Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

This is a real fight between noobs. The soldiers outside have run out of bullets, and the number of dead is less than one hand.

Seeing that he only has four or five bullets in his hand, the captain is really a fool.

He hid behind his donkey and cursed: "Where did these peasants get rifles? They have more bullets than me."

Bang!

Another shot hit the poor donkey, which had at least seven or eight bullet holes.

"Ban guns, you must ban guns, otherwise these peasants will rebel."

The captain cursed and fired a shot at random.

At this time, the soldier next to him suddenly shouted: "Captain, I have no bullets."

"I don't have much either, and you keep your voice down."

The captain was very angry. Isn't this a tip-off to the other party?

Just saw a loser hiding behind him with his head in his hands and his butt sticking out, and he kicked him in anger.

"Don't pretend to be dead. Go and tell them who we are."

Poor soldier was just conscripted. He thought he could follow the others and enjoy the good life, but he saw his companions being shot first.

"Captain... Captain, they have guns!!!"

"I have a gun too, and there are still a few bullets left. Do you want to try it?"

The captain directly stabbed him twice in the butt with the gun, and the latter was so scared that he wet his pants.

But if he couldn't get up, he would die, so he stood up tremblingly.

"What's there to be afraid of? These mud-legged people are not good at shooting." The captain said in a daze. Anyway, he hadn't killed two people in such a long time.

The soldier was so scared that he wet his pants. He probably cursed the captain's ancestors in his heart. If he can't do it, you can do it.

"Brother... Brothers, we are good people... Ah ah ah!!"

Pah! ! !

Just halfway through the words, the gun hit again

This time, the captain was close, and blood sprayed on his face.

Seeing the soldier fall in front of him, blood gushed out like a fountain.

The key point is that the other party tilted his head, blood flowed from his mouth, and his hands were still grasping the sky.

"A group of rioters."

He finally couldn't help but collapse and led the escape.

After a while, a group of people ran away.

When the militiamen slowly walked out of the village, only four bodies were left on the ground.

Two of them had guns in their hands, obviously because they were concentrated in the gunfight.

On the contrary, those who didn't have guns were taken care of less, and most of them escaped.

Some people were retching at the scene. The priest patted the dirt on his body and his face turned slightly pale when he saw the corpse.

"Drag this donkey back and give everyone a snack in the evening. Put away the rifle, it can still be used."

It's not a loss to take care of it simply.

As for what the other party's intention was, it didn't matter anymore.

The team leader ran all the way and found all the team members halfway.

When he couldn't run anymore and saw that no one was chasing him, he collapsed on the ground to rest.

As for his useless subordinates, he didn't even have the energy to curse.

On the way back, he even met colleagues who were as embarrassed as himself, and everyone understood everything at a glance.

For local officials, it seemed that they were caught in a sea of ​​peasant wars in an instant.

There were mobs everywhere holding guns and resisting, and some large-scale ones had even begun to attack towns.

In order to prevent retaliation, some villages also began to form alliances, and the remaining troops were useless.

Killing, conflict, and violence occurred repeatedly.

During this period, a large number of church personnel and believers were captured and killed by the army.

Officials and troops who were also loyal to the royal family were also hunted in turn.

Duke Fernandez didn't know all this for the time being.

Long before the riot began, he had already attacked the vicinity of the capital.

In fact, there was no need to frame him, he had already taken the initiative to raise the butcher knife and started killing in batches.

It's funny to say that near the capital of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, believers are more pious.

The essence of the church in the entire southern continent is concentrated nearby, so the brainwashing is the deepest.

As Duke Fernandez arrived with his troops, all kinds of resistance were very fierce.

After several attempts to appease failed, he directly raised the butcher knife.

If you want to say what he learned from the failure six years ago, it is obviously one of them that he is not a man without ruthlessness.

Derek was so cruel that he dug the river channel, and the entire Augusta suffered heavy losses, and directly killed 100,000 troops.

Fernandez was the most direct victim and had the deepest feelings.

Now, who would mention this black history?

So, Fernandez felt that he did nothing wrong.

Kill, kill until no one resists, and kill until no one mentions it again, then naturally win.

When an army raises the butcher knife, the lethality is simply full.

The church army retreated step by step, and every defeat was accompanied by the killing of thousands of believers.

When the royal army of Hansen County joined Duke Fernandez, the killing became even more brutal.

Even the king couldn't stand it and wrote several letters to dissuade him.

But Fernandez was determined and decided to learn from his old rival and fight his way out.

But he may not have learned enough, forgetting that Derek had found someone to take the blame.

At least in the official records of the Northern Principality, it was Duke Fernandez who dug the river bank.

This is also universally recognized.

When the news came from the rear, it was inconspicuous in the massacre.

The church army finally couldn't hold on and retreated to the capital.

The Pope appeared on the top of the city, his face was obviously haggard.

After risking everything, they lost in the end.

However, the church will not disappear. There is no church organization that believes in God in the Northern Principality.

The priests around the Pope looked at the army outside the city with hatred in their eyes: "Pope, we can still fight. Fernandez, the executioner, will go to hell sooner or later."

"Yes, six years ago, he broke the dam and drowned himself. This is retribution."

"The believers are willing to fight him to the death."

The Pope believes what these priests say.

So many people were massacred, and many soldiers and relatives of the church army died in the massacre. This is a blood feud.

But they can't win. Now is not the era where faith can determine victory or defeat.

The Pope was silent, and his back became more and more desolate.

After a long time, he spoke with a hoarse voice: "Fernandez is the reincarnation of the devil. I will not leave the capital to him, and I want the world to know his true face."

The capital, if you want it, you can pile up 100,000 lives first.

Even in the end, nothing will be left for him.

He had even decided to give the last influence of the church to the Duke of the North. At least someone would avenge him and even continue the existence of the church.

They were all believers of God. He was now willing to believe in the saints. At least it was better than a devil.