Chapter 560 In the Name of Perez

Ten years is enough for young people to grow up and for people's hearts to change.

Fernandez went from striving, decadence to self-abandonment, and then to power.

He has now recognized the reality and the hope of turning over is not great, but it is impossible for him to admit defeat.

King Bruno has long lost his spirit and drinks every day and does not care about politics.

So all power fell into Fernandez's hands. He took the telegram and directly issued an order to mobilize the army.

There were many noble officers who fled to the New World at the beginning, enough to form a modern army.

Although the Kingdom of the Holy Cross was destroyed, a group of experienced officers were left behind.

Only when this generation is completely gone will the Kingdom of the Holy Cross disappear.

The new Kingdom of the Holy Cross will be reborn on the corpse of the old country.

And in order to successfully complete this transition, we must first withstand the pressure from Daxia.

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New South City!

This is a new city, ruled by mixed-race people and filled with tool-mockers.

A small number of Holy Cross people played key positions and served as guides for the mixed-bloods.

When the Duke's order was issued, Xinnan City sent out an entire infantry regiment.

Infantry artillery! Infantry! Cars! Mules and horses!

In terms of configuration, this infantry regiment was no weaker than the garrison of the Great Xia Colony.

That is, it lacked large-caliber firepower, and its simple local firepower was even comparable to that of a field division.

Franz's target was not Xinnan City, but several villages that served as the development base of Xinnan City.

Yes, it should be called villages instead of tribes.

Facts have proved that under the threat of guns and artillery, laziness does not exist at all.

These conquered tribes were stationed with mixed-bloods and naturalized blacks to forcibly change local customs, develop farming, and educate the tools.

It only took a few years to obtain a semi-civilized territory, and the war potential was greatly increased.

Similar methods have spread in the New World.

Many of the survivors of the four countries opened up territories in the wild.

A large country like the New Holy Cross Kingdom can be considered a small country.

A small country may have a population of dozens or hundreds, living in a corner.

This colonial model is naturally very popular.

When Franz saw the first semi-naturalized village in front of him, he did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

In his eyes, the houses with mud as the main structure in front of him were simply the product of the primitive era, which was completely in line with the situation of tool hunters.

But the experienced slave hunters had already realized that something was wrong.

Hubble did not bother to advise Franz, crawled forward, took off the telescope around his neck and began to investigate.

This tribe was not right. Although it seemed that there were still mostly mud houses, there were brick-concrete structures at key nodes. He even saw several trenches and low bunkers, which were common means to prevent artillery bombardment.

How could a group of tool hunters have such awareness?

As he was watching, he found an enemy with brown skin color sticking out of the trench, and the other party also found him.

Not good, Hubble's scalp was numb, and the sense of crisis was like a shadow.

Bang!

Hubble rolled around awkwardly, then retreated quickly with the help of plants.

"There is a sharpshooter!"

He shouted, and the slave hunters who had already felt something was wrong were in a mess.

How could Toolmo have a sharpshooter? They didn't even have a shooter.

Such high-level talents can only be cultivated by large slave hunting groups, and their role is not to hunt Toolmo, but to fight with peers.

But the gunshot just now has already explained the problem.

The Wolf Gang is also very famous, and everyone believes in Hubble's judgment.

Franz knew that there was an accident even if he had no experience.

He got off the horse, waited for Hubble to come in front of him, and hurriedly asked: "What's the situation?"

Hubble felt bitter in his heart. Sure enough, this job was not that simple.

But this noble lord must not be in trouble. This is something that Good entrusted to him. He must not make any mistakes whether it is for official or private reasons.

"I suspect this is not Toolmo's tribe, this is the pioneering base of the fallen."

The colony has been doing business with the remnants in the wild, and even some small territories bordering it will join Daxia.

But in this direction, I am afraid that there are only the remnants of the Holy Cross who have tarnished the glory of God and polluted the noble bloodline. Outsiders call them the Fallen.

Hubble has heard of them, but has never dealt with them.

After briefly explaining to Franz what the Fallen are, he sighed and said, "It is rumored that the territory of the Fallen is very far away, but I didn't expect that the colony has already bordered them.

Sir, we have to leave now. There should be many military talents among the remnants of the Holy Cross Kingdom, and their combat effectiveness will not be much worse than the regular army of the empire."

Hubble is self-aware. He is a mob, and he can easily bully the natives, but he will probably kneel down when he encounters the regular army.

Especially according to rumors, the Fallen also have their own industrial system, which may be a big trouble.

Franz was confused. His first reaction was how could it be possible, and then he realized that there was a problem.

"Damn thing, how dare you plot against me?"

He was very angry. Did he really think that he, a royal relative, was a decoration?

Of course, the most urgent thing is to go back alive and retreat?

"No, we must attack and capture the tribe ahead. Only then can we defend on the spot and have a chance of survival.

This is really the territory of the Holy Cross Kingdom. They must have discovered us long ago. We can't run away. "Franz cheered up and showed the style of a military noble. No matter how dandy or useless he was, he had received military training since he was a child and had been vomiting in various theoretical courses.

The current military nobles have not yet begun to degenerate.

The formal military school courses and the family's secrets, the adult children are much better than the graduates of the military school.

The key is that there is an opportunity to practice.

No matter how useless Franz is, he has trained the family's private soldiers and even participated in military operations.

In the early years, in Derek's era, the Knights frequently suppressed bandits and trained knights.

Therefore, facing the chaotic slave-hunting team, Franz drew out the pistol at his waist and fired three shots into the sky.

"Listen to me, the people in front are the Holy Cross. There is no doubt about their military literacy. Running away is definitely a dead end.

I... Franz Perez, a direct descendant of the Marquis family, the nephew of the Queen, and the cousin of His Majesty the Crown Prince Qin. I brought a radio, and the colonial government dared not let me die here.

Attack with me, take down the tribe in front of us, and we will defend on the spot and wait for rescue.

In the name of Perez, whether the imperial citizens who died in the battle or came back alive with me will be properly compensated. "

Franz quickly grasped the situation. The name of the Perez family is still useful, and the identity of His Majesty's nephew is also full of gold.

Everyone trusts Perez. This is the military noble of the empire, the Northern Knight Family. Fighting... they are professional.