vstars Chapter 427 When to Send Out the Troops
Chapter 427 When to Send Out the Troops
Chapter 427 When to Send Out the Troops
The holy city of the French King's Hall is full of Gothic churches. In the past, the sound of chanting could always be heard from those churches, even on the streets.
However, today is different. What echoes in the streets is not the sound of chanting, but angry shouts.
"Send troops to rescue the besieged jihad brothers!"
"Declare war on the Yoda Empire! Tie up the heretic Ludwig and burn him at the stake!"
Anger and excitement spread among the crowd. The crowd held torches, and the jumping flames illuminated their angry faces. The crowd surged towards the French king's palace like a tide.
The centurion guarding the palace gate looked at the huge crowds of people and felt mixed emotions. He couldn't help but mutter:
"It's been several days, and there are still so many people."
He knew that sending troops to suppress the rebellion would be a bad idea. First, these people only protested verbally but did not do anything out of line;
The second is someone who can afford the consumption in the Holy City. At worst, he is an ordinary businessman. They are an important source of taxation and church donations. He does not want to cut off the financial resources of the bishops in the Holy City Palace because of a momentary impulse, thus ruining his own future.
A soldier stepped forward and asked:
"Sir, more and more people are gathering now, you see..."
The centurion wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand and responded calmly:
"Why panic? This kind of scene is nothing."
He said slowly:
"If the sky falls, His Majesty the King of France will hold it up, followed by the archbishops, bishops, inquisitors, etc., and finally it will be our turn."
The Centurion emphasized:
"We just need to keep an eye on the gate and prevent those people from breaking in."
After saying this, he looked back at the magnificent palace behind him, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand. He muttered silently in his heart:
"My Lord, please give me a result quickly. I can't stand it any longer..."
The palace was packed with people, the lowest of whom were bishops. This was a far cry from the cold and sparse scenes at previous meetings.
The betrayal of Ludwig, the Yoda Emperor, and the dark threat posed by the Yoda army weighed heavily on the minds of every high-ranking official in the Hall of the King of Law. Everyone knew that a decision had to be made as soon as possible to deal with this difficult situation.
On the high platform, Fidelicao looked serious and spoke eloquently:
"The most urgent task is to gather the armies of each diocese, the Inquisition, and the Religious Knights, and prepare for the battle..."
However, Fidelicio was also in a state of uncertainty. He could clearly estimate the strength of the Yoda people, and the Yoda army in the south alone was at least 200,000 strong.
Even if half of the logistics personnel were deducted, once the remaining 100,000 troops moved south, it would undoubtedly be an irresistible torrent for the soldiers of the King's Hall who usually only knew how to show off their power to ordinary farmers. There was no chance of winning with the current force, so he had to consider hiring some mercenary groups to strengthen his strength.
The other senior executives sitting below looked at each other, and no one spoke. They understood the seriousness of the situation, and now was not the time for them to fight among themselves.
After Fidelicao finished his speech, the palace was silent for a moment, and then there was a buzz of whispers. Everyone was worried about the future of the French King's Hall and thinking about how to deal with this crisis.
Looking at the group of people below who were like wooden sculptures or stone carvings and could not utter a word, the King of France sitting on the throne became more and more helpless. He frowned slightly and thought to himself:
"These people are usually very smart in internal struggles, but how come they are so scared and have no ideas at all when facing external military threats?"
The old King of France sighed softly and asked the people around him in a slightly hoarse voice:
"If you have any opinions about the current situation, you can raise them now."
As soon as the words fell, a steady voice suddenly came from a distance:
"I have a suggestion."
When everyone heard the sound, they looked and saw a bishop standing not far away.
Fidelicao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the bishop carefully. Although he didn't see this man often, Fidelicao knew that his name was Theodore, and he was sent by John to study in the French King's Hall. It was said that he later spent money to buy a position as a priest in the Holy City. Unexpectedly, he was promoted to the position of bishop now.
Theodore bowed slightly and said calmly:
"Your Majesty, in my opinion, we should prepare for war on the one hand, and provide the Kingdom of Midland with an appropriate amount of supplies and money on the other hand."
As soon as this was said, someone immediately shouted in dissatisfaction:
"This involves preparing for war and spending money. Why go to so much trouble?"
Seeing this man being so unreasonable, Theodore pointed at him and said directly:
"You were so precious just now, but now you are so greedy. Do you really think Ludwig will still take us in the French King's Office seriously?"
"We are spending money now, but if Midland can't hold on, and Yoda's army rushes towards us, people will die! At that time, are you going to run away with the wealth you have plundered?"
Seeing that everyone was about to quarrel again, the King of France quickly raised his hand to stop the quarrel that was about to break out. The hall suddenly became quiet, and the air seemed to freeze.
The King of France slowly looked at Theodore and nodded slightly, his tone calm but with unquestionable firmness:
"I know you are from Midland, and you are naturally very anxious when you see your hometown being invaded. But you also know that it is not something that can be accomplished immediately by the King's Office. We need to plan for the long term. I hope that as a believer of the Lord, you can understand our difficulties."
As soon as the King of France finished speaking, Theodore suddenly trembled all over, then he knelt on the ground with a plop, tears flashing in his eyes, and his voice was filled with tears:
"Lord John is now besieged by the Kushans, and his life or death is uncertain. His hometown is also besieged by Yoda's army, and countless people have to leave their hometown to flee. Although the remaining soldiers are fighting desperately with Yoda's army, they are outnumbered after all. Are they going to die in vain?"
As he spoke, Theodore covered his face with his hands and wept, his grief becoming more and more miserable. The bishops around him were more or less affected by his words and emotions, and if they were in his shoes, they would probably feel the same pain if they were in the same situation.
The King of Dharma felt a little reluctant and helpless. After a moment of silence, he said:
"In that case, let's send a team to Franche-Comté to gather information. Once the information is accurate and the situation is clear, we can then decide whether to send troops."
After hearing this, everyone nodded, and the atmosphere in the hall eased a little. Theodore also wiped his tears and thanked the King of France. Seeing that no one questioned it anymore, the King of France continued:
"Then please return to your respective suburbs as soon as possible and mobilize the people to form an army. In the past, Yoda's army's sudden attack..."