Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The Pope walked into the palace again. This time, there were fewer disgusting whispers around him. He could even clearly see the various religious ornaments that had just been hung up.

It was very new. It was not because the palace steward did not pay attention to the details, but because it was done on purpose.

The purpose was to let the Pope find out that... His Majesty the King was willing to compromise with you, a subtle hint.

Of course, there was no need to worry that the Pope would not understand. If he really did not understand, he would have been driven out of his position long ago.

But for the Pope, he would rather not make such concessions.

Just thirty years ago, the previous Pope rarely came to the palace. If there was anything, the King would go to the church to see him in person.

He missed the glory of the past more than a little bit of so-called concessions.

But the cruel reality is that even these things may not be kept now.

If that Duke Leopold entered the capital, he would never lower his proud head and let himself be crowned for him.

The Pope had studied the past of that Duke. He was definitely a self-centered, tough and smart guy.

It seems that he compromises everywhere, but in fact he is tough everywhere.

His compromise is only within the scope he has drawn, which is more like a kind of charity.

Once someone crosses the line, he will never make concessions again, but a thunderbolt.

Therefore, there is no room for reconciliation between the two sides.

The Pope walked while letting his thoughts fly, thinking about the purpose of the king calling him this time. It must be that the front line is in urgent need, otherwise His Majesty the King will not easily give in.

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, because he saw King Bruno coming out to greet him.

This is a rare treatment in the past.

"It seems that the situation on the front line is not good."

The Pope did not feel happy at all, and walked forward with a heavy face.

"Your Excellency the Pope, we are in big trouble this time." King Bruno stated his situation very directly, and said earnestly: "We must work together, otherwise we will lose everything we have now."

Compared with the overturned throne, other concessions have already seemed insignificant.

The Pope was speechless, and was curious about the serious situation on the front line again.

However, understanding is understanding, and he will never show mercy to the other party when it is time to take action.

Do you think that if the common interests are damaged, you will work together?

Naive, there are so many people who do things that hurt others and themselves

"I want to restore the system of military chaplains." The Pope asked directly.

"Okay!" King Bruno agreed very straightforwardly. If it weren't for the violent twitching of his face, he might have thought it was a trivial request. The fact is that he was very sad and couldn't help but abandon his previous plan and said urgently: "I can only agree to this one thing. Don't say anything more."

The Pope shut up angrily. Seeing that His Majesty the King agreed so easily, he really wanted to make some more requests, but it was a pity.

"You are still so stingy." The Pope couldn't help but mocked.

His Majesty the King widened his eyes. If he didn't need the church now, he would definitely curse.

The two people stared at each other, and their rationality prevented them from tearing their faces on the spot.

After all, the pressure from the Northern Principality was too great.

"I hope you can support me. The military chaplain is only effective in my army. The duke will not let your priest enter his army." The king reminded.

The premise of everything is to preserve everything that exists.

Otherwise, the slaves of the fallen country will not enjoy these privileges.

The two dismissed all their subordinates and made a series of asshole deals.

For the royal family and the church, this is a special attempt.

Thirty years is too long. The confrontation between the royal family and the church has seriously damaged the strength of the kingdom.

The historical origins have led to the fact that the two will not easily bow to each other.

This incident is a good opportunity. If they can repel the invaders, they may be able to liberate the full potential of the Holy Cross Kingdom and write a new epic.

Perhaps decades later, the meeting between the Pope and the King will be engraved in the murals and sung by future generations.

If... you can win.

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In the City of Sighs on the front line, everyone is suffering.

The uninterrupted artillery attacks every day are like a death knell, taking away some lives from time to time.

The occasional concentrated artillery coverage has become a hell that everyone fears.

And strictly speaking, there is no safe place in the entire city.

As long as the Type 01 heavy artillery is pushed forward a little, it can cover the entire City of Sighs.

The cruel death made the Holy Cross people passively learn many skills to prevent artillery bombardment.

For example, the headquarters are now all underground.

The rumbling artillery bombardment shook the soil and fell down.

The officers and nobles who were usually arrogant were covered in dust and could no longer maintain their arrogant attitude.

"When will the king's reinforcements arrive? We can't hold on any longer."

"Let the damn church die, it's all their fault for dragging their feet."

There were waves of angry curses from the underground headquarters.

Boom!!!

Another shell fell nearby, and the soil fell.

The general opened his mouth and ate a mouthful of soil.

Unfortunately, no one laughed at him now, and everyone sitting there was the same.

It's been a week, a whole week.

They thought that the City of Sighs would never fall, but now it seems to be just a wishful fantasy.

In fact, being able to hold on for a week is already a great achievement.

Having never experienced the hell of artillery fire, being able to maintain morale without collapse is already considered a well-trained army.

Suddenly, a gray figure slid in from the straight up and down passage.

"It's bad, the people of the Northern Principality are attacking in large numbers."

This bad news made everyone stand up unconsciously.

Sure enough, the sound of artillery stopped after a while.

But this is not good news.

Once the sound of artillery stopped, could the generals of the Northern Principality sit idly by?

This is more likely to cooperate with the infantry attack.

If it were before, they might be full of confidence.

But now, can this army that has been bombed for a week still hold on?

At least, the defensive facilities of the city wall are all gone and can't play much role.

They hurried back to the ground and commanded the army to prepare for defense.

The reason for the attack of the Northern Principality was also found. It turned out that a city wall collapsed, revealing a gap.

"Send someone to block it, and don't let them in."

A thousand-man team had just arrived at the place and was lining up to defend.

Suddenly the familiar sharp whistle sounded again.

The soldiers who had been bombed for a week had goose bumps all over their bodies.

"Fire... Cannon... Cannon..."

The officer's sharp voice had not yet stopped, and his body had already flown up.

The heat wave threw the soldiers up like toys. At some point, the soldiers of the Northern Principality turned around and retreated again.

This was a trap, playing tricks on the inexperienced Holy Cross people.