Father Mavie

Chapter 263 The Lord of the Blood Race (please subscribe!!!)

"Onufri!"

Under the dense night, Raffle retreated to a hillside one mile away from the border. He found Onufri who had just returned, and asked, "What happened? Why did you retreat?"

"Pope Doppler II, who ruled the religion, has come in person!"

Onufri said with a gloomy face: "The other party has at least 10 people, plus Judgment God, we can't be their opponents! We won't be able to leave any later!"

"His Royal Highness's task is to let us hold on for an hour!" Raffle scolded angrily, "Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm not afraid of death, but do you know that once Pope Doppler II activates the magic, let alone an hour, we probably won't be able to last even 10 minutes!"

Ralph was stunned when he heard the words, Onufri was right, they had no way to resist magic, the number of enemies crushed them, and Pope Doppler II was present, staying is courting death!
but.
Neither Onufri nor Raffle made any mention of retreating.

"The Pope is here in person. The Kingdom of Frederick seems to be determined to win." Onufri said quietly, "Once you let them pass, His Highness will face enemies from both sides."

On the horseback, Ralph straightened his waist, facing the cold wind, and looked at the cavalrymen of the Kingdom of Frederick who were chasing him in the distance. He suddenly calmed down, and his heart was as silent as a lake without waves in an ancient well.

"Onufri, do you still remember the battle that took place under the city of Petersburg 20 years ago?" Raffle said softly: "At that time we only had 1000 people and were surrounded by tens of thousands of enemy troops. Everyone was desperate, but His Majesty Peter said, whether it is a general or a soldier, their destination will always be the battlefield. If anyone wants to die in bed, he can surrender to the enemy, donate his weapons, and become a fish under the sword. The situation we are facing today is the same as that at that time .”

"Of course I remember that at that time, His Majesty Peter was accompanied by Broca, Onakov, and Frenkel." Onufri smiled: "They are all generals who are good at fighting, but in the end it was us Two survived."

"I am 56 years old this year, Onufri, you are also 53 years old, we are all old, every time I see Her Majesty Katerina, I will think of Her Majesty Peter." Raffle said: "He is such a powerful person , and finally died on the sickbed, I am not reconciled, and His Majesty Peter is also not reconciled, there are not many companions who fought together back then, and when they grow old, they always think back to those years."

"yes."

Onufri stroked the steed under his crotch, and said with emotion: "If I could choose the way of death, I don't want to die on the bed. Her Highness Katerina gave us this opportunity. How long is it before an hour?"

"35 minutes."

"Ugh"

Onufri sighed, got off his horse, and patted the thick tree next to him, "For 35 minutes, if you want to stop [-] enemy troops, you can't charge, you must fight positional warfare."

Ralph also got off his horse, and said with a helpless smile, "I never imagined that we'd been cavalry all our lives, but we would end up fighting like infantry."

"Honor is not important anymore. We must protect Her Majesty Katerina, just like protecting His Majesty Peter back then. The 15th Cavalry Regiment obeys orders!"

Under the solemn and heavy gaze of the soldiers, Onufri said slowly: "All the cavalry dismount and rely on the terrain to stop the enemy!"

"The 19th Cavalry Regiment dismount!" Raffle also yelled loudly: "Launch a three-three formation! Build a defensive front!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
Intensive gunfire exploded outside the city of Chelyabinsk. Makarov led the soldiers into the city, joined Katerina, and fought fiercely with the enemy behind the bunker.

Compared with the old-fashioned flintlock guns used by the Romanov Kingdom, the Windsor Kingdom's Dreiser bolt-action rifle is more advanced. Makarov made a decisive decision and ordered the enemy's firearms to be replaced.

The battle lasted for half an hour. Katerina and the others had just arrived at the outer center and braved artillery fire to advance less than one kilometer. At this speed, Chelyabinsk might not be captured after another day and night of fighting.

More importantly.
This time the priests of the Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny had a long memory, hiding behind the position and using magic, never giving Katerina and others a chance to get close.

If it weren't for the bursting rifle in their hands that greatly suppressed the enemy's frontal firepower, it would be impossible for Katerina and the others to break through to this position.

Obviously, the commander of the Second Army, Marquis James, planned to have a head-to-head street battle with them.

There is no meanness in war, only victory or defeat. Katerina yelled at Makarov while filling the bullets and cleaning the chamber: "Go to the grenadier! Blow up the artillery on the other side!"

Makarov waved his hand vigorously, and several soldiers wearing long-tailed overcoats and bearskin tall hats with hatchets on their waists sprang out from behind the crowd. They prostrated themselves on the ground, holding iron balls filled with gunpowder, In the smoke of gunpowder and the hail of bullets, they quickly crawled towards the enemy's position.

The soldiers who can be selected as grenadiers have amazing arms and are brave and fearless. They need to stand at the forefront of the position, ignite and throw iron balls that are comparable to small artillery shells into the enemy's position. They can be called grenadiers and infantry highest honor.

Grenadiers rarely appear on the field battlefield, and are only used when facing stronghold battles. They are rare and indispensable.

"Cover! Cover!"

Makarov yelled and stood up, raised his revolver, and moved while shooting towards the opposite position, attracting the attention of the enemy and covering the presence of the grenadiers.

A few minutes later, the grenadiers successfully touched the enemy's position. They ignited the fuze, threw out the iron ball in their hands with all their strength, and there was a loud bang.
The two cannons lying in the middle of the street were immediately covered in flames.

"charge!!!"

Makarov jumped out of the cover and was the first to charge up, even though the bullets flew past his body, he refused to slow down.

Katerina also wanted to charge, but she was dragged back just as she stepped out of the cover. She was furious and turned around and cursed: "Why are you dragging me, Edward?"

Edward pointed to the back, where a soldier dressed as a cavalry was running on foot, judging from the man's out of breath appearance.
Not like a deserter, more like a messenger.

Katerina frowned slightly. She recognized the other party, and when the cavalryman ran up to her, she asked, "Faros, why are you here?"

Onufri's adjutant Fallows gasped and said eagerly: "The army of Frederick Frederick's Kingdom is here! General Onufri is fighting them!"

Before Katerina could react, another cavalryman galloped over with a message: "Report! One hundred thousand enemy troops have been found on the border! Pope Doppler II personally participated in the battle!"

The successive heavy news hit Katerina quite a bit. She was stunned for a while before swearing in her native language, took out her pocket watch and looked at the time, struggling inside.

To retreat. Or not to retreat?
Can Chelyabinsk be taken in an hour?
If you can't take it.
"How are they doing in Onufri? How long can they last?" Katerina asked.

"One hour!" The messenger cavalry stood at attention and replied with an extremely firm tone.

One hour.
Katerina did not expect that the Pope who ruled the religion would come in person. With the [-] cavalry under Onufri and Raffle, it was impossible to stop the [-] troops for an hour unless they fought to the death.

And the consequences of fighting to the death.
"No! There is still a way to save the situation!"

Katerina looked at Edward and said in a deep voice, "I think it's time for you to make a move."

"Father Mawei gave me the mission to protect your safety."

Just when Katerina was about to refute, Edward suddenly changed the subject: "But I really think the church will be judged."

"You agree?"

Edward smiled slightly, and there was a huge earthquake on the ground. Deep in the city of Chelyabinsk, an area that the Marquis James thought was unbreakable
A black ancient castle was drilled out of countless soil and broken rocks, straight into the sky.

The huge bone wings stretched behind his back, Edward flew high into the sky, and stayed beside the flare, the light cast its shadow on the ground, shining red light.

"I like this city, it's full of blood."

The battlefield fell silent, and everyone raised their heads at the same time, looking at the figure in the sky.

Edward raised his palm, and the blood on the ground and corpses turned into countless small flow channels and flowed towards the sky, condensing into a huge blood sphere, with a black-red light emitting from its surface, twisting and surging, as if absorbing countless souls.

With black hair flying wildly, Edward overlooked the city below with cold eyes and an indifferent tone:

"I declare in the name of the lord of the blood clan that from today, Chelyabinsk will be included in the territory of the blood clan!"

(End of this chapter)