Ranken, Cotia Cathedral.

In the holy and quiet square, there was an extremely strange scene.

Children, thousands of children, gathered in the middle of the square. The eldest of them was more than ten years old, and the youngest was only seven or eight years old, and they were still childlike and chirping, like a flock of noisy little sparrows.

On the steps in front of the church, Inedil frowned slightly, he was a quiet man. But there is no way, these little guys do not know the monstrous power of the archbishop of the Holy See. They only glanced at him occasionally, as if surprised at how young and handsome he was, and in the face of those clear eyes, Innedir had to shake his head helplessly.

"My lord, there are three thousand six hundred and seventy in all," Bishop Todd, the temporary commander of the Bright New Army, leaned over and presented a list, "according to your orders, they are all selected from the Southern Theater of Operations, with a clean family background and pure body and mind. ”

"Piety to God comes first. Inedil added lightly.

"They all come from families of believers who have believed in God for generations," replied Todd respectfully, "and are devout believers themselves." ”

Inedil smiled and did not speak. He didn't think that these children would have a deep-rooted faith, but he had a way to make them the most committed believers in a hurry.

The goddess officials of the church, each of whom have to take care of dozens of children, are very busy. They are quite obedient, but the naughtiness of children's nature makes these little ones unable to settle down for a while.

Innedil took a few steps forward and stood at the top of the church steps. He stretched out his hand, flicked his fingers, and a loud bell suddenly sounded in mid-air, three times in a row, hitting his heart.

The children were quiet. The little face was full of awe. The goddess officials stood at the same time and bowed their heads and prayed softly.

"I am the Archbishop of the Holy See, Inedil," the white-robed and blonde-haired Inedyr blessed himself with a "holy word", and his voice resounded throughout the square. "First of all, congratulations on becoming a new batch of candidates for priesthood. ”

His green eyes, as clear as a spring, swept over the delighted children, and paused for a moment. In the Duchy of Ian under the rule of the Holy See, the clergy were the undisputed privileged class. To be a candidate for the priesthood means to embark on a glorious road to heaven, and it is no wonder that they are so excited.

Even the most pure person cannot escape the temptation of fame and fortune.

"In the next few months, you will receive the first phase of learning. "Those who excel in the Priesthood will go straight to the apprenticeship of the Priesthood, and if there is no accident, they will be promoted to the rank of official priest in the future." ”

Inspired by him, the children were eager to take the plunge and then followed the ascetics on their journey north. Near the Holy White Tower, a vacant lot has long been vacated. A temporary school was set up for them. In the next two months, these thousands of children. This is where the training will be fully enclosed.

Soon, the square was empty. The new Gothian Holy Maiden came slowly, and asked with a hesitant expression, "Your Excellency, the training of priest candidates." Lately...... Isn't it the cathedral that is in charge?"

"Huh?" Innedil looked sideways at her, the newly elected saint was equally noble and elegant, and even a little more delicate in terms of appearance alone. But Innedir. But there was no touch, and his eyes were as calm as water.

"I'm talking too much," the Holy Maiden of Gotilla bowed slightly under his wordless gaze, "I beg the archbishop's understanding." ”

"It's all right," said Innedir, waving his hand and turning away, his voice coming from afar, "you just have to do your part, and that's enough." ”

******

At the beginning of September, Snowton's Central Route Army and Western Route Army set off at the same time and marched to the next battlefield.

The target of the Central Route Army was the capital city of Severa, and the county where it was located. The destination of the Western Route Army was the Dominion of Ferenman, west of Severa.

In addition to the twenty-three counties, there are many noble lords in the surrounding area, who have chosen to belong to the Duchy of Ian, and Ferenman is one of them. It is located between the Confederation of Ian and Thorm, and is roughly the size of one and a half counties of the Duchy. The territory is mountainous and the soil is poor, which is not suitable for farming, but the trade is quite developed.

Ferencman City is built on a hill and is a rare gate. The most prosperous trade route between Ian and Torm passed through the mountain pass it held. If Tholm really wants to send troops to help Ian, this place must be a transit hub.

Therefore, the General Staff Headquarters of the Southern Expeditionary Army ordered the Western Route Army to leave Xilin County and go straight to the Ferenman Dominion. The purpose is to capture the city and put an end to the possibility.

On September 7, after the capture of a small city again. They were less than three hundred miles from the Ferenman Dominion. Ebert ordered the whole army to rest for a day and then continue south.

"The way to govern the army is to give them some sweetness appropriately, but you can't satisfy them at once," said Ebert and Allegri, walking side by side, inspecting the barracks, and pointing out by the way, "the so-called mercy is not in charge of the army, and in this regard, you are inferior to Dios." ”

"That's what the general said. Allegri nodded, he didn't have much of a fight, he was very good when he communicated with the soldiers, and when he really went to the battlefield, he was a little forward-looking, and he was reluctant to send them to death. Therefore, he handed over the command of the mercenary group to Dios.

"Dios is proficient in the art of war and has strong strength, where did you get such talents?" When besieging Vanuna, Ebert and Dios also had several encounters, and when they talked about it, they couldn't help but ask curiously.

A high-ranking martial artist who is proficient in the art of war, as long as he doesn't handle things too badly, the position of the commander of the legion is definitely expected. But Dios is willing to lead his private army under a certain earl lord, which is a bit overkill.

"He was one of the first friends I ever made," Allegri smiled, expressing his trust from the side, "if the general has something to do with me in the future, and I happen to be absent, you can just look for him." ”

"Is that so...... Ebert nodded, and when he looked up to see the camp of the mercenary group not far away, he said, "Let's go and see how your army is trained." ”

"Well," Allegri replied, "I was about to discuss with the general how the two sides should work together. ”

The warriors of the "Vulcan's Wrath" are too precious, and if you sacrifice one, you will lose one. Even though Allegri was trying to recruit from other forces, the number could not rise.

In addition to confusing the enemy's view with camouflage, they must consider a number of other tactics to keep these fighters safe.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）