At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, amidst the howling wind, a four-wheeled carriage drove out of New Ross City, heading east along the path outside the city.
Horse hoof prints are all over the path, densely packed and straight forward, as if a large number of horse teams passed here not long ago.
"Bishop Fowler and the others have been setting out for a while, we must speed up."
In the car, Mavey held a map of Wexford County. After confirming that they were heading in the right direction, he knocked on the car window.
Sitting in front of the car, completely exposed to the cold wind, Lai Wen was wrapped in a thick velvet coat, a scarf around his neck, and a cotton hat on his head. Even so, he was still shivering from the cold.
Dongdong!
"Damn it, why am I always the one driving the car?"
When they heard the knocking on the window, they all grumbled, took a sip of low-quality brandy, and shook the reins vigorously.
"drive!"
Because the situation this time was different from the past, not only did Bishop Fowler bring all his family members with him, but the Truth Church also dispatched its entire army. It's said that it's the entire army, but actually it's only three people and two cats. This is already the strongest lineup they can come up with.
Whenever he sees the two familiar faces, Fat Orange and Xiao Hei, Ma Wei always laments that the Church of Truth is weak and its combat power can be counted on one hand. How can it compete with the big churches?
Even with the blessing of the Cat Legion, the depth of the members of the Church of Truth is still a little pale.
Expanding manpower is urgent.
More than 20 kilometers ahead of the speeding path of the four-wheeled carriage, dust was flying, and a cavalry team carrying the flag of the Church of the Three Goddess of Destiny was also riding fast, not slowing down at all.
In the four-wheeled carriage in the middle of the team, Bishop Fowler, Yin Fulin in a hooded robe, and Baron Bill sat facing each other with different expressions.
"Bishop Fowler, why don't we take the train?"
Baron Bill, who already understood the situation, asked curiously: "Wouldn't it be faster to use the railway to rush to Rosslare?"
"In terms of the speed to Rosslare alone, it is true that the train is faster, but we have to consider other details."
Bishop Fowler, who had his hands in his white robe, shook his head and said with a straight face: "The horses of the Knights are all carefully selected purebred horses. These horses are the fastest within 5 kilometers. It is extremely explosive, quick to react and not crazy. It is currently the best escape... Well, in short, we not only have to consider the time to arrive at Rosslare, but also the terrain that we may pass through later. If it is a place that cannot be passed by the railway, It goes without saying how important horses are.”
"oh..."
Baron Bill nodded and changed the subject: "Bishop Fowler, there is something that I am very confused about."
"Speaking."
"According to the guard report, there have been some suspicious people near our house in the past few days. Do you know anything about this?"
"Someone acting suspiciously?" Bishop Fowler showed a surprised expression: "Is there such a thing?"
Baron Bill took a deep look at him, smiled and said, "If you don't know, forget it, it's not a big deal."
"You still have to be vigilant." Bishop Fowler said: "After all, no one knows what the other party's intentions are... If you don't mind, Baron Bill, when this matter is over, the Church of the Three Goddess of Destiny is willing to send 50 knights , to protect the safety of your residence day and night."
"Yeah, no one knows what the other person's purpose is..."
Flicking the gold ring on his finger, Baron Bill said meaningfully: "Let's talk about it after we go back. It's not yet sure what the situation will be in Rosslare."
During their conversation, Saint Yin Fulin, who was completely hidden in a hooded robe, had her hands folded in front of her, elegant and dignified, and said nothing, as if she was not interested in the confrontation between Bishop Fowler and Baron Bill.
Rosslare City is located southeast of Wexford City, only 40 kilometers away from New Ross City. At normal speed, it can be reached in two hours on horseback. However, due to the strong explosive power and lack of endurance of purebred horses, Fu It took Bishop Le and others two and a half hours to arrive at the army camp outside Rosslare.
The sky was dark, the wind was strong, and the visibility was extremely poor. It was not until the knights approached a distance of 500 meters that the camp sentry discovered their traces. Seeing this team of more than 300 people, the sentry was shocked and immediately sounded the alert. bell.
Ding ding ding!
Ding ding ding!
The sound of the bell was covered up by the howling wind before it spread very far, but even so, many patrol soldiers who heard the bell rushed over. The leader was riding a tall horse, wearing a red shirt military uniform, with a long sword on his waist and a sword on his shoulder. Carrying a Delisse bolt-action rifle on his back, he rushed to the camp gate with a few soldiers. Looking at the hundreds of shadows standing in the dust, he pulled out a revolver and motioned for a soldier to come forward and ask questions.
Both sides were very vigilant and did not take rash actions. After all, no one wanted to be shot suddenly or accidentally injured by one of their own... It was definitely not an honor.
"Sir! The other party claims to be Bishop Fowler of the Church of the Three Destinies, and Bill David!" The soldier who went to ask questions ran back and said.
"Bill David?"
The officer frowned, raised his arms to signal the soldiers not to shoot, and rode out of the camp gate alone, arriving in front of the knights. After getting closer, he finally saw the figures of Bishop Fowler and the others clearly.
"Baron Bill, it's really you!" The officer said with a surprised look on his face: "Why did you come here suddenly? What do these people do?"
"Lieutenant Steele, long time no see."
Baron Bill greeted him and briefly told the whole story: "This is almost the situation. We need the help of the Rosslare Army to investigate some things."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Lieutenant Steeld Ritter, the knight loyal to Cassim Cecil, just about to speak, took a mouthful of sand, spit it out in a few mouthfuls, put away his revolver, and waved it. He started and said: "This damn weather! Baron Bill, Bishop Fowler, please come in first."
Entering the warm wooden barracks, Steele took off his hat and put it on the table, shook off the dust on his body, personally took a bottle of old whiskey and poured it for Bishop Fowler, Baron Bill and Yin Fulin. Had a glass.
Generally speaking, it is impossible for the West Island, which has a large area of vegetation, to produce such a large amount of wind and sand. However, the scope of this storm was so large that it seemed to blow the ground three feet away. This also led to the eradication of the vegetation in the campsite. The surrounding area has become an area hit hard by wind and sand.
Sitting in front of the stove, Steele picked up a plucked woodcock on the plate, put it on an iron skewer, and put it on the stove to roast. While roasting, he glanced at Bishop Fowler and Yin Fulin. , asked: "Have you brought the troop deployment documents signed by the king and parliament?"
"No." Baron Bill replied truthfully: "The matter is urgent and the documents are being signed."
Steele nodded slightly and did not directly respond to the request to mobilize troops. Instead, he asked: "What happened? We need to urgently mobilize troops? Is there a rebellion somewhere?"
"That's understandable," Bishop Fowler said.
"Where is the location of the rebellion?"
"We don't know yet. I have sent people to investigate."
"..."
The woodcocks were sizzling under the heat of the fire, and Steele looked at Bishop Fowler strangely.
Not knowing the location of the rebellion but knowing it happened?
This is completely inconsistent!
Treating people like fools?
Due to Baron Bill's dignity, he did not curse on the spot, but he had already sent greetings to the three generations of Bishop Fowler's ancestors in his heart.
Finally, Steele turned his eyes to Baron Bill, who was taking a sip of wine, and seemed to ask what he meant.
"I think Bishop Fowler's concerns are justified." Baron Bill reminded vaguely: "No one can predict a rebellion. Acting in advance can ultimately take the initiative, right?"
"....All right."
Steele heard the implication of Baron Bill's words, nodded heavily, handed the half-roasted woodcock to the attendant on the side, stood up and said, "I'll go find Commander Wellesley right now."
On a hillside outside the Rosslare Army Camp, Mawei put down his binoculars and said to the messenger who was leaning on a tree trunk drinking: "They have entered the camp. If nothing else, they should be able to get help from the army."
"Which legion is stationed here?"
"The Rosslare Front, headed by Earl of Border Wellesley as its commander and commander, consists of six Redwood Infantry regiments: the 109th, 122nd, 137th, 158th, 172nd, and 181st. As well as two artillery regiments, a grenadier regiment and a Guards Dragoon regiment, each regiment is divided into battalions, companies, and platoons, with 4,000-5,000 soldiers, with a total number of soldiers of about 50,000, and is nicknamed the "Country Old Farmer." Ma Wei spoke in detail about the formation of the legion below.
"Old farmer from the country?" The reporter was stunned for a moment: "Why do you have such a nickname?"
"Because the Rosslare Front has been stationed in the West Island for decades. It does not participate in any battles. It is a reserve army within the reserve army. It is no different from a pension."
Ma Wei said with a dark face: "It is a custom in the army to give nicknames. In addition to the old farmers in the countryside, there are also fruit farmers who went to pick cherries because they were hungry and the enemy came. In the Battle of Victoria, they captured Joseph Bonaparte. The Emperor's Maid Corps, named after their horse chamber pots, and the Philosophy Corps, which has a different sexual orientation... These armies are not good at fighting, and they scold each other more harshly than the other."
"...."
Just as he was about to laugh, he suddenly noticed that Ma Wei's expression was not right. He rolled his eyes and asked tentatively: "Boss, when you were serving in the army, were you given any nicknames before?"
"No."
"Really not?"
"If I say no, I won't."
After spitting, Ma Wei turned back to the carriage, took out the ingredients shrunk by the disguise magic and a large pot. After picking up some firewood nearby, he skillfully lit a fire and prepared to make dinner.
He asked Mrs. Cecil to prepare some chopped beef, potatoes, onions, carrots and a full bottle of curry sauce to cook a pot of curry to fulfill the promise made to Yunia.
He has always been a man of his word. The first page of the Book of Truth clearly stipulates that believers must abide by their word. In his view, this is the principle and bottom line.
"Would you like to eat now?" Laiwen looked at the time and found that it was not yet 6 p.m.: "Isn't it too early?"
"The mobilization of the army will take some time. We can't leave just by walking. If we don't take advantage of this time to eat, when they set off, why don't we follow them hungry?" Ma Wei glared at him: "Don't just stand there. , go pick up some more firewood and come back."
"oh...."
Just when Laiwen turned around to collect firewood...
A fast horse sprang out from the path in the distance and headed straight for the camp below.
