Chapter 252 Decisive Battle
For three days, the Catholic rebels used various methods to rescue two of the ten food transport teams. The food can only make the rebels survive for one more day, which is better than nothing!
In this regard, the rebel leader Virio and Priest Tony expressed helplessness, feeling more and more aggrieved.
Government forces took advantage of their strong combat power to entangle the rebels in the barracks, forcing them to maintain a defensive posture, and their morale became increasingly low.
In this regard, the two of them decided to make a desperate effort to defeat the government army in one go, so that the people of England could once again bathe in the glory of the Lord.
All the soldiers gathered together, stood quietly on the school grounds, raised their heads, and looked at Priest Tony on the high platform with a fanatical expression and eyes full of worship and admiration.
Although Tony's face was a little immature, his steps were firm. He stepped up to the high platform step by step, his eyes were dignified, and his whole person seemed to be covered with a kind of sacred radiance, which made everyone in the audience even more excited and fiery.
Even, there are still people below shouting the word "Santonia" loudly to express their admiration for the priest Tony.
Seemingly influenced by other people, the shouts of "Santoni" became louder and louder, and finally everyone shouted in unison, hysterical.
On the other hand, Virio did not choose to stop it. He understood that the more fanatical the soldiers, the greater the possibility of victory in this war.
Adding a holy word to a person's name is the exclusive vocabulary of Catholic saints, and it is difficult even for the Pope to obtain it, let alone Priest Tony.
"Canonization" is a technical term in Catholicism. This is an extremely glorious and solemn thing. The status of a saint is even higher than that of the Pope.
"Canonization" is also called "canonization", that is, after certain investigation and verification procedures, the Pope of Rome issued a decree announcing that the names of one or some deceased Catholics be "included in the roster of saints". That is, canonize them as saints, and require Catholics to regard them as models, to worship and follow.
Just like our model workers, the saint is a model Catholic, and the Pope asks Catholics to emulate him.
And every believer who is included in the roster, not only must his portrait be enshrined in the church, the believer must also kneel in front of his portrait and chant prayers, begging him to pass on his request to God.
Moreover, each Protestant can also take his name as his "baptism (holy name when he receives baptism.
Of course, the most glorious thing is that their names will have a prefix with the word "Holy" to show their difference from ordinary people.
"Saint" is divided into two forms: "sage of refinement" and "sage of martyrdom", but priest Tony is currently not one of them, and it is illegal to call him a saint.
At this time, no brainless person dared to say that, and instead joined the cheering team.
He pressed his hands, his voice gradually subsided, he cleared his throat, looked at the densely packed heads, and said without hesitation.
"Gentlemen, this time we are gathered here, not for ourselves, but for England, so that the omnipotent and omniscient God may let the glory of the Lord shine again to England, so that we, the lambs of the Lord, may bathe in the In the grace of the Lord!"
“Let us unite together to eradicate those heretics who defile the glory of the Lord, lambs of the Lord, let us act!
Our Lord will bless us, long live! Long live! "
Priest Tony blushed, raised his right hand, and shouted loudly.
At this time, the people nearby also shouted loudly, and the people behind who heard nothing also followed without hesitation.
Soon, 30,000 people shouted in unison, and the voice pierced into the sky, and the birds flying in the sky hurriedly flapped their wings to support the sound waves.
What is more shocking to these is the confronting government army. The government army of 15,000 people was shocked by the unison shouting and palpitations.
In response, Knight Alexander's handsome face froze for a moment. He knew that the time for the decisive battle had arrived.
"Order to go down, let the kitchen prepare enough bread and meat for all the soldiers, and wait for the guys to return in victory!"
A servant didn't dare to neglect the knight Alexander's order, so he responded and rushed to convey it.
On the side, militia captains from other counties stood respectfully aside, their eyebrows lowered, not daring to have any meaning to his order.
Some elderly people present can still recall in their minds the heroic achievements of this handsome knight on the French battlefield.
But this time, the Alexander knights gathered all the armored militiamen together, and if the guards were added, the total number reached 5,000, and they also placed the tall ones at the front as shields.
The cavalry were required to wander around, find the shortcomings of the rebels, and launch a fatal blow.
The two armies slowly walked out of their respective camps and came to the battlefield of the decisive battle.
Virio, as the coach, stayed at the forefront of the army according to the usual practice at this time, riding a horse with a calm expression, and commanding the fight under the protection of a kind of attendant.
But the Alexander knight was not like this. Instead, he was wearing heavy armor and staying in the army, looking at the gushing rebels with a calm expression.
The distance between Virio, who was rushing forward, and the government army was getting closer and closer, and the curiosity in his heart became more and more intense, but how could the horse that rushed out easily return?
Just when the rebels were 300 feet (about 100 meters) close to the government army, a burst of gunpowder smoke suddenly appeared in the government army, and the air was full of sulfur smell.
When Virio was surprised, he rushed to the front row and fell down a dozen at once. With the help of the offensive, the rebels continued to charge forward, and after two rounds of shooting, there were only more than two hundred cavalry. But this time more than 80 people fell.
That is to say, in front of the government army, half of the cavalry team was dead.
The rebels were stunned by the sudden casualties and noise, and stopped. Seeing this, Virio could only shout loudly, which made the rebels move on.
The musketeers quickly retreated to the rear, and the infantry in armor came to the forefront.
The swarming rebels rushed forward, like two stones colliding with each other, sparking violent sparks. Blood and corpses became the main theme at once.
The armored infantry struggled to stop the rebels who wanted to collide with the rear, and the longbowmen in the rear and the longbowmen of the rebels on the opposite side fired at each other, canceling each other out.
Pikemen stick out their gun heads from the gaps from time to time, giving the shocking rebels a chill.
The impact of the rebels is getting bigger and bigger, and the armored infantry in the front row is gradually unable to hold on, and the entire army has a possibility of being washed away.
(end of this chapter)
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