plumnovel #250 - Meliati has too many cards in her hand.
#250 - Meliati has too many cards in her hand.
In this way, the war monks of the Savior Battle Group would first use scouts to reconnoiter each location. After the cavalry attracted the nearby monsters, they would use the vehicle fortresses to defend against the impact, and finally, the infantry would leave the vehicle fortresses to deliver the final blow.
Long-haired zombies could simulate robust armored soldiers, while bull spiders and jumping spiders could simulate charging knights.
In fact, in terms of bravery and the momentum of the charge, giant spiders surpassed many rural extraordinary knights.
However, giant spiders and long-haired zombies were not as intelligent as humans, understanding how to cooperate and form ranks to maximize their effectiveness, but at least they increased the monks' practical experience.
In this way, in the constant rotation, the stabbing and shooting had a realistic feel. Stabbing a target a hundred times did not give as much experience as truly killing a powerful animal.
This kind of combat drill could also uncover problems that could not be found in normal training.
It was better to discover them now than to discover them later when fighting knights at Jeanneburg.
In this way, in the insect-extermination rotation battle, the four legions took turns, all receiving sufficient training, and successfully clearing a space in the southern swamp.
By the sixth day, the Savior Battle Group had basically advanced to the southernmost end of the swamp.
Rabbit-skin boots stepped over the cold, hard ground, making a loud "bang bang" sound on the ground, and beastmen scouts poked at the snow with long poles.
Beneath these accumulated snows, there were many hidden ditches and rivers. If one accidentally fell down, even if they weren't drowned, they would at least get sick.
Due to the varying width of passable roads, the Savior Army could only practice formation changes while moving.
The red and black battle flags of the Savior Army fluttered in the cold wind, and two thousand war monks marched in neat steps between the green mountains and black lakes.
From time to time, they would squint and look towards the lower end of the lead-gray clouds.
Before them, layers of dark-green mountains and towering peaks rose from the ground, with dry, cracked rocks and shrubs exposed in the silvery-white snow layer.
Residual snow on the mountains melted into running streams, converging into ponds and swamps.
The lake water of Nanze Lake flowed out from between the mountains, forming several winding rivers.
However, many mountain passes were blocked by silt and boulders, forming natural weirs that hindered the discharge of lake water.
The originally complex mountain river channels had only two that could still flow.
Riding horses, Horn and Jeanne galloped on the snow, climbing a small hill to look down from above.
The lake water crossed the boulder weir, falling into the shallow river like a slow-flowing waterfall.
Occasionally, a few pieces of residual snow floated on the crystal-clear river water.
"The Jeanneburg canal is probably connected to the river water here from the mountains," Jeanne said with a smile, pointing to the flowing water below with her riding crop.
Horn did not focus his gaze on the rivers that could still flow, but turned his back to Jeanne, placing his sight on the dry riverbeds.
The riverbeds were overgrown with weeds, the withered yellow leaves swaying gently in the breeze, and the remnants of water conservancy buildings still remained.
Horn squinted his eyes, seeing the stones and silt of various sizes, as if he saw the once-rushing scene of these river channels again.
But now, it was as quiet as a ghost town, with only a few small animals quickly passing through the grass, making rustling sounds that disappeared in an instant.
"Witt," Horn turned around, just in time to see Witt panting as he climbed up the hillside, "Do you know how to repair these water conservancy facilities?"
Holding onto an oak tree next to him, Witt bent over, panting, and looked down the mountain.
After a long while, he straightened up: "The silt accumulation is layer by layer. Only by moving the boulders and silt away will it be useful, otherwise repairing the water conservancy facilities will be useless."
"Then if the silt could be removed, could you repair them?"
"Haha, I can't." Seeing Horn's displeased expression, Witt quickly made up for it, "This requires specialized water conservancy scholars or engineers. My classmates can do it, but they may not be willing to come."
Turning his head to look at the other side, Horn asked Witt, "In your opinion, if this river channel is dredged, will the environment of Great Swamp Township get better?"
"If we build weirs upstream of the swamp to slow down the water flow, and dredge the silted river channels downstream to drain the water, the old river channel of the dried-up Gaotai River could be reconnected.
At that time, the water level of Nanze Lake will drop, forming a height difference with the ponds and puddles of Beize. If we then connect the puddles with Nanze Lake to form a water network, we can improve the current geographical environment of Great Swamp Township.
However, this accumulation of hundreds of years is estimated to be a major project lasting decades."
"Alas, yes, it's too early to think about these things now." Horn shook his head helplessly. "We can only wait for the future."
Today is already January 18, 1445, and the three-month agreement is getting closer and closer.
But Pas里克(帕斯里克: Pasrick) hasn't told him the specific time of the uprising yet. Although Horn won't fully cooperate with the Duchess, it's better to know this important information as soon as possible.
"I don't know if there will be a future."
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Time entered early February, but the temperature in the mountains did not drop at all.
Ice and snow covered the spire of the Coldspring Castle tower, and the snow on the pinnacles and flying arches had not yet melted, forming ice ridges, with icy water rolling to the ground drop by drop.
Coldspring Castle, built entirely of black rock, is located on a slope in a valley as the political center of the Herrmastone Duchy.
Coldspring Town below Coldspring Castle is the gathering place for commercial trade and residential areas.
Despite the cold weather, the stall vendors did not abandon commercial activities and were still hawking along the streets.
The most conspicuous thing around Coldspring Town was not the stall vendors, but the densely rising black smoke columns.
That was the black smoke rising from hundreds of smelting workshops and the Duke's blacksmith shops.
The Thousand River Valley Mountainous Five Counties are famous for their rich mineral resources. Except for the lack of gold and silver mines, there are large amounts of various metal mines.
Their mineral resources cannot be compared with those in northern Norne and the Furnace Highlands, but within the Kingdom of Lyea, they are among the best mines.
The mountain people of the Mountainous Five Counties either work as miners in the mines or go out as mercenaries. Only a few can be farmers to supply food.
Because there is less arable land in the mountains and the terrain is narrow, the living standards in terms of food, clothing, and use are far behind the Plain Four Counties.
Correspondingly, the per capita iron consumption of mountain people is more than twice the per capita iron consumption of people in the plains.
When Moliya proposed conquering Codfish Fort, her mountain boar knights were all wearing three-quarter armor and riding donkeys and mules.
Moliya didn't attack cities, but specialized in plundering knight manors and noble farms.
Those militiamen wearing leather armor could not defeat these mountain boar knights, and the genuine extraordinary knights either fled or formed Dengjar phalanxes and longbowmen in groups.
Fighting them was more uncomfortable than eating shit.
Of course, Moliyatti's hometown was also ravaged by the Codfish Fort Lord.
In the end, the internal war-weariness of the Codfish Fort Lord's family was too high, and they had to invite the Norne Lord from a branch of Moliyatti's great-grandmother's family to end the fierce battle.
At this time, ten years had passed since that fierce battle. In the lord's hall of Coldspring Castle, Moliyatti sat upright on a bearskin chair, her cold iron mask reflecting the scorching fire.
Beside her sat four knights, mostly old knights in their sixties, with only one middle-aged knight who was thirty-nine years old.
The three old men gathered the tall, short, fat, and thin, and their crooked and cracked shapes made people think it was a clown vaudeville when they stood together.
As for the middle-aged knight, he had a handsome image, but his face always had an inexplicable sad expression, giving people a feeling of listlessness.
No one would have thought that each of these four knights was a titled knight.
Including Moliyatti herself, the Herrmastone Duchy had a total of five titled knights.
Counting the entire Thousand River Valley, the church had two titled knights, namely the Templar Knight Commander Bertold and Count Lainer of Malet.
Prince Kongdai had three titled knights in the Edict Company, himself, Alreyn and Almann.
In other words, only by adding the church and Prince Kongdai together could they match the Herrmastone Duchy in terms of the number of titled knights.
These four titled knights were mostly from the old Duke's knight squires and old subordinates.
They were basically the intangible military legacy left by the former Herrmastone Duke Antoine to the Duchess Moliyatti.
The Herrmastone Duke Antoine of that year was an old knight during the Hundred Years' War and a rare grand knight.
Antoine's father was the French King Gobert IX, his mother was the younger sister of the Lyea King Heinlock, and his wife was the only daughter of the glorious Norne Elector Fladell.
In a sense, Moliyatti and Prince Kongdai were actually cousins.
However, given that Prince Kongdai's grandfather had married the daughter of the French king, the two could be considered cousins.
The Duke had only one daughter. Moliyatti's father was actually adopted into the family, so she called the Duke grandfather.
Antoine had a high status in the three knightly orders. Prince Kongdai's connections in the knightly orders were at the level of a younger brother in the face of Antoine.
However, since Moliyatti inherited the throne, she has been causing trouble constantly, using up a lot of favors to clean up the mess.
This time she is confronting the church, and the knightly orders will probably cut ties with her directly, after all, this is not a joke.
But the old department/group of her great-grandfather, the Norne Elector, will still give Moliyatti face.
This face is at most not taking sides. If they really want to fight the church, they will at most give some supplies in secret, and they cannot stand on Moliyatti's side openly.
At least in this way, Moliyatti's rear is safe.
As the high priest of the Ruoan party, she can even mobilize the power of the secret party.
Moliyatti has too many cards in her hand.
"The lords of Seven Elm Town and Longpeak Fort, and the village church bishop of Oakflower Fort, have sent us letters of surrender, with words close to pleading."
Seeing that everyone was there, Moliyatti threw a stack of letters on the table, "What do you think? Let's discuss it."