Chapter 475： Clouds over Luan City

The light and heat brought by the giant day are fading day by day. The time for direct sunlight to the earth is shortening every day, and the night is quietly extended. When the harvest festival ends, a sudden rain has ended the heat of the past few days, and it is cool. On the night, the white-horned star that is gradually moving westward reminds scholars and farmers who are concerned about the sky: the summer is coming to an end.

The frosty month is approaching, although the fall has not yet arrived, but as a northern kingdom, most parts of Ansu will be cool in the week before the frosty month, even in the south.

In the past, this will be the food harvested in the last “golden time” harvest of the residents of various towns. In the cellars and granaries of households, there is no need to worry about food issues. The various epidemics that will prevail in summer will turn with the weather. Cool and reduced, the annoying mosquitoes are beginning to disappear, and it takes a while for the weather to turn cold completely. Before the winter foggy month, people don’t have to worry about the survival threat brought by the cold winter, they can take advantage of this last suitable activity. Continue to hoard food for a period of time, or repair houses, reserve firewood...

In theory, this short “Autumn Autumn” is the last bustling and busy day of the towns throughout the year.

However, in Lu'an City, the bustling end of the harvest month begins.

Today is the 54th day of the blockade, and the atmosphere in the city is still deteriorating.

There are almost no pedestrians on the street, every household has closed doors and windows, and occasionally there are rushing figures passing by from the corner. In addition to the patrolling saints, there are only priests or babies who come out to inquire about the news, even It is now noon, and the whole city is as dead and dead as it is at night.

Almost no one has connected such a city filled with repressed tensions and dying everywhere with the Holy Land of the Holy Light Church in the South.

However, such an atmosphere is justified. The news of the revival of the Southland and the republic of Cecil has spread throughout the region. Everyone knows that a new ruler has already landed on this land, but what is worse is the new ruler. The relationship with the Church of the Light does not seem to be harmonious: in the amazing war more than a month ago, the Church of the Light did not make a good choice, an elite holy army marched under the leadership of the Southern Bishop The battlefield, and the opposite of Cecil...

The beginning of the war was so loud that it ended up being unbelievable. In that short battle, the bishop was defeated, and the most powerful Holy See knight in the southern region was completely annihilated.

Even the high-ranking knights from the plains of the Holy Spirit.

Then Luan City was blocked.

Blockade, not offense, puts more pressure on Lu’an City.

If the Duke of the Southland directly asks for sin after the war, or simply sends a military soldier to the city, the priests of Lu'an City will be at ease. At least that proves a clear attitude, and as long as the attitude is clear, it is much simpler to deal with.

Lu Ancheng can sincerely apologize, can promise a series of compensation conditions, can give up some church land and even part of the religious immunity, in exchange for the anger of the new lord to calm down, in exchange for the opportunity to continue to live and preach in this land, even if the situation It’s really out of control. The Duke of the South is determined to solve the problem by force. The guards of Lu’an City will not be afraid: the fanatic Knights of the Holy See have already prepared for the martyrdom, and the priests are not afraid of swords and magic fires. The priests who taught in this barren land in the Southland have always been the most stubborn and least fearful of the Church of the Light.

However, the new ruler of the Principality chose the most difficult and most difficult action to speculate: a silent blockade.

He did not send a **** to Lu’an City, but only blocked the cards connected to the entire city. The fully armed Cecil soldiers and their fortifications were blocked like plugs on the barrels outside Lu’an City. On every road, whether it is the flow of people or the spread of news, the reason for the strict prohibition of the Duke is to maintain post-war order and investigative intelligence, but the discerning person can see that he is under house arrest of the entire Southern Church.

All the sacred priests who preached in the southern region were driven to the city, and the channels of communication with the Holy Spirit Plain were completely sealed. Whether it was a caravan or a scattered adventurer or mercenary, they were prohibited from approaching the area. At the beginning, because the Cecil's blockade line had not been closed, there were still sporadic exiled knights running through the path into the city. The cathedral's principals could also learn about the latest changes from the mouth of the exiled knight. But very quickly, all the loopholes were filled, and all the channels of the outside world were cut off. The city was completely blindfolded, and the ears were blocked and the mouth was blocked.

The residents of the city soon became uneasy, and the nominal city managers sent by the Ansu royal family ran clean when the blockade line was not closed. It is said that half of them have already Trusted the Cecil.

In this atmosphere, this year's harvest festival is spent in silence without anyone organizing a celebration, and no one dares to waste food. The priests command the farmer to harvest the last crop in the farmland next to the city wall, and then Put these may be the last foods into the granary, and begin to impose the strictest curfew and distribution system on civilians.

It seems that everything is in the worst situation, but in fact, in St. Lu'an Cathedral, the firm faith still supports the last group of priests who stay here.

Franberry, who was temporarily selected as the "Bishop of Luan", ended his morning prayers. He stood up in front of the icon of the Holy Light, and let the aides wait for the robes that are still glamorous. The expression on the face is calm.

The icon of the Holy Light is quietly standing in this prayer room, a layer of clear glory shrouded in the icon, as if it had not been faint in the past 100 years, in the eyes of Franberland, this eternal lingering The glorious icon represents the Luan Cathedral at the moment: no matter how bad the situation outside, no matter how dark the dark and heretical beliefs are, the great **** of light will always shelter here, and his light will never dissipate. It means that all the challenges of the outside world are temporary.

After the attendant retired, the tall, dark-haired bishop left the prayer room, and in the rest room outside, he saw several people wearing robes of the priesthood gathered here.

On the round table of the rest room, there are delicate snacks and black tea with aroma, and it has obviously been enjoyed.

Food rations are being carried out in the city, and civilians can only receive food that is only enough for their livelihood. In order to avoid physical exertion, most civilians now choose to stay at home all day, but the priests of the cathedral are not in the “rational restrictions”. As the messenger of God within the scope, the priests can not be hungry like the Dalits. This not only insults the majesty of the Holy Light, but also seriously affects the combat power of the officers.

Reasonable arrangements, so Franberry suddenly glanced at the snacks and tea, and came to the gods with a blank expression: "What is the situation in the city?"

A priest stood up: "There is no confusion, the holy sects and the exiled knights who are leaning against us are patrolling, and the civilians are basically at home."

Flange nodded and turned to another priest: "What about the movement of the Cecil?"

“There is no change, they still block the city, but there is no further move.”

"The 'duke' who is relying on the devil, stupid arrogance..." A middle-aged priest couldn’t help but say indignantly, "...his behavior is simply unreasonable! So treating the Church of Light, he thought the whole Ansu Is there only one St. Luan's Cathedral?"

"Perhaps the Holy Spirit plains and the bishops of the kingdom will come to us, but at least at this stage, we are still subject to people," Franberrand glanced at the mean middle-aged bishop, shook his head and said, "Gaowen Cecil The behavior is really tantamount to being with the devil, but he is a powerful devil."

The first open priest had a trace of sorrow on his face: "Bishop, what do you think that Govin Cecil wants to do?"

Franção was slightly indulged, then he said without hesitation: "He wants to drive us out completely. This is obvious."

Then he added: "Neither attack nor retreat, maintain the blockade situation, wait for Luan City to collapse, and his purpose is very clear, that is, we hope that we will voluntarily give in and let our servants leave the city. He took it easy to take over here, completely expelling the faith of the Holy Light, and don't have to worry about being criticized in morality. This is a typical vicious trick, full of deceit, no honor, as we first judged: The great and glamorous founding hero is actually an arbitrarily greedy person. He wants only absolute power. This is completely exposed when he uses tricks to destroy all the nobles in the South."

"We are the servants of the Lord, how can we surrender to such people!" The grumpy middle-aged priest immediately said loudly, "He can only be in vain. He does not understand the power of piety!"

"Those powerful magical weapons have blinded his judgment. He believes that conquering Luan Cathedral is as easy as conquering a meteorite fortress." Franberry shook his head, but then the tone was somewhat dignified. "But Gao Wen Cecil is still a very awkward person... He did not directly attack Lu’an Cathedral, which means that he at least understands that he is morally disadvantaged.”

An old-fashioned priest who had never spoken, nodded slightly, with a hint of pride and restraint in his tone: "Yes, he at least realized that one thing directly attacked Luan Cathedral, that can only turn us into The saints who are martyrdom, but he himself has to lose the support of the people."

"Yes, his opposition to the church can only push him to the unjust position, especially at this moment," said Franberry, who said that his eyes swept across the scene, and the language was dull. But it conveys a firm and unwavering mind. "Our insistence is that his biggest counterattack against his blockade of Lu'an City cannot last forever. The bad excuses he uses will soon be unable to sustain, and as long as we stand by Living in the cathedral, the question of the Sanguang people to Gao Wen Cecil will gradually overwhelm him...

"We may pay some sacrifices in this process. This process may be longer and more difficult than we think, but I believe that everyone present must be prepared and even ready for martyrdom.

"The Holy Light will witness our piety and courage. We will use facts to prove that Govin Cecil’s deviant and blasphemous actions are unjust. We will never withdraw and never let the Holy Light be dishonored. Maybe we will end down, but when we fall, there will be the name of the saint, and Govin Cecil may eventually step into it but we swear that he can only step here as a hangman and a leader!"

Flemberg's voice was powerful and powerful, infecting everyone present. They thought of the Bishop of Leymont who had been martyrdom, and thought of the crisis that Luan City faced at the moment, and thought of the glory of the Lord's dedication, so each one People stood up and followed the voice of the interim bishop:

"We swear! We swear!"