying alive.

Anwo asked nervously.

"And then?"

Isher's head spun quickly, but the speed of his speech was steady, without the slightest flustery.

Then the survivors had to lie down with the corpses and go out of the city with the cart carrying the corpses. Just make up a reason, let's just say that those who die in the Silvermoon Church must be buried in peace...... The rebels have no enmity with Mr. Mergio, and should not trouble him. But there is still a certain risk in this matter that Mr. Mergio will follow—"

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can save these poor people, it's not a big risk," Melgio interrupted him, looking at him earnestly, "I'll go out of town with the convoy, and I'll be able to act like one with me reciting scriptures along the way." ”

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Isher looked at the priest and nodded, then at the old butler, Sahado, who had not spoken a word from beginning to end.

"Count Sharma's estate is not far from here? How big is it? Can it accommodate 200 people? ”

Sahadu snapped back to his senses and said quickly.

"It's not far! If you leave now, you'll be there before dawn! We have a big plantation! Not to mention 200 people, 2000 people is no problem! ”

"Very good...... "Isher nodded, "when you are out of the city, you will take everyone to the manor of Count Sharma, find a small manor and hide everyone, remember!" The fewer people who know about this, the better! ”

The young man named Pavon couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you have to hide it separately?"

Isher rolled her eyes.

"Are you a pig? What's the difference between catching one and catching ten? It's safest for everyone to stay together! And only one person can deliver food and water...... No, don't choose, it's you, you're responsible for these 200 lives. ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Pavon by the shoulders and stared into the young man's eyes until the fear in his pupils turned calm, and he let go of his hand.

"You're a smart guy...... Now that you know there's no future for these things to get mixed in, take this last chance to live. ”

Pavon mustered up the courage to nod and answer.

"Yes......"

"Good."

Hearing the lad's answer, Isher pushed him next to Anwo.

"Now that this kid is yours, you can get him promoted, at least let him be a centurion. When he had conquered Count Sharma's estate, he was let out and put in charge of watching over Count Sharma's estate and family. ”

Anwo glanced at the kid, nodded and said.

"It shouldn't be a big problem...... I've heard that Yanush had promised the Lion State to Absec, my immediate superior. When the time comes, there will definitely be some people left to clean up the land around here. ”

Isher was overjoyed.

"Great."

Butler Sahadu asked tremblingly.

"Since this is already a land of right and wrong...... Can't we just run away? ”

"Escape?"

As if hearing some funny joke, Anwar looked at the old butler with amusement.

"Do you go with dry food, or do you go empty-handed? And then how much dry food are you going to take with you, and where are you going to go? When the news spreads here, there are people everywhere who want your lives, and you won't have time to escape, and you won't be able to run far! Believe me, it's safest to stay still, and the Willantes will land here...... I'm willing to bet that Yanusz won't stay here, probably a substitute for the dead. ”

"But if I stay in the Lion State, the Willantes will kill me......" Pavon said in horror.

"As long as these people live, you won't die. If they die, it's the same wherever you flee. ”

Anwo glanced at the young man, his expression was a little complicated, but in the end he didn't say anything. Then he looked at the Lady Margaery again and asked.

"What about the kids? Do you want to go out of town together? ”

Margaery was silent for a moment, with some hesitation in her eyes, but finally made up her mind.

"It's too dangerous...... We can't put all our eggs in the same basket, someone has to live and tell the people outside what happened tonight. ”

Anwo nodded.

"I think so too, the risk for children is too great, and if you cry halfway, everyone will die...... Are you going to say goodbye to the children? ”

"No need."

Margaery shook her head slightly, then walked up to the old nun and took her hands.

Looking into those eyes, she said in a sincere tone.

"Our kids, please, in a few days, the Willantes will definitely come here...... But unless you judge that the news that we're alive will make the people here suffer less, please don't tell the Willant people that we're alive and say we've been taken out and executed. ”

Those people won't let them live.

Maybe it will be saved.

But in the end, you will be "late" for a minute or two, and you will arrive when everything is over.

It's something obvious.

A train that has already started will not stop because there is an ant lying on the tracks.

Can 200 fewer deaths bring back to life more than 3,000 people who have already died?

War will be waged as well.

And in order not to involve the puppets controlled by the masterminds behind the scenes in the rebel army, so that the "personnel changes" will affect the follow-up plan, the puppets who are manipulated by the masterminds behind the scenes will definitely get the news one step ahead of the "people who went to save them".

To say why......

Because they are already in the "budget".

Margaery took a deep breath and continued.

"It shouldn't be just the Legion...... And people from the alliance are expected to come here as well. However, the Alliance is not entirely credible, and they work closely with the Legion on the Bond, and it cannot be ruled out that they will adopt an appeasement approach. There's so much going on that we don't know about, so be sure to keep an eye on those people and see if they're worth ......."

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's not worth it.

If even the Alliance is on the side of the Legion, supporting the Legion's invasion of the Empire, and the two bandits join forces to ravage the land, then no matter how dazzling the light of the truth is, it will definitely be obscured.

And until then.

Perhaps only someone from a company or an academy can come and collect their bodies and record what happened here.

Margaery held the old nun's hand tightly, and there was a hint of impunity in her earnest voice.

"Please...... Please take care of them. If we are killed, please tell the children the truth when it is all over. ”

The old nun nodded earnestly.

"I will! And Madame...... Please take care of yourself. Children can't live without their mothers, even if it's to keep the bad guys from putting ugly things in their heads. ”

Melgio walked up to the two of them and said in a very soft voice.

"Brave people don't die so easily...... It's not too early, so let's start preparing as soon as possible. ”

"I've arranged for someone to go to the harbor to get the corpses," Anwo glanced out the door, then at the two hundred or so Willantes in the hall, "you guys get ready, see if you want to change your clothes or something." As for luggage, don't think about it, just throw it here. ”

Anwo looked at Ischer, who was standing next to him with his arms crossed, and then at the dozen or so parishioners behind him.

"What about you? Go home? Or go with these Willantes to Count Sharma? ”

"They don't need me to follow, you're actually more critical than them, and I'm more worried about your safety...... If you mess up, we're all dead. ”

Esher glanced left and right, tore a large strip of cloth from his sleeve, and tied it to his arm under the blank gaze of the crowd.

It looks like that.

Anyway, the things that the rebels tied to their arms were not uniformly made.

Looking at the stunned Anwo, Isher raised an eyebrow.

"I've rebelled too."

"Now I'm your subordinate."

……

Everything went as planned, and Anwo arranged for his trusted men to go to the port and get more than 300 corpses.

Most of the people in the harbor were so drunk that no one cared about the stuff except that some nosy boss had arranged for someone to come and clean up the bodies.

The rebel army is not yet organized, the chain of command is in disarray, and there is no unified directive.

Even the "retired veterans" of the Gray Wolf Army who rallied around Yanusz didn't understand the matter of seniority, let alone those small groups.

However, if there is an invisible black hand controlling everything here, as Madame Margaery suspected, then the chaos of the rebels should not last long.

At least it certainly won't be the reinforcements that will arrive in Eternal Night Harbor.

They only need to push one person out to be the leader, pull a big flag as a military flag, and then make up a reason for the uprising, decide who will stay and die, and then they can march out of the city and march in the direction of Tiandu.

If nothing else, the people who were left behind should be those guys from the city defense army.

They are the least likable, and they are low in combat, so it is most appropriate to leave it to the Willants to vent their anger, and the big noses can use them as targets.

Of course, this will definitely not be said explicitly, and in the end, most of them are promised in the name of "casting names", just like themselves who came to the Silver Moon Church to kill people.

It's just that they are different from themselves, and they can't afford to pay the name certificate they have to pay, even if they put the lives of the whole family on it......

Watching his henchmen lay out the corpses in the church, Anwo's expression was cold.

The young man named Pavon walked up to him and said tremblingly.

"Ready...... ready"

Although he didn't kill a single person, he was covered in blood at the moment, as if he had crawled out of a pile of dead people.

Anwo nodded, beckoned the twenty or so henchmen next to him to aim at the corpses sitting crookedly on the church benches, and waved his hand cleanly.

"Fire!"

The moment the words fell, the crackling gunshots resounded in the church, everyone closed their eyes in disbelief, and the children in the basement also let out suppressed cries.

The cart carrying the bodies was pushed in, and when it came out, it was fuller.

The dejected priest followed the cart, holding the silver crescent moon on his chest in one hand and the blood-stained cart in the other.

Not far away, a few patrolling "cloth bandages" saw it and showed envious expressions.

"I'm afraid these guys have a good time."

"...... There were many people in the port and little meat, and Lao Tzu didn't drink a mouthful of soup. ”

Suddenly, someone smiled obscenely.

"Isn't there a nun in the church? Why don't you go in and have a look? ”

Before he could finish his words, the ten-captain next to him patted him on the head.

"You're so crazy, Yanush didn't dare to touch those chanting, you're even better than the boss?"

He saw with his own eyes that Mergio was not only alive, but also dared to follow the wolf man and pray for the dead.

What this means is self-evident.

Another soldier next to him, who had probably been to the church, also glanced at the guy with disdain.

"The nun must be at least fifty or sixty years old...... You're interested in that old guy too? ”

The smiling soldier finally fell silent, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't know ......"

Laughter and scolding drifted down the streets, like a farewell to a convoy carrying corpses.

In the church on the other side, the old nun just bowed her head in silence, holding a mop, and in vain cleaned the blood-stained hall.

Then some more people came to the church.

But the men just looked at her, and then at the blood on the ground, and hurried away, without saying a word.

The church was forgotten, and it sat in a quiet corner of hell for three days in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

It wasn't until the deafening roar sounded that the Willantes' boots set foot on the harbor......

……

The candle flame on the silver candlestick flickered gently, and suddenly a trance pulled that distant time back to the present.

After finishing the story, the old nun slowly opened her mouth and continued.

"If all goes well, your wife and the other survivors should hide in one of the Earl Sharma's mansions or plantations, under the auspices of a ten-man named Paven...... Or maybe the centurion is taking care of it. And Mr. Melgio, who should also be there. ”

"As for Anwo, he should be next to his superior, Absek, and that is what Mr. Isher suggests. The most dangerous place is the safest, and if you are suspected by those people, you will die no matter what you do. ”

“…… But if you can win their trust, you can hopefully be drawn into their circle and find evidence of the Legion's involvement in this conspiracy. ”

The basement was unusually quiet.

The players were watching the VM's translated subtitles, while Yarman was holding his breath.

The first to break the silence was young Ruby.

A layer of looming mist was like a sweet spring gushing out of a dry well, soaking the eyes covered with a layer of ash.

Her eyes glowed with hope again, and her lips opened and closed glutinously.

"Mom...... Still alive......"

"Margaery...... Oh, the goddess of the silver moon is above! ”

Yarman spoke incoherently with excitement and pressed the tip of his lips and nose to his palms.

He couldn't wait to knock one to the Silver Moon Goddess on the spot!

Praise the Moon!

It doesn't matter if the Goddess of the Silver Moon lives there or not!

If that's not a miracle, what else can be called a miracle?!

"Where is she now? No...... What can I do to get her back? ”

As he calmed down, Yarman had come to realize that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

First of all, he couldn't leave Westsail Harbor.

Those soldiers outside would have kept him here for safety reasons and asked him why he was out.

This is a completely reasonable operation.

And if he had said that Margaery was still alive, and that he was with the people who had been in the church that night, the king's men would have found them before the Welantes who had gone to their rescue.

When the time comes, it's not just Margaery who will die, but everyone who stays with her!

Even the good guy who spared her that night, Mr. Anwo, who was ambushed in the army of the Heavenly King, will die!

They will die in silence and take all their secrets to the grave.

"Your lady doesn't know either, but she believes you have a way to save everyone! Not just her and the two hundred survivors, but all those who were about to be drawn into this war......" The old nun sighed softly and looked at the people of the Alliance.

Yarman followed her gaze and looked to the side for help, especially the only one who seemed to be a little more reliable.

The latter did not speak, but pinched his chin in contemplation, until Yarman's gaze came over, and then he spoke slowly.

"It's not going to be easy...... If we were to leave the port of Sailing, the people of Willant would follow us vigilantly. What's more, it's useless to rely on us alone, and the Heavenly King Army in Lion Prefecture has hundreds of thousands, right? Not to mention covering the evacuation of two hundred people, without heavy equipment and support, two teams of ten people are enough for us to drink a pot. ”

[The-stirring stick] scratched his head, and there was a difficult expression written on his face.

"Indeed, and if the rescue fails, you may be dumped by the legion, 'Why didn't you report it when you knew it was so dangerous!' …… Tsk, it's hard to do, if these dogs bite back, we really have no reason to say it. ”

"What about sending an airborne force?" The warlike wolf looked at him puzzled, "Since we know that it was the people of the legion who did it, we can just send the troops over!" ”

The old stick rolled his eyes.

"Are you being funny? That's the citizens of the legion, why can't it be the turn of the alliance to save it, and besides, the troops can be moved if you say they can? If you're doing such nonsense, I don't think the alliance will do anything, just go around this palm-sized place. ”

The old wolf was in a hurry.

"But ......"

The eagle interrupted what he was about to say and said in serious thought.

"Brother Stick is right, you calm down. Even if we have Resurrection Coins, it doesn't mean we can use them at will. ”

"And let me be realistic, it's not enough to save those two hundred people from the standpoint of the Alliance. That guy named Anwo is even more important to us than those two hundred lives, maybe he has already found clues to the collusion between some of the top brass of the Heavenly King Army and the people inside the legion...... This may be the only thing that can put the Legion on the brakes, though only possible. ”

In other words, they had to find Anwo before they could save the survivors.

When he said this, the eagle's brow couldn't help but rise with a sad face.

"But the trouble is that we can't contact that guy at all, and we don't even know where he is."

The-stirring stick suddenly spoke.

"It's actually easy to say."

Three pairs of eyes looked at him in unison, including the eagle with an embarrassed face.

I saw that the old stick cleared his throat and replaced it with the non-standard human language.

"Didn't that Yanush already encircle the heavens? Those 'descendants' who pushed him to the top should always be with him, right? For example, if you find that Absec, you will find that Anwo...... Let's just go to Tiandu. ”

"To Tiandu?! Are you crazy? The warlike wolf looked at him in amazement.

"Then in other words, to send an envoy to Tiandu?"

The-stirring stick smiled, looked at the stunned three brothers, and shook the VM hanging on his arm.

"Since they have all shouted the slogan of abolition of slavery and equality, we who are 'big brothers' should take a look, right? Don't make the wrong spelling. ”

"it?!"

"You don't want a number?!"

"I'll have to ask the boss first! Damn, I'm not going crazy with you! ”

Just when the eagle, the wolf, and the old manager were all shocked by this guy's bad idea, a yacht about ten meters wide slowly approached the dock of Xifan Port.

I saw a man with a haggard face, holding on to the gangway and walking down, holding his knees and retching without taking two steps.

“MMP！ This place is far enough away! ”

Although he didn't get seasick with his awakened physique, he couldn't stand the transfer of transportation and the seafood he ate along the way.

There are no regular flights from the port of Kinggallen to the port of Saifan, the yacht is temporarily chartered in the port of the port of the kinggallen, and the supplies on board are all fished along the way.

After two breaths, he finally felt better.

At this time, the soldiers on the port had already noticed this uninvited guest, and they all carried the guys and surrounded this side.

"Xifan Port is closed, except for local residents, no docking! Who are you! Pete, the ten-man who was on duty, stepped forward and stared at the yacht and the man standing next to it, his eyes narrowing slightly.

It is not like this kind of boat can run on the open sea.

I'm afraid this guy didn't come from Golden Gallen Harbor!

Realizing that this guy might be from the Alliance, Pete's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes gradually became unkind.

"You're from the Alliance—"

"Phew! You're the one who the Alliance! The man rolled his eyes and unceremoniously interrupted him.

Looking at the little ten-captain with a stunned expression in front of him, the battlefield atmosphere group scolded unceremoniously.

"Lao Tzu is your uncle pangolin! Rank Commander! When I slaughtered the blue gopher, you didn't know where you played on the sand! ”

His human language is not as stumbling as it used to be, and the tone particle used is called a skill.

"Which team of centurions do you have with your special mother? Call your leader to come here! ”

Pete: "??? ”

As soon as the battlefield guy's words fell, the soldiers gathered in front of the dock suddenly stirred and made way to the sides. I saw a man wearing an officer's hat walking towards the two people facing each other on the dock.

Looking at the old man he hadn't seen for a long time, McClan suddenly seemed to fall into some kind of memory, and the corners of his cold mouth relaxed with a nostalgic smile.

"It's been a long time, but your words seem to have become too much."

Hearing the familiar voice, Pete jerked his head back, a look of surprise on his face.

"Mai, General McLaen?! You...... Haven't slept at this point? ”

Hearing the familiar name, the battlefield atmosphere group who was pretending to be forced was stunned for a moment, and finally saw clearly who the man with his back to the street lamp light was, and his expression instantly became embarrassed.

Sloppy.

This rank is higher than himself.

“…… Hello generals. The battlefield guy gave a military salute.

MMP！

Captain Wan is here to join in the fun!

Scald!

McLaen smiled, returned a military salute, and then said in a casual tone.

"I remember what you were doing under Corway?"

The Warfield nodded awkwardly.

"Uh, uh! But I'm on secondment...... In fact, he did not directly command the troops, but was responsible for handling some matters related to the relationship between the locals and the Willantes, after all, there was still a team of 10,000 people stationed there. ”

McLaren said casually.

"The 370,000th troop is it, I remember that Colway's unit was called that."

"Hmm!" The battlefield guy nodded, but muttered in his heart, this guy is thousands of kilometers away, and he knows quite well about the deployment of Haiya Province.

McLaren continued.

"Did Benott send you?"

"...... right"

Looking at this honest man who kept nodding his head, McLaan asked with a smile.

"What does he want you to do?"

The Warfield hesitated to say it, but seeing that McClan seemed to know everything, he simply said with the idea of throwing stones to ask for directions.

"Send an envoy to Tiandu to negotiate with the Heavenly King's Army."

There was a commotion among the surrounding soldiers, including Pete, who couldn't help but clench their fists, their eyes burning with visible anger.

Negotiation?

Go to the special negotiations!

He just wants to slaughter the people of this settlement, and then go and slaughter the people of the so-called Tiandu and the Heavenly King Army!

Glancing blankly at the Ten-Captain next to him, McLaan then looked back at the pangolin standing next to the yacht and nodded slightly.

"This is not the place to talk, let's go ashore first."

"Yes......"

You damn it, too, know that this is not the place to talk!

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team held back the words in their hearts, pretending to be honest and following behind McLaen, passing through the murderous sight of the group of soldiers.

Enduring the feeling of being on his back, the battlefield couldn't help but slander.

This dog's old wheat!

Learn to play tricks!

(End of chapter)