Chapter 637 Battle of Murburg

"Go to Eton?" Lister shook his head, "This is not a good idea!"

Sylvia was very puzzled, "Why?"

Lister explained: "The chaos is not over yet!"

"Chaos?"

"Yes, chaos!" Lister said seriously, "The Grand Duke recognized the status of the caster. This is a very bold decision, but it still caused confusion in domestic thoughts. Although everyone hates the church, hundreds of years of stereotypes are not so easy to eliminate."

Sylvia's face was covered with a shadow, as if things were not as good as imagined.

Liszt persuaded her, "Since you have returned to the Horn Bay, I suggest you stay here - Lion Harbor - first, at least it is safe here."

The witch hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay."

Liszt felt happy, and asked, "You plan to investigate the Principality of Eaton, do you want yourself and your friends to move back to the Horn Bay?"

Sevilla replied, "I have this plan, after all, the Horn Bay was our former home."

"Well~~" Liszt said with some regret, "You should settle down in the Northwest Bay, this war is so long that you can't see the end at a glance."

"Why?" Sevilla was shocked.

After all, although she is a witch, she also longs for a peaceful and quiet life in her heart. If the war in the Horn Bay continues, no matter how the country here treats the caster, the Horn Bay is not a good place to live.

She said anxiously, "I have been collecting news from Horn Bay in Fulan Port. It is said that the army of the Horn Bay Alliance is advancing inland. They have won several battles and are about to approach Collins' land."

"But..." Lister shook his head, "I don't think they will go smoothly all the time. Just like a sharp arrow shot out, even if it has power at the moment of shooting, its flight will also end. What's more, the Church is backed by the Holy See."

Sevilla said dissatisfiedly, "You are too pessimistic!"

Just then, there was a beeping sound at the door of the office.

Lister invited the person outside to come in. It was a staff member of the City Hall. He handed Lister a document.

After the staff member left, Lister opened the document and quickly browsed through it.

"Oh, I am such a crow's mouth."

Lister's expression was complicated, and there was more surprise on the whole.

He was about to hand the document to Sevilla, who was in doubt, but he took it back immediately.

"I'm sorry, I'm a public official now, and I need to stipulate that I can't show you internal documents."

"Tsk!" Sylvia was very disdainful.

Lister raised his eyebrows again, "But the content itself is not marked with confidentiality, so I can tell you."

Sylvia frowned and shouted: "Friedrich, don't keep me in suspense!"

"My words came true, the Holy See took action."

Sylvia's eyes were wide open because of shock.

Lister raised the document in his hand, "It's the latest news from the front line. The allied army was defeated under Murburg."

"It's only one step away from Collins' capital!"

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Looking at the two armies fighting in front, Queller Foster's heart was always tense.

General Vasquez beside him also stared at the battlefield, his eyes motionless.

In front of them, the sound of fighting was boiling. The Protestant Army and the Crusaders formed rows of echelon-style columns. Once the front rows of the two sides came into contact, they began to fight. When one or both sides were too tired or suffered too many casualties, the front row retreated, and the row behind them pushed forward, and then a new round of fighting began.

See which side can't hold on first.

Overall, the Protestant army has the advantage. There are still five complete rows of columns in the middle of the army, but there are only three rows on the Crusaders side, and only the first two rows are complete. The third row is sparse.

"We will win in a short while."

General Vasquez said with emotion, "This damn war will finally see the light of day. Capturing the Fort of Mel is equivalent to opening the door to the city of Collins. By then, the Horn Bay Church will be in our hands."

"This is thanks to your good leadership."

Queller praised General Vasquez.

The general's answer was somewhat modest: "To be honest, if the Crusaders had not invested too many resources in the detachment that raided from the north, we would not have been able to reach a place so close to the city of Collins."

The Kingdom of Collins is called the city of Collins. Among these small countries densely distributed in the Horn Bay, it is very common for the country name to be the name of the capital.

"General, seeing that victory is imminent, why don't you send the reserve troops to reap the fruits of victory at once?"

"Oh, my child, the battlefield is full of variables, and you must always keep a trump card to deal with unexpected events."

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one content, one book, one bar!

General Vasquez patiently explained to him, "Do you know what I am most worried about now?"

"Please explain, General."

General Vasquez began to remind his juniors, "What I am most worried about now is that the Holy See will intervene at our last moment."

"Oh, my God, who are those people?"

There were bursts of exclamations from other officers around them, which attracted Vasquez and Quiller to look in the direction they pointed.

A brand-new army was slowly approaching the battlefield with neat steps.

Vasquez was extremely surprised, "Who are they... They are not ours. Could it be that the Crusaders have reinforcements?"

Quiller shook his head, "Didn't the newspaper say that there were no reinforcements?"

A terrible thought appeared in the minds of both of them at the same time. They looked at each other, the Holy See?

As the army approached, everyone saw their specific situation clearly. Their first impression of the strange army was that they were well-equipped.

Almost everyone was wearing armor, and the armor rate was very high. They all held shining weapons in their hands.

Under the sunlight, the entire army formation was almost shining with gold.

"They are coming towards us!"

Quiller shouted, "General, give the order, I will lead the reserve to stop them."

Vasquez looked at the approaching Holy See army with a complicated look.

Finally, he sighed helplessly and ordered: "Quiller Foster, go! Be sure to stop them, the key to victory is in your hands!"

"Yes!" Quiller nodded heavily, urged the horse under his crotch, and left in a gust of wind.

But the shadow immediately enveloped the Protestant army.

Seeing the enemy army coming to help, the front army that was fighting panicked.

The morale of the originally shaky Catholic army was greatly boosted.