Chapter 651 The first battle of the three hundred disciples of Pastor Lavia (Part 1)

Three hours after the battle, Brian had people throw the processed beast meat onto the carriage and continue marching forward.

As darkness fell, Weilin looked at the troops catching up. Although his face was a little tired, he was in good spirits.

"Greg."

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

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

"yes."

He stuffed the dried meat in his hand into his mouth, picked up the helmet from the guard, and turned around to give the order.

When Brian approached, Verin stepped forward, looked at the dried blood on his armor, and asked, "How is the situation?"

Brian took off his helmet, with a smile on his face, and replied: "The situation is not bad. Adrian killed a gold professional from the local indigenous church, making me the first one in the Fifteenth Army to receive combat merit. noble."

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

"I see."

Watching Weilin's leaving figure, Brian asked the messenger to deliver the order for the troops to rest where they were.

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

"This group of people is a bit brave and they don't take me seriously."

"Lord, do you think it's possible that their spies were killed by us as thieves on the way?"

"That's right!"

Weilin patted his head and suddenly remembered that this country's army was pitifully weak. It was a bit of a fuss to treat them with the same eyes as the Bahio Kingdom's army.

"Someone's coming."

Hearing this, a silver mid-level warrior took a step forward and said respectfully: "Lord, please give me your instructions."

"Send the order to Dorsius... Well, forget it, go and send the order to Pastor Lavia and ask him to lead the priest group to deal with the troops under the cliff."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

In the middle of the team, after receiving Verin's order, Pastor Lavia touched his bald head with a big smile on his face. He could finally vent his anger.

"Aden, go gather other priests, and I will lead you to vent your anger."

The young man touched his bald head with some excitement, held the staff in his right hand, and suggested: "Teacher, why don't you summon some logistics troops and let them clean the battlefield."

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

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

"Listen to my orders later. Don't act arbitrarily. The most important thing is to leave a few for the teacher."

"I understand, teacher."

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

"Teacher, let's leave quickly. Maybe those indigenous troops will run away later."

Looking at the eager disciple, Lavia touched his bald head and waved his hand.

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

Behind the chaplain group, the two hundred soldiers of the 69th Life Church Prayer Group who were temporarily mobilized have become accustomed to it. After getting along with each other for the past few months, they found that these priests are very easy to get along with, but sometimes they are a little crazy. wild.

Ten minutes later, the officer leading the team came to the cliff and took a look. After seeing that there was no one on the rope, he ordered: "Be careful, don't break your hands and feet."

"Yes, Captain."

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

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On the coast, nearly a thousand people stepped onto the beach.

"General Carlisle, didn't Lady Ella say that she would send someone here to respond?" An officer looked at the dark beach and couldn't help but ask.

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

Seeing the general saying this, the officer no longer asked any more questions, bowed and saluted, and went down to inspect the troops to rally the morale of the troops.

This moment is the moment when people's hearts are at their most volatile.

Two months ago, an expeditionary army 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.

The Grand Duke of Camille in the western part of the kingdom used his iron-blooded tactics to recruit nobles, and assembled more than 300,000 troops and 600,000 strong slaves, a total of one million troops, to prepare for a decisive battle with this mysterious army in the hinterland of the central Mountedon region.

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

Of the millions of troops, half died on the battlefield, half were captured, and very few escaped, and he was one of the lucky ones.

Every time he recalled that natural disaster scene, it kept him awake all night.

Standing on the sea, I feel the sea breeze blowing on my face, which is a cold that penetrates into my bones.

After closing his eyes, the scene on the battlefield appeared in his mind. Hundreds of huge fireballs fell on the army, taking away the lives of more than 100,000 people.

"My lord, my lord." A young soldier came to the officer's side and shouted 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 so confused."

The young soldier did not dare to hesitate at all and said, "Sir, the people who went out have been gone for almost two hours and have not returned yet."

The officer's face turned gloomy when he heard this. He grabbed the young soldier's shoulders tightly and asked sternly, "Why are you reporting now?"

The young soldier was frightened by the officer's sharp eyes and shuddered. He swallowed his saliva involuntarily and stammered, "Sir... 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 angry. He pushed the young soldier back and roared angrily, "Damn bastard, go call 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 white-haired young man ran over in disheveled clothes. His face was pale, with a few drops of sweat on his forehead, and a trace of fear and uneasiness in his eyes.

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

The officer's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and the sharp sword in his hand flashed with cold light.

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 say a word.

Finally, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a "thump".

"Get out, send someone to look for you, and don't come back if you can't find you." The officer's eyes were full of disappointment and anger. His cousin was really hopeless. He would have let him die on the battlefield if he had known earlier.

"Yes... yes, Lord Dylan."

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