Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The officer in charge knew that the other party didn't shoot out of mercy.

It was just to avoid making a bigger noise and causing trouble.

So he wisely put down his gun and raised his hands.

"Brothers, listen to me and put down your guns.

We are all on the same side, on the same side."

Their team had been patrolling the edge of the city, and it was obviously not a valued part.

The little salary given by the king was just enough for everyone to patrol and arrest some thieves.

They were called the City Guards, but they actually did the work of the police.

So... why risk your life!

The black-robed priest waved his hand, and his soldiers put down the patrol's guns.

Then he walked closer and warned: "Stay still."

"Sir, we can't see or hear anything."

Before the black-robed priest could speak, gunshots suddenly came from not far away.

The gunshots lasted for more than ten seconds, and it was obvious that the shooter had been dealt with.

A patrol team like the City Guards would undoubtedly be sent to death if they encountered a large number of troops.

The black-robed priest didn't care about anything else and turned back immediately: "Don't delay. Shoot anyone with a gun if you meet them."

The army, which had been silent, advanced quickly, followed by the sound of gunfire.

The defense of the capital was relatively complete. Even if there were not enough people, it was still impossible to sneak into the vicinity of the palace silently.

The gunshots had awakened the city, and the civilians could only hide at home and wait for the trial.

But the powerful nobles had already climbed up to their attics, and their private soldiers took up weapons and defended.

There were many more lights on in the whole city.

Of course, the biggest reaction was the palace.

Even if the gunshots had not yet reached here, the news had arrived one step ahead.

The king had not been awakened from his bed, and the commander of the guards had already sounded the assembly call.

A large number of guards rushed out of the barracks, and soldiers began to appear in various parts of the palace.

The palace gate was tightly sealed, and as usual, officers wearing armor appeared on the city wall.

At this time, looking at the capital in the distance, a long dragon of torches was approaching quickly.

The gunshots were getting louder and louder, and it was obvious that sporadic resistance had not stopped.

"Church!!!"

John, the commander of the Royal Guards, who had received the news, looked very ugly.

The dead history was resurrected and was warning him madly.

Thinking of the previous struggles between royal power and divine power, he felt chilled.

The most recent one was the secession war thirty-six years ago, when the three southern countries completely broke up and I don't know how many people died.

The king was finally awakened. In fact, sporadic gunshots could be heard in the palace at this time.

"Is there a riot? Or is the army of the Northern Principality coming?"

King Bruno did not think of the church at the first time.

It was not that he forgot this biggest opponent, but he subconsciously ignored it.

First, the church had not made any major moves for decades, and second, the royal family had been staring at the church to make sure that the army they had formed had been sent to the front line. What's the use of the remaining cats and cats? Now is not the era of knights.

However, the eunuch soon told him the unfortunate news.

"Your Majesty, it's the army of the church. Commander John has confirmed it."

King Bruno was stunned, and then he was extremely angry and afraid.

His hands were shaking, and the eunuch who was dressing him could feel the fear.

"The church!!!" King Bruno's voice broke: "What do they want to do?"

Noble rebellion is actually no big deal, because the size is there.

The Northern Duchy has come, and the front-line army has not had any problems. The small army that has come in at most will cause some panic.

But the church is different. It can really subvert the royal rule.

You know, five hundred years ago, it was not the Bruno family that ruled this land.

The previous royal family was destroyed by the church.

King Bruno trembled and finally restored the surface calm.

He took a few quick steps and suddenly stopped again, glancing at the eunuch who had just dressed him, with a cold light in his eyes.

The king is perfect, how can anyone detect fear?

If there is, then destroy him.

The personal guard came to the eunuch quietly, covered his mouth with one hand, and cut his neck with a dagger in the other hand.

Blood gushed out, the eunuch struggled for a while, and was finally dragged away.

The blood on the ground was wiped clean by his companions who were also eunuchs. No one would inquire why he was killed, as if he had never existed.

The king was still calm and wise, and had left the palace long ago.

On the way, he had thought of many possibilities.

No matter how the church concealed his eyes, the most important thing at the moment was to defend the palace.

The Bruno family still had a large number of soldiers, and the loyal nobles would not want the church to revive.

Just hold on, and there will be a turning point soon.

At this time, the church army also came to the bottom of the palace.

There is really no room for tricks here.

The guards who are ready for battle will never collapse easily.

Time, victory or defeat depends on who can win the favor of time.

The priests of the Inquisition are not qualified officers, but they are qualified executioners.

Whether it is to their own people... or to the enemy.

"Attack for active glory."

"The Kingdom of the Lord will come to earth, and there will be no hunger or disease."

"After death, you will return to the kingdom of the Lord and enjoy eternal happiness."

The priests kept encouraging, and a small number of artillery did not need to aim at all, and directly bombed the kingdom.

What kind of combination of infantry and artillery, no skills at all.

The soldiers each had a rifle, and then charged desperately.

A group of people, walking and shooting.

There is no rules, no organization.

The guards fired a volley, just like cutting leeks, harvesting a crop.

"Haha, these idiots are just farmers with rifles."

Some people laughed, and such opponents made them feel relieved.

Only a few people, like Commander John, can feel the pressure of mountains.

In fact, in the era without rifles, the church army also fought like this.

A mob... can also kill the elite.

Soon, even the church soldiers tied with explosives taught those who despised him a lesson.

Insufficient artillery?

No siege equipment?

These are not problems. Soldiers tied with gunpowder bags directly ignited under the city.

Regardless of whether there were any of their own people around, they blew a hole in the city wall with a loud bang.

Some people were even detonated by the artillery fire on the way, causing casualties.

But no one cared. All the soldiers were fearless and rushed forward one after another to quickly approach the city wall under various bombings.

In just a quarter of an hour, the guards changed their minds.

It was a mob, but it was also a mob that was not afraid of death.

For the church, it didn't matter if the army was finished fighting. The ultimate goal was to kill the royal family.