novelaction Chapter 441 Crime and Punishment
Chapter 441 Crime and Punishment
The night was like a huge piece of black silk, weighing heavily on the small town where Pros lived a few miles south of the Earl's Castle. Outside the small town, a large number of tents of the Yoda army were densely stationed, like a dormant dark forest in the night, exuding a murderous atmosphere.
On the city wall, soldiers patrolled non-stop as usual, their postures erect, their eyes determined, the torches in their hands swaying in the darkness, casting a ray of light on the city wall.
On the tower in the distance, the flag of the French King's Hall was hoisted high, fluttering in the night wind. The emblem on the flag was particularly eye-catching under the light of the fire.
As some refugees were unable to retreat into the Forest Territory, Pros had no choice but to order the refugees to enter the city and raise the flag of the Hall of Fame to protect the people in the city in his capacity as the Bishop of the Hall of Fame. At the same time, he could not take the initiative to attack Yoda's army outside the city.
Adam in Yoda's army was quite dissatisfied with this and planned to lead his troops to attack in revenge for the previous artillery attack on his knights.
However, he was immediately stopped by Dougal, because he had failed several times in attacking the Earl's Castle. To attack a small town again would be a waste of manpower. Secondly, if the French King's Hall launched an attack from the south, the emperor would blame him.
Pros sat in his official residence in the city, his face full of fatigue and helplessness. He sighed deeply and said to himself:
"What a big deal! I just wanted to live a peaceful life here. I didn't expect my cousin to devote himself to the war, and I somehow followed him to be promoted and became a bishop. But now, I am inexplicably involved in this large-scale war."
On the side, Payne was concentrating on reading a book by candlelight. The candlelight flickered on his face, reflecting his calm and resolute features. Hearing Pros's sigh, he raised his head, smiled and said to Pros:
"Your Excellency, do not worry too much. Recently, a carrier pigeon sent a letter saying that the reinforcements from the other three countries of the Northern Alliance have arrived at Beigang. Now that they have been assembled, we can launch a general offensive as early as next spring. By then, the situation will definitely turn in our favor."
Pros raised his head slightly and looked out the window at the hazy night. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by a worried mood. He shook his head slightly and said:
"I'm afraid this war won't end so easily. Given the current situation, no one knows what the future will be like."
While they were talking, there was a loud noise outside the window. The sound was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, which was particularly shocking in the quiet night.
Pros' body shook violently, and he stood up from his chair in an instant, rushing to the window sill and looking out. He saw burning spherical objects being thrown into the city from outside, and then the fire spread in the city at an alarming speed.
"How dare they attack a neutral city of the same faith!"
Pa Ying exclaimed when he saw this scene. His eyes were full of shock and anger, and his originally calm face twitched slightly at this moment.
"I thought they would at most resort to some minor tricks, but I didn't expect them to have no bottom line and not even spare neutral cities."
"not good."
Pros's expression became more solemn, and he suddenly realized that the fire was spreading towards the place where the refugees had been accommodated before.
Pa Ying, who was standing by, also reacted very quickly. He jumped down from the second-floor window, as agile as a cheetah. He ran towards the stable, shouting:
"Come here! Prepare the horses immediately and follow me to the military camp to prepare for battle!"
Pross rode a horse-drawn carriage to a place across the street from the fire. The scene before him filled him with shock and grief. The houses where the refugees lived were smashed with big holes, and the buildings on the whole street were on fire. The fire was fierce, and the smoke was billowing, covering the sky and the sun.
Soldiers rushed into the sea of fire with buckets of water in their hands. Their faces and bodies were blackened by smoke, but they still ran towards the most fierce fire. While they were struggling to put out the fire, they shouted loudly and evacuated the people.
In the chaotic crowd, paramedics were busy shuttling back and forth, carrying stretchers and hurriedly transporting the wounded and charred bodies. Pross looked at their injured limbs and the hideous wounds, and the pain in his heart came like waves. The more he looked, the more frightened he became, as if he was in a nightmare from which he could not wake up.
Suddenly, in the corner of the alley that was dimly lit by the raging fire, Pros saw a familiar figure - the doctor from the French King's Hall who had visited him before. The doctor was now charred all over, with half of his face burned beyond recognition, and he looked like a human being. His clothes were tattered, with only a few pieces left, and his exposed skin was covered with burn marks.
As if sensing Pros's arrival, the doctor miraculously opened his only remaining eye. Those eyes were filled with pain and hope, and he spoke weakly to Pros with tears of blood:
“Save…them…”
"I will, I will try my best." Pross stared into the doctor's eyes and responded firmly. His voice was full of strength, as if at this moment, he had found his mission in this disaster.
Outside the city, watching the fire rising to the sky, the flames lit up the night sky like day. Adam, however, seemed to have won a victory, and happily boasted to his subordinates around him:
"See? This is my family's ancestral method of attacking cities with fireballs at night! Look at this small city, it has fallen into chaos in an instant. They dared to attack my knights, they are simply courting death!"
However, before he could finish his next sentence, he was suddenly hit hard on the face with a slap so powerful that he fell to the ground.
Adam turned over in embarrassment, rubbed his aching cheek, turned his head and saw Dougal standing in front of him with bloodshot eyes, angrily, his eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at him.
"What's wrong with you again? What did I tell you?"
Dougal's voice was low and hoarse, but full of anger.
"Humph!"
Adam was not as timid as before, but looked at Dougal with disdain. He straightened his body, as if he wanted to show his dignity in front of the many soldiers outside the city.
At this stalemate, footsteps suddenly sounded behind Adam. A man dressed in Yoda's envoy uniform slowly walked to Adam's side. He stopped, took out a document from his arms, held it high, and read it out loudly: "Because Dougal is indecisive and has delayed the opportunity to fight, His Majesty has decided to deprive Dougal of his position as Marshal and hand it over to Adam."
"This... this is impossible!"
Dougal felt incredible at first, but when he saw the national emblem of the Yoda Empire printed on the document, even though he was shocked, he could only accept this fact helplessly.
Adam raised his chin proudly, as if the scene of hundreds of thousands of Yoda soldiers leading them to victory had already appeared before his eyes.