Belief In The Kingdom of God

After experiencing several raids, the opposing army had reached its limit, and it could not be disintegrated due to the prestige and force of the Earl of Artus. But it was only lingering, the armies of the lords were completely mixed in one place, and they could only resist scatteredly under the leadership of their lords, and it was almost a mess.

At this time, Artis led people to press again, and under the collective bombardment of over a hundred sacrifices, the opponent was almost beaten into an army.

In the end, as the enemy commander-in-chief, Earl Artis, was personally killed by Artis on the battlefield, the opposing army completely collapsed.

The lords struggled with people trying to escape, and fled frantically under the chase of Nadir, Carter and others.

"Kill!"

"For the **** of nature!"

Echoes one after another on the battlefield. Among them, some people are very conspicuous.

Most of these were the people who had been focused on by Attis before, and most of them had been appointed as a small captain during his deliberate promotion, and they were very eye-catching on the battlefield at this time.

Attis looked intently, and saw that the golden zombies looked extremely bright under the blessing of military aura, burning their own fortune. Among them, a little green is particularly conspicuous.

"Ten Captain Bazel!" a shout sounded.

On an empty field, a thin, resolute young man was fighting in front of him. His **** body was dripping with blood under the heavy rain, making the people around him in awe.

With the fierce fighting, above his head, a light green life suddenly oscillated, a little bit of luck was burning, echoing with the military spirit.

"Kill!" He yelled and hacked the person in front of him to death, with a natural fierceness.

Seeing this man, Artis nodded slightly, then turned sideways and gestured to the priest beside him: "It's almost done, persuade you to surrender!"

By his side, the sacrificial ritual knew, and then went down to pass the order.

"Surrender and don't kill!"

As the messengers went down, these words reverberated on the originally **** battlefield.

In the front, countless desperate soldiers heard this, their steps could not help but slowed down, and then gradually dropped their weapons one by one, allowing the enemy to watch them.

And behind Atis, the nobles who were threatened by Atis looked at this scene with a little ugly expression, and their mood was quite complicated.

However, neither Attis nor his sacrificial officers paid any attention to their intentions. As the dusk approached, the battle gradually ended.

"My lord, this time we defeated the other 5,000 people, of which nearly 1,000 were killed on the spot, and nearly 3,000 were captured!"

Next to Attis, Nadir looked at Attis with a smile of joy, the scars on his body had completely disappeared under the effect of the magic arts, but there was still a faint blood.

"Hmm!" Artis nodded: "How about the loss?"

"About five hundred people were lost, mainly due to the fighting back of the opposing knight." Bill added silently beside him.

"The list of these people is counted, and after returning to Cecil, the compensation for the death of the war will be issued."

Having said this, Artis looked at Bill: "How is the situation of the injured?"

"Under the treatment of the sacred magic, most of them are healed." Bill said, only after a while, and then hesitated: "It's just that there are still a few soldiers who have been severely injured, even after recovering. It’s a disability, and it’s destined not to be on the battlefield anymore."

"For this group of people, how should we arrange?"

"First give out the pensions stipulated before, and arrange the rest after returning to the city-state."

"Yes!" Bill nodded.

The scene was slightly quiet for a while. In this silence, Artis looked at the heavy rain outside and said: "This heavy rain seems to take a while to stop."

"If this is the case, then take this opportunity to hold a banquet with the spoils taken from the other side, and by the way, you can also establish your reward."

He looked at Nadir and others in front of him, with an unusually handsome smile on his face.

Below, Nadir and the others looked at each other and did not speak.

So that night, in a camp, a small banquet was held. At the banquet, the officers who had made warfare on the battlefield sat in the middle of the banquet. Although they kept talking with each other, they still looked a little dignified.

In response, Artis smiled slightly, and then looked down, commending the officers who made contributions on the battlefield.

Among them, Bazel is impressively listed.

He performed bravely on the battlefield this time, and made no small contribution.

Attis fixed his eyes, and saw that the fortune above his head was faintly fluctuating at this time, and it was obviously already starting to activate.

In response, he just smiled: "Bazel?"

"Yes!" On the opposite side, Bazel looked a little nervous, and the expression on his rough face was a little stiff and expressionless, and he was not good at words at first glance.

In response, Artis smiled and said, "What do you want for your credit this time?"

Opposite, Bazel was stunned, but quickly reflected: "Please, your Majesty is the master!"

"Well..." Artis thought for a while. Then he said, "How about adding fifty acres of land to your original reward?"

Suddenly, Bazel on the opposite side was overjoyed: "Yes!"

Seeing him like this, Artis was taken aback and shook his head.

"You stay by my side and be my guard officer!" Artis said, watching Bazel happily responding, and then looking aside.

"Nadir, Carter, 50 hectares for each of your territories."

In the envious eyes of the people around, Nadir and Carter looked unfazed.

Fifty hectares, which is five thousand acres of land, enough to rebuild a good manor.

"It's time to go back!" Seeing this scene, Artis silently raised his head, looked in the direction when he came, and muttered to himself.

The next day, the heavy rain gradually stopped, so at noon, Attis led the people on the way they had always been.

But this time, because of the three thousand prisoners, the speed of travel was greatly slowed down, and it was not until January that the outline of Cecil City could not be seen from afar.

At this time, under the city, someone was already greeted.

The head was an old man with a serious face in a black dress, but Barton, the butler before Attis.

"Your Majesty, congratulations on your victorious return." He looked at Artis with a serious face and said sternly.

Seeing this, Artis dismounted, then smiled and nodded: "How is Cecil's current situation during my expedition?"

"The situation is a bit complicated, but because you left the high priest in the city, and also took away the heads of the families, the nobles in the city are considered safe and generally good."

"In addition, because the main energy is spent on statistics of population materials, there is currently no progress in other areas."

In this regard, Artis expressed his understanding: "What is the current population in the territory?"

"Within Cecil, there are approximately 700,000 people belonging to us, of which nearly 200,000 are believers in the God of Nature."

Hearing this, Atis frowned: "So few?"

The area of ​​the entire Cecil is at least the size of a small province in the previous life. Although most of the places are deserted, the population in such a large area is only equivalent to a county in the previous life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head, and looked behind him: "Bring these people into the city. The prisoners will be detained. After a while, let them go and repair the roads around them."

Back in Cecil City, Artis looked at the scene in the city.

Compared to the previous time, the city has clearly restored order at this time, and pedestrians walking on the street seem to have some popularity. At the same time, most of the waste that was originally flooded in the city has disappeared, and a cathedral is standing in the city, offering sacrifices to the citizens who come and go in prayer.

"Barton, you did a good job." Looking at this scene, Attis nodded and said to Barton beside him.

"This is what I should do." Patton shook his head when Attis said so, his face still serious.

Seeing this, Artis didn't care, but looked back to the south.

At this time, in the south of Cecil, as the news of Attis' victory over the Kingdom of Barlow spread, one by one messengers walked among the surrounding city-states. In the surroundings, the city-state that was eager to try gave up on going north after hearing the news.

As a result, in Artis's vision, the faint black air that had originally diffused from the south slowly disappeared. In Mingming, a small Tianzhu connected to the stars and slowly stabilized.