Chapter 833 I Am Your Uncle Pangolin! (1/2)

The air in the church was as cold as the howling cold wind on the Pangong Swamp, and there was no winter in West Sail Harbor, which was obviously located in the tropics.

It's all a price...

Everyone in this settlement.

Anwo, whose eyes were struggling, suddenly became desperate. He no longer had any hope for the rebels and raised the gun in his hand again, although he did not turn on the safety.

"...I don't care about this. Even if we are being used, give me and the brothers around me a way to survive! I will give you a way to survive!"

"...If you hadn't interrupted me, I was about to say this. Going back to the previous topic, if you want to survive, you have to pretend to kill someone, but the person is not dead."

Isher glanced mockingly at the cowardly wolf who was afraid of death, and then continued slowly.

"Stop standing there stupidly. Go to the port and get some corpses, and get some trucks to transport the corpses. Place the corpses in the church, hit them with a shuttle, and then drag them out."

Although there is a suspicion of desecrating the corpse, I don't care about that much now.

Survival is the most important thing.

Anwo asked nervously.

"Then what?"

Isher's head turned rapidly, but his speech rate was very steady, without any trace of panic.

"Then we have to torture these survivors to lie with the corpses and follow the corpses out of the city. Just make up any reason, just say that the people who died in the Silver Moon Church must be buried in peace... The rebels and Melgio Sir, I have no grudges, and I probably won’t cause trouble for him. But I have to ask Mr. Melchior to follow me, so there is still a certain risk——”

"It doesn't matter, as long as we can save these poor people, this risk is nothing," Melgio interrupted him, looked at him seriously and said, "I will go out of the city with the convoy, and you will be with me." Reciting scriptures on the road can be a bit more like it.”

"Thank you for your hard work."

Isher looked at the priest and nodded, and then looked at the old butler Sahadou who had said nothing from beginning to end.

"Is Count Sharma's manor far from here? How big is it? Can it accommodate 200 people?"

Sahadu suddenly came back to his senses and said quickly.

"It's not that far! If we set out now, we will definitely arrive before dawn! We have a large plantation! Not to mention 200 people, there will be no problem with 2,000 people!"

"Very good..." Isher nodded and said, "When you leave the city, you will take everyone to Count Sharma's manor and find a medium-sized manor to hide everyone. Remember! The fewer people who know about this, the better!”

The young man named Pavin couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you need to hide them separately?"

Isher rolled her eyes.

"Are you a pig? What's the difference between catching one and catching ten? It's safest for everyone to stay together! And only one person can deliver food and water... No, don't choose. It's just you. , you are responsible for these 200 lives."

As he spoke, he grabbed Pavin's shoulders and stared into the young man's eyes until the fear in his pupils turned into calmness before letting go.

"You are a smart man... Since you know that there is no future in getting involved with these guys, then seize this last chance to survive."

Pavin mustered up his courage and nodded, complying.

"yes……"

"very good."

Hearing the young man's answer, Isher pushed him next to Anwo.

"Now this boy is yours, you should find an opportunity to promote him, at least let him become a centurion. Once you capture Earl Sharma's manor, let him out and let him be responsible for watching over Earl Sharma. property and family.”

Anwo glanced at the boy, nodded and said.

"It shouldn't be a big problem... I heard that Janusz promised the Lion State to Absek, who is my immediate superior. There will definitely be some people left to take care of the land around here."

Isher was delighted.

"Very good."

Butler Sahadu asked tremblingly.

"Since this is already a land of right and wrong...can't we just escape?"

"escape?"

As if he heard some funny joke, Anwo looked at the old housekeeper happily.

"Are you leaving with dry food or empty-handed? Then how much dry food do you plan to take and where are you going? When the news here spreads, there will be people everywhere who want your life. You will have no time to escape and you will not be able to run far. ! Believe me, it’s safest to stay still. When the time comes, the Wilantes will also land here... I bet that Janusz will definitely not stay here, and will probably find a scapegoat here. ”

"But if I stay in Lion State, those Weirant people will kill me..." Pavin said in horror.

"As long as these people live, you will not die. If they die, it will be the same wherever you escape."

Anwo glanced at the young man with a complicated expression, but in the end he said nothing. Then he looked at Mrs. Margaery and asked.

"Where are the children? Are you going out of town too?"

Margaery was silent for a while, with some hesitation in her eyes, but she finally made up her mind.

"It's too dangerous... We can't put all our eggs in the same basket. Someone has to survive and tell people outside what happened tonight."

Anwo nodded.

"That's what I think too. The risk for children is too great. If they cry halfway, everyone will die... Then are you going to say goodbye to the children?"

"No."

Margery shook her head slightly, then walked up to the old nun and held her hands.

Looking into those eyes she said in a sincere tone.

"Our children are begging you. In a few days, the Weiland people will definitely come here... But unless you judge that the news that we are still alive can make the people here suffer less, please don't tell Weiland for the time being. The Rands said we were taken out and executed while we were still alive.”

Those people wouldn't let them survive.

Maybe it will save.

But in the end, I will definitely be "late" for a minute or two and wait until everything is over before arriving.

This is a no-brainer.

A train that has already started will not stop because of an ant lying on the track.

Can more than 3,000 people who have already died be brought back to life by killing 200 fewer people?

War will still start.

In order not to involve the puppets controlled by the mastermind in the rebel army and let the "personnel changes" affect subsequent plans, the puppets controlled by the mastermind will definitely get the news before "the people who go to save them".

To tell why...

Because they are already in the "budget".

Margery took a deep breath and continued.

"Not only the legion... but also people from the alliance will probably come here. However, the alliance is not completely trustworthy. They have close cooperation with the legion on the community, and it is not ruled out that they will adopt appeasement. There is something behind this There are too many things happening quietly that we don’t understand. Please take a good look at those people and see if they are worth it..."

In fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s not worth it.

If even the Alliance stands on the side of the Legion, supports the Legion's invasion of the Empire, and the two bandits join forces to ravage this land, then no matter how dazzling the light of the truth is, it will definitely be covered up.

And then.

Perhaps only people from companies or colleges can come to collect their bodies and record what happened here.

Margery held the old nun's hand tightly, with a hint of unconscious pleading in her sincere voice.

"Please... please take good care of them. If we are unfortunately killed, please tell the children the truth after everything is over."

The old nun nodded seriously.

"I will definitely do it! And madam...please take care of yourself. Children cannot live without their mothers. Even if it is to prevent those bad people from putting ugly things into their heads, you must survive. "

Melgio walked up to the two of them and said in a very soft voice.

"Brave people don't die so easily... It's getting late, let's start preparations as soon as possible."

"I have arranged for someone to go to the port to get the body." Anwo glanced out the door, then glanced at the more than two hundred Weiland people in the hall, "You should also prepare to go and see if you want to change. Clothes and so on. Forget about luggage, just leave it here."

Anwo looked at Isher, who was standing next to him with his arms folded, and then at the dozen church members behind him.

"What about you? Go home? Or go to Count Sharma with these Velantans?"

"They don't need me to follow you. You are actually more important than them. I am more worried about your safety... If you mess up, we will all be dead."

Isher glanced around, tore off a large strip of cloth from his sleeve, and tied it to his arm under the dull gazes of everyone.

It really looks like that.

Anyway, the things that the rebels tied to their arms were not all made to order.

Looking at the stunned Anwo, Isher raised his eyebrows.

"I rebelled too."

"I am your subordinate now."

…

Everything went as planned. Anwo arranged for his trustworthy men to go to the port and bring over three hundred corpses.

Most of the people at the port were so drunk that no one cared about those things. They just thought it was some officious leader who arranged for someone to come and clean up the corpses.

The rebel army has not yet formed an organization, the command system is in chaos, and there is no unified instruction.

Even the "veterans" of the Gray Wolf Army who rallied around Janusz didn't understand seniority matters, let alone those small groups.

However, if there is an invisible black hand manipulating everything here, as Mrs. Margery guessed, then the rebellion's chaos should not last long.

At least the reinforcements that will not be dragged to Yongye Port will arrive.

They only need to push one person to be the leader, pull up a big flag as the military flag, and then provide a reason for the uprising, decide who will stay and die, and then they can leave the city in a mighty manner and march towards Tiandu.

If nothing else, the people left behind should be those from the city defense army.

They are the least likable and have low combat effectiveness. It is most appropriate to leave them to the Wilantes to vent their anger. Those big noses can use them as targets.

Of course, this will definitely not be said clearly. In the end, it will probably be in the name of "voting a letter of name", just like myself who came to Silver Moon Church to kill people.

It's just that they are different from me. The certificates they have to submit cannot be afforded even if their whole family's lives are put at risk...

Anwo's expression turned cold as he watched his confidants arrange the corpse in the church.

The young man named Parvin walked up to him and said tremblingly.

"Ready..."

Although he didn't kill anyone, his body was covered in blood at the moment, as if he had crawled out of a pile of dead people.

Anwo nodded, beckoned the twenty or so henchmen next to him to aim at the corpses sitting crookedly on the church benches, and waved his hands cleanly.

"Fire!"

The moment the words fell, crackling gunshots resounded in the church. Everyone closed their eyes unbearably, and the children in the basement also let out suppressed cries.

The car carrying the body was pushed in and was fuller when it came out.

The frustrated priest followed step by step beside the car, holding the silver crescent moon on his chest with one hand and resting on the blood-stained cart with the other.

Several patrolling "cloth bandages" not far away saw it and showed envious expressions.

"I'm afraid these guys had a great time."

"Damn... there are too many people at the port and not enough meat. I haven't even had a sip of soup."

Suddenly someone smiled lewdly.

"By the way, isn't there a nun in the church? Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Before he could finish his words, the captain next to him slapped him on the head.

"Are you so crazy? Yanus didn't even dare to touch those chanting sutras. Are you more awesome than the boss?"

He saw with his own eyes that Melgio was not only alive, but he also dared to chant sutras and pray for the dead next to the wolf tribesman.

It's self-evident what this means.

The other soldier next to him, who had probably been to church, also looked at the guy with disdain.

"That nun must be at least fifty or sixty years old... Are you also interested in that old guy?"

The soldier with the lewd smile finally fell silent and scratched the back of his head.

"I fucking don't know..."

The sound of laughter and curses drifted away along the street, like a farewell to the motorcade carrying the corpse.

In the church on the other side, the old nun just lowered her head in silence, holding a mop and cleaning the blood-stained hall in vain.

Then some more people came to the church.

But these people just glanced at her, then at the blood on the ground, and left in a hurry without saying a word.

This church seemed to have been forgotten, and it stayed in a corner for three whole days in the hell made of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It didn't end until that deafening roar sounded, and the Wilantes' military boots stepped onto the port...

…

The candlelight on the silver candlestick swayed gently, and a sudden trance brought the distant time back to the present.

After telling the whole story, the old nun slowly continued.

"If all goes well, your wife and other survivors should be hiding in a house or plantation owned by Count Sharma, led by a decathur named Parvin... or maybe a centurion. Taking care of it. Mr. Melgio should be there too."

"As for Anwo, he should stay with his superior Absek, and this is also Mr. Isher's suggestion. The most dangerous place is the safest. If you are suspected by those people, you will die no matter what you do."

"...But if we can gain their trust, we can hope to be drawn into their circle and find evidence that the Legion is involved in this conspiracy."

It was unusually quiet in the basement.

The players were watching the subtitles translated by VM, while Yaman held his breath.

The first to break the silence was young Ruby.

A layer of looming mist was like a sweet spring gushing from a dry well, soaking into the gray eyes.

The light of hope bloomed in her eyes again, and her lips opened and closed softly.

"Mom...is still alive..."

"Margaery...oh, Goddess Silver Moon!"

Arman spoke excitedly and incoherently, pressing his lips and the tip of his nose to his clasped palms.

He wished he could kowtow to the Silver Moon Goddess on the spot!

Praise the moon!

Regardless of whether the Silver Moon Goddess lives there or not!

If this is not a miracle, what else can be called a miracle? !

"Where is she now? No...what should I do to get her back?"

Arman, who gradually calmed down, gradually realized that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

First of all, he couldn't leave Sailsport.

The soldiers outside would definitely keep him here for safety reasons and ask him why he was out.

This is completely reasonable.

And if he revealed that Margaery was still alive and was with the people who stayed in the church that night, the king's army would definitely find them that day before the Willant troops who went to rescue them.

By then, not only Margaery will die, but everyone who stays with her will die!

Even the good man who spared her that night - Mr. Anwo who was ambushing the King of Heaven's army will die!

They will die in silence and take all their secrets with them to their graves.

"Your wife doesn't know either, but she believes that you must have a way to save everyone! Not just her and the two hundred survivors, but also all the people who will be involved in this war..." The old nun He sighed softly and looked at the Alliance people.

Arman followed her line of sight and looked to his side for help, especially the one who seemed to be the only one who seemed reliable, the Far-sighted Eagle.

The latter did not speak, but held his chin in deep thought. It was not until Arman looked over that he slowly spoke.

"This matter is not easy to handle... If we leave from Xifan Port, the Weiland people will definitely follow us vigilantly. Besides, it is useless to rely on us alone. The king's army in Shizhou is estimated to be hundreds of thousands. Right? Not to mention covering the evacuation of two hundred people, without heavy equipment and support, two ten-man teams are enough for us. "

[Shit Stirring Stick] scratched his head, with a troubled expression written on his face.

"Indeed, and if the rescue fails, the legion may blame it, 'Why didn't you report it to the authorities when you knew it was so dangerous!'... Tsk, it's difficult to handle. If these dogs bite back, we really have no reason to say anything. "

"Sending an airborne force here?" The combat-savvy Wolf looked at him puzzled, "Since we know it's the legion's fault, why don't we just send the troops over here!"

The old stick rolled his eyes.

"Are you kidding me? That's a citizen of the legion. It's not the Alliance's turn to come to the rescue. Besides, you can move the army at your command? If you really act like this, I don't think the Alliance will do anything. You can move around this palm-sized area."

The old wolf was anxious.

"But……"

Eagle interrupted what he wanted to say and said after thinking carefully.

"Brother Gun is right, please calm down. Even if we have resurrection coins, it doesn't mean we can do whatever we want."

"And let me be realistic, from the standpoint of the alliance, it is not enough to save those two hundred people. That guy named Anwo is even more important to us than those two hundred lives. Maybe he has already We have found clues that some of the top leaders of the Heavenly King Army colluded with people within the legion... This may be the only thing that can stop the legion, although it is only possible. "

In other words, they had to find Anwo first before rescuing the survivors.

When he said this, Eagle's brow couldn't help but have a sad look on his face.

"But the trouble is we can't contact the guy at all, we don't even know where he is."

The shit-stirring stick suddenly spoke.

"That's actually easy to say."

Three pairs of eyes looked at him at the same time, including the embarrassment-faced Eagle.

I saw the old stick clearing his throat and changing into the non-standard couplet.

"Didn't that Yanoush already surround Tiandu? Those 'direct descendants' who promoted him to the top should always be with him, right? For example, that Absek, if you find him, you have found that Anwo... …We can just go to Tiandu.”

"Go to Tiandu?! Are you crazy?" The fighting wolf looked at him in surprise.

"Then let's put it another way, sending an envoy to Tiandu?"

The shit-stirring stick chuckled, looked at the three stunned brothers, and shook the VM hanging on his arm.

"Since they all shouted slogans of abolition and equality, we, the 'big brothers,' should at least take a look. Don't spell the wrong words."

"What the hell?!"

"You don't want your number anymore?!"

"I have to ask the BOSS first! Damn it, I won't go crazy with you!"

Just when Ying Ying, Lao Lang, and Lao Guan were all shocked by this guy's bad idea, a ten-meter-wide yacht slowly approached the dock of Xifan Port.

I saw a haggard-looking man walking down the gangway, holding his knees and retching after not taking two steps.

"MMP! This damn place is really far away!"

Although he wouldn't get seasick with his awakened body, he couldn't stand the change of transportation and the seafood he ate along the way.

There is no scheduled flight from Kinggallon Port to West Sail Port. This yacht was temporarily rented in Kinggallon Port, and the supplies on board were all caught along the way.

After taking a few breaths, he finally felt better.

At this time, the soldiers at the port had already noticed this uninvited guest, and they all carried the guy and surrounded him.

"Xifan Port is closed, except for local residents. No one is allowed to dock! Who are you!" Captain Peter, who was on duty, stepped forward and stared at the yacht and the man standing next to the yacht, his eyes slightly narrowed.

It's not like this kind of boat can run on the open sea.

I'm afraid this guy didn't come from Golden Gallon Port!

Realizing that this guy might be from the Alliance, Peter's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes gradually turned evil.

"You're from the Alliance—"

"Bah! You are the one from the alliance!" The man rolled his eyes and interrupted him rudely.

Looking at the astonished young captain in front of him, the battlefield atmosphere team cursed unceremoniously.

"I am your eldest pangolin! I have the military rank of captain! When I killed the blue hamster, you didn't know which pile of sand you were playing on!"

His couplets are no longer as awkward as before, and his use of modal particles is so proficient.

"Which centurion team do you belong to? Call your leader over here!"

Pete: "???"

As soon as the warlord finished speaking, the soldiers gathered in front of the dock suddenly made a commotion and moved to both sides to make way. I saw a man wearing an officer's hat walking towards the two people confronting each other on the pier.

Looking at the old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, McClun suddenly seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, and the corners of his cold mouth relaxed into a nostalgic smile.

"Long time no see. You seem to talk more."

Hearing that familiar voice, Peter turned around suddenly, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Mai, General McClun?! Are you... still not asleep at this time?"

Hearing the familiar name, the battlefield atmosphere team, who were pretending to be cool, were stunned for a moment. They finally saw clearly who the man with his back to the streetlight was, and his expression instantly became awkward.

Too sloppy.

This military rank is higher than mine.

"...Hello, General." The warlord bravely gave a military salute.

MMP!

What kind of fun is Captain Ten Thousand here to join in the fun?

Blanch!

McClun smiled, returned a military salute, and then spoke in a casual tone.

"I remember you working for Colway?"

Warlander nodded awkwardly.

"Uh, um! But I was seconded there... I don't actually command the troops directly, I'm just responsible for handling some matters involving the relationship between the locals and the Weirant people. After all, there is a team of ten thousand people stationed there. "

McClung said casually.

"The 370,000th Army, right? I remember Colway's unit had this number."

"Yeah!" Warfield Guy nodded, but murmured in his heart. This guy was thousands of kilometers away and knew the deployment status of Haiya Province quite well.

McClung continued.

"Did Benoit send you?"

"right……"

Looking at this honest man who kept nodding his head, McClun asked with a smile.

"What does he want you to do?"

The Warlander hesitated for a moment whether to say anything, but seeing McClun acting like he already knew everything, he decided to ask for directions and simply said.

"Send an envoy to Tiandu to negotiate with the Heavenly King's army."

There was a commotion among the surrounding soldiers, including Peter, who couldn't help but clenched his fists, with visible anger burning in his eyes.

negotiation?

Go to hell and negotiate!

He just wanted to kill the people in this settlement, and then go and kill the people in the so-called Tiandu and the King's Army!

McClung glanced at the captain next to him without any trace, then looked at the pangolin standing next to the yacht again, and nodded slightly.

"This is not the place to talk. Let's go ashore first."

"yes……"

You damn girl know this is not the place to talk!

The battlefield atmosphere team suppressed the words in their hearts, pretended to be an honest person and followed McClun, passing through the murderous sight of the group of soldiers.

Enduring the feeling like a light on his back, the warlord couldn't help but curse.

This dog-like old wheat!

Learn to be cunning!