Chapter 651: The First Battle of the Three Disciples of Pastor Lavia (Part 3)

Three hours after the battle, Brian had the processed beast meat thrown onto the carriage and continued to march forward.

As night fell, Weilin looked at the troops that had caught up with him. Although he looked a little tired, he was in good spirits.

“Greg.”

Greg, who was taking a break from his work, immediately stood up when he heard his name, came to Weilin, beat his chest and saluted, saying, "My lord, please give me your orders."

"We'll set off tomorrow. Let the soldiers have a good night's rest."

"Yes."

He stuffed the jerky in his mouth, took the helmet from the guard, and turned around to give orders.

When Brian approached, Weilin walked up to him, looked at the dried blood on his armor, and asked, "What's the situation?"

Brian took off his helmet, a smile appeared on his face, and he answered: "The situation is not bad. Adrian killed a golden professional from the local indigenous church, making me the first noble in the fifteenth army to gain military merit."

"Hahaha, good job, take some time to rest."

"I understand."

Looking at Weilin's departing back, Brian asked the messenger to pass on the order, asking the troops to rest in place.

In the dark night, Weilin stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the ships approaching the coast under the cover of darkness. The flags flying on them were the military flags of the Ansa Kingdom.

"This group of people is quite bold and they don't take me seriously."

"My Lord, is it possible that their spies were strangled by us on the road as thieves?"

"That's right!"

Weilin patted his head and suddenly remembered that the army of this country was pitifully weak. It would be a bit of an exaggeration to look at them with the eyes of the Basio Kingdom's army.

"Someone is coming."

Upon hearing this, a silver-level mid-level warrior stepped forward and said respectfully, "Lord, please give me your orders."

"Send a message to Dosius... Well, forget it. Go send a message to Pastor Lavia and ask him to lead the priests to deal with the troops under the cliff."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

In the middle of the team, after receiving Weilin's order, Pastor Lavia touched his big bald head and smiled widely on his face. He could finally vent his anger.

"Yarden, go gather the other priests and I will take you there to vent your anger."

The young man touched his bald head excitedly, holding the staff in his right hand, and suggested: "Teacher, should we gather some logistics troops and let them clean up the battlefield?"

"It's up to you." Lavia waved his hand and said to his eldest disciple.

After a while, three hundred priests, wearing priest robes, holding staffs in their left hands and hammers in their right hands, looked at their teacher with shining eyes.

"Listen to my orders later and don't act recklessly. The most important thing is to leave a few for the master."

"I understand, teacher."

"Teacher, don't worry, I promise to leave a few girls for you."

"Teacher, let's go quickly. Maybe those native troops will run away soon."

Looking at the anxious disciples, Lavia touched his bald head and waved his hand.

Seeing this, many priests added several layers of protection to themselves, tied hammers around their waists, grabbed the ropes with their hands, and headed towards the sea cliff a hundred meters below.

Behind the priests, the two hundred warriors of the 69th Life Church Prayer Group of the Crusaders who were temporarily mobilized were no longer surprised. After getting along with them for a few months, they found that these priests were very easy to get along with, but they were a little wild sometimes.

Ten minutes later, the officer in charge came to the cliff and took a look. Seeing that there was no one on the rope, he ordered, "Be careful not to break your hands or feet."

"Yes, Captain."

With a wave of the officer's hand, everyone climbed down the rock in an orderly manner along the rope.

……

On the coast, nearly a thousand people boarded the beach.

"General Carlisle, didn't Lord Ella say to send someone to meet us here?" An officer couldn't help but ask as he looked at the dark beach.

"Wait a little longer. Lady Ella might be busy with something. Anyway, it's still some time before dawn."

After hearing what the general said, the officers stopped asking questions, bowed and saluted, then went down to inspect the troops and rally their morale.

Right now is the moment when people's hearts are most unstable.

Two months ago, an expeditionary force claiming to be the Goddess of Life appeared on Nank, the western beach of the kingdom, and captured the entire Nax region in less than half a month.

In the west of the kingdom, Grand Duke Camille, with his iron fist, recruited nobles, assembled more than 300,000 troops and 600,000 strong slaves, a total of one million troops, preparing for a decisive battle with this mysterious army in the central hinterland of the Mountden region.

In less than three days, Grand Duke Camille was defeated and killed, countless nobles and missionaries died, and even the three bishops of the God of Beasts fell on the battlefield.

Among the millions of soldiers, half died on the battlefield, half were captured, and only a few escaped. He was one of the lucky ones.

Every time he recalled that natural disaster-like scene, he couldn't sleep all night.

Standing on the sea, feeling the sea breeze blowing in your face, it is a chill that penetrates deep into your bones.

When he closed his eyes, the scene on the battlefield emerged in his mind. Hundreds of huge fireballs fell on the army, taking the lives of more than 100,000 people.

"Sir, sir." A young soldier came to the officer and called out cautiously.

Hearing the sound, the officer opened his eyes and looked at the calm sea. Sweat had already wet his back.

"What's going on? You're in such a hurry."

The young soldier did not dare to hesitate for a moment and said, "Sir, the person who went out has been gone for almost two hours and has not returned yet."

Upon hearing this, the officer's face instantly turned gloomy. He grabbed the young soldier's shoulders tightly and asked sternly, "Why are you reporting now?"

The young soldier shuddered at the officer's sharp eyes, swallowed his saliva involuntarily, and stammered, "Sir, I will report to Captain Bowen in an hour, but...but I came to you without any orders."

After hearing this, the officer became even more furious. He pushed the young soldier back and shouted angrily, "Damn bastard, go get Bowen for me."

The young soldier got up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his body, and ran towards the ship in two steps.

A moment later, a disheveled young man with white hair ran over. His face was pale, with a few beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes revealed a hint of fear and uneasiness.

"Bowen, let me ask you, where are the scouts we sent out?"

There was suppressed anger in the officer's voice, and the sword in his hand flashed coldly.

Looking at this scene, Bowen's body trembled involuntarily. He opened his mouth, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't utter a word.

Finally, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees with a plop.

"Get out and send someone to look for you. Don't come back if we can't find you." The officer's eyes were filled with disappointment and anger. He knew his cousin was really hopeless. He would have let him die on the battlefield.

"Yes... yes, Master Dylan."

Bowen hurriedly got up from the ground, turned around and walked away quickly. His back looked a little embarrassed and flustered.