Father Mavie

Chapter 128 Camp (Please Subscribe!!!)
At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, in the howling wind, a four-wheeled carriage drove out of New Rose City, along the path outside the city, heading east.

Horseshoe prints are all over the path, densely packed, straight forward, as if a large number of horse teams passed by here not long ago.

"Bishop Fowler and the others have been going for a while, we must speed up."

In the carriage, Mavi held a map of Wexford County, and after confirming their direction was correct, he knocked on the window.

Sitting in front of the car, Levin, who was completely exposed to the cold wind, was wrapped in a thick cotton wool coat, a scarf around his neck, and a cotton cap on his head. Even so, he was still shivering from the cold.

dong dong!

"Damn, why is it always me who drives the car?"

Hearing the sound of knocking on the window, Levin grumbled and complained, and while taking a sip of inferior brandy, he flicked the rein vigorously.

"drive!"

Because the situation this time was different from the past, not only Bishop Fowler brought all his family assets, but the Church of Truth also dispatched the whole army.It is said that it is the whole army, but in fact it is only three people and two cats. This is already the strongest lineup they can come up with.

Whenever he sees the familiar faces of Fat Orange and Little Black, Ma Wei always sighs that the Church of Truth is weak, and its combat power can be counted on one hand. How can it compete with the big church?

Even with the blessing of the cat and cat legion, the depth of members of the Church of Truth is still a little pale.

Expansion of manpower is imminent.

Twenty kilometers away from the path where the four-wheeled carriage was galloping, the dust was flying, and a cavalry team carrying the banner of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate was also riding fast, and the speed was not slow at all.

On the four-wheeled carriage in the middle of the team, Bishop Fowler, Evelyn 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 knew the situation, asked curiously: "Isn't it 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 other details to consider."

Bishop Fowler, with his hands in his white robes, shook his head, and said with a straight face: "The horses of the Knights are all carefully selected thoroughbreds. This kind of horse is the fastest within 5 kilometers. The explosive power is extremely strong, the response is quick and not manic, and it is the best escape at present. Well, in short, we must not only consider the time to arrive at Rosslare, but also consider the terrain that may be passed later. Needless to say the importance."

"Oh"

Baron Bill nodded and changed the subject: "Bishop Fowler, there is something that I am very puzzled about."

"please say."

"According to the guard's report, in the past few days, some suspicious-looking people have appeared near our house. Do you know about this?"

"Suspicious people?" Bishop Fowler showed a surprised expression: "There is such a thing?"

Baron Bill took a deep look at him and said with a smile, "It's fine if you don't know, it's not a big deal."

"We still have to be vigilant." Bishop Fowler said: "After all, no one knows what the other party is up to. If you don't mind, Baron Bill, when this matter is over, the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate is willing to send 50 knights, day and night Protect the safety of your mansion."

"Yeah, no one knows what purpose the other party has."

Rubbing the gold ring on his finger, Baron Bill said meaningfully: "Let's talk about it when we go back. It's not certain what's going on with Rosslare."

During their conversation, the saint Evelyn, who was completely hidden in the hooded robe, folded her hands in front of her body, 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 in the southeast of Wexford City, only 40 kilometers away from New Ross City. According to normal speed, it can be reached in two hours on horseback. 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 to a distance of 500 meters that the camp sentry found their traces. Seeing this team of more than 300 people, the sentry was shocked and immediately raised the alarm bell.

Ding Ding Ding!
Ding Ding Ding!
The ringing of the bell was covered by the howling wind, but even so, many patrol soldiers who heard the ringing 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. With a Dreiser bolt-action rifle on his back, he led a few soldiers to the gate of the camp. Looking at the hundreds of shadows standing in the wind and dust, he drew out a revolver and motioned for a soldier to come forward and ask questions.

Both sides were very vigilant and did not take any rash actions. After all, no one wanted to be shot suddenly, and being accidentally injured by one of their own was definitely not an honor.

"Sir! The other party claims to be Bishop Fowler of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Fate, and Bill David!" The soldier who went to ask the question ran back and said.

"Bill David?"

The officer frowned, and raised his arm to signal the soldiers not to shoot. He rode out of the camp gate alone, and came to the knights. After getting closer, he finally saw Bishop Fowler and the others clearly.

"Baron Bill, it's really you!" The officer said with a look of surprise, "Why did you come here suddenly, and what do these people do?"

"Lieutenant Steele, long time no see."

Baron Bill greeted him and briefly explained the ins and outs: "This is almost the case. We need the help of the Rosslare Army to investigate some things."

Lieutenant Steele Ritter, Cassim Cecil's allegiance knight, just about to speak, took a mouthful of sand, spit out a few mouthfuls, put away his revolver, and swung The lower hand said: "This damn weather! Baron Bill, Bishop Fowler, 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, took a bottle of old whiskey himself, and gave it to Bishop Fowler, Baron Bill and Evelyn Each poured a glass.

Generally speaking, it is impossible for the West Island, which has a large amount of vegetation, to produce such a large amount of wind and sand, but the scope of this storm is too large. The surrounding areas have become the hardest hit by wind and sand.

Sitting in front of the stove, Steird picked up a faded woodcock on the plate, put it on an iron skewer, and put it on the stove to rotate and roast it. While roasting, he glanced at Bishop Fowler and Evelyn. The two asked: "Have you brought the troop transfer document signed by the king and the parliament?"

"No." Baron Bill replied truthfully: "The situation is urgent, and the document is being signed."

Stilde nodded lightly, and did not directly refute the request for troop transfer, but asked, "What happened, that you need to dispatch troops urgently? Could it be that there is a rebellion somewhere?"

"That's understandable," Bishop Fowler said.

"Where is the location of the rebellion?"

"I don't know yet, I have sent someone to investigate."

"."

The woodcock was sizzling under the heat of the fire, and Steele looked at Bishop Fowler with strange eyes.

Not knowing the location of the rebellion but knowing there was a rebellion?
This is simply inconsistent!

What about playing people as fools?

Due to Baron Bill's face, he did not curse on the spot, but he had already greeted the three generations of Bishop Fowler's ancestors in his heart.

In the end, Steele turned his gaze to Baron Bill, who was sipping a drink, as if asking what he meant.

"I think Bishop Fowler's worry is not unreasonable." Baron Bill reminded cryptically, "No one can say for sure about a rebellion. Taking the initiative in advance can ultimately take the initiative, right?"

".All right."

Hearing the meaning behind Baron Bill's words, Steele nodded heavily, handed the half-roasted woodcock to the attendant at the side, got up and said, "I'll go to Commander Wellesley immediately."

On a hillside outside the Rosslare army camp, Ma Wei put down his binoculars and said to Levin who was leaning on a tree trunk drinking: "They have already entered the camp. If there is no accident, they should be able to get help from the army."

"Which legion is stationed here?"

"The Rosslare Front Army, headed by the Earl of Poddle Wellesley as the commander and commander of the frontier, has the 109th, 122nd, 137th, 158th, 172nd, and 181st Six Sequoia Infantry Regiments And two artillery regiments, a grenadier regiment and a guard dragoon regiment, each regiment is divided into battalions, companies, and platoons, with 4000-5000 soldiers, and the total number of soldiers is about 5. Ma Wei explained in detail about the formation of the legion below.

"Old farmer in the country?" Levin was taken aback for a moment: "Why did you use such a nickname?"

"Because the Rosslare Front Army has been stationed on the West Island for decades and has not participated in any battles. It belongs to the reserve army of the reserve army, and it is no different from old-age care."

Ma Wei said with a dark face: "It is a custom in the army to have nicknames. In addition to the old farmers in the country, there are fruit farmer corps who ran to pick cherries because they were hungry and the enemy came. The Emperor’s Maid Corps, named after the Horse Night Pot, and the Philosopher Corps with different sexual orientations are not good at fighting, and they are more ruthless when they scold their mothers.”

"."

Levin, who was about to laugh, suddenly noticed that Ma Wei's expression was not quite right, rolled his eyes, and asked tentatively: "Then Boss, when you served in the army, did you have any nicknames?"

"No."

"Really not?"

"I said no, no."

After spitting, Ma Wei turned back to the carriage, took out the ingredients that had been shrunk by the disguise magic and a large pot, picked up some firewood nearby, skillfully lit a fire, and prepared to make dinner.

He asked Mrs. Cecil to prepare some chopped beef, potatoes, onions, carrots, and a bottle full of curry paste, ready to cook a pot of curry to fulfill the promise he had made to Junia.

He has always been a person who keeps his word. The first page of "Book of Truth" clearly stipulates that believers must keep their word. In his opinion, this is the principle and the bottom line.

"Do you want to eat now?" Levin looked at the time and found that it was not yet 6 pm: "Is it too early?"

"It will take some time for the army to mobilize. It doesn't mean that you can leave. Don't take advantage of this moment to eat. When they leave, shall we follow hungry?" Ma Wei glared at him: "Don't just stand there , Go pick up some more firewood and come back."

"Oh"

Just when Levine turned to pick up firewood.
A fast horse rushed out from a distant path and headed straight for the camp below.

　Huh, I coded 5500 words today, it’s really hard for me
　　
　
(End of this chapter)