allonlinenovel Chapter 141 Reaction
Chapter 141 Reaction
"The natives holding wood defeated the nobles of Midland?"
After reading the letter from Charlie, John fell into deep thought. The man named Esa was most likely an apostle. He strengthened the wood with the power of the apostles, making them more powerful than metal weapons. At the same time, he united the natives into a legion through something, and trained the chiefs of the former imperial remnants, so that they could win the battle with Mitlan.
"A year has passed, and I finally found the third Behelet." John certainly did not forget the Warhammer mission issued by the system, but due to the war and the small number of apostles, it was difficult for him to make any progress. However, since the apostle revealed himself today, it would be impossible for him to escape again.
So John wrote to Charles asking him to report more information about the natives and then reply to him whether to send troops.
The letter soon returned to Charles, but Charles didn't know where to start at this time, because he had never even seen the natives. Helplessly, he left Saint-Remy with more than a hundred cavalrymen and headed north to the territory of Oise where the accident first happened.
After entering the territory of Vaz, the only things on the road were the bodies of the Mitlan people and the burned villages. Occasionally, you could see a large number of human-shaped charred bodies nestled against the doors and windows of the houses. It was obvious that the natives did not break their promise and killed people as they said they would, and they slaughtered the Mitlan people in a nearly abusive manner, regardless of whether they were men, women, or young.
But what is surprising is that there are still survivors in this land. After seeing their homes and villages become like this, they can only silently bury their relatives whose bodies are still intact, and then flee to other territories.
Thanks to the survivors' guidance, Charlie found the city of Oise and the battlefield.
The battlefield was still in its original state, with corpses of men and horses and weapons scattered everywhere. Charles even saw Count Oise and his nobles, of course, only their heads were left stuck on wooden stakes, rotten and almost unrecognizable.
However, Charlie discovered that the natives did not reclaim the bodies of their compatriots. They just took off all their equipment, leaving behind even the wooden weapons used by the natives.
Charlie pointed his sword at a native corpse and stabbed it in. With a "swish" sound, the sword was easily inserted into the native corpse.
"Fortunately, these natives are not invulnerable to swords and guns." Charlie sighed with relief. If he were faced with tens of thousands of natives who were invulnerable to swords and guns, he would definitely not take this job.
"The natives are ordinary people, but how can I find out the weapons in their hands?" Charlie was thinking as he walked on the battlefield. Suddenly, he found a Midland soldier who was shot in the neck by an arrow. Looking at the rough wooden arrow made by the natives, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, if weapons are not enough, arrows will be fine. They are made of the same material." After thinking about how to obtain the material, Charlie immediately ordered people to collect the arrows from the bodies of the Midland soldiers, and left this place of trouble with the arrows.
With the departure of Charlie and others, the Territory of Watts completely became a deserted place. However, perhaps in a few years, those who could not survive would gather here again, and then villages, towns, and wheat fields would appear on this land again.
Charles returned to Saint-Remy and immediately began to experiment with an arrow from a native.
"You, use all your strength to chop this arrow with a knife. If you cut it off, I will give you a reward." Charlie pointed at a mercenary and said to him.
"Okay!" Upon learning that there was a reward, the mercenary immediately took his newly sharpened knife and walked to the arrow, aimed at the arrow shaft and chopped it down. With a "clang" sound, the arrow was not cut off. The mercenary picked up the arrow in disbelief, only to find that his previous attack only left a small dent on the arrow.
The mercenary, who didn't believe in evil, chopped several times in succession, but still failed to cut off the arrow that seemed to break easily to outsiders.
"What a waste! Let me do it!" Charlie pushed the mercenary away and ordered his men to take out his battle axe. The battle axe was a double-edged axe about 1.5 meters long. Charlie held the axe handle with both hands, took a deep breath, and then raised the axe above his head.
"Open it for me!" As Charlie roared, the raised axe hit the arrow handle as powerfully as Charlie's roar, splashing a cloud of dust around.
After the dust settled, everyone came over to take a look and discovered that the arrow, which had been cut through by several swords, was directly split into two pieces by Charlie, and a deep mark was also left on the ground below by Charlie.
"Boss, you're so strong!"
“That’s awesome!”
"Thank you for the compliment." Charlie put away the axe and moved his wrist. The moment the axe touched the arrow handle, Charlie felt that this arrow was much harder than the other arrows. He used all his strength to cut the arrow in half.
Looking at the pile of arrows next to him, Charlie decided to see if there was any other way to destroy these arrows.
Pure brute force would definitely not work, so Charlie invited a botany professor from a local church school to discuss how to reduce the hardness of the wood.
After trying several methods, including soaking, stewing, and adding chemicals, Charlie finally ran out of options and stopped the experiment.
"Sir, what do you think we should do with these arrows?" asked the mercenary at the side.
Looking at the pile of arrows in front of him, Charlie became more and more annoyed, and said:
"Whatever, bury it, burn it... wait a minute!"
Charlie was shocked and said, "Yes, why didn't you think of burning these things?" He immediately ordered his men to put some of the arrows into the fire.
Seeing the arrow in the flame gradually turn black, Charlie's eyes filled with tears. He finally found the weakness. However, as time passed, the arrow only turned black but did not turn into fragments. Helpless, Charlie could only write a letter to John to explain the characteristics of the indigenous weapons.
While Charlie was busy, other forces in Midlan were also busy. The first of them was the target of the natives' attack - the King of Midlan.
But he was not panicked at all at this time. For decades, the reason why the Yoda people had not reached the central part of the kingdom was not only because of the soldiers fighting bloody battles on the front line, but also because of the numerous castles scattered around Windam that guarded the safety of Windam, not to mention Windam's complete city defense and large number of troops.
When King Midlan saw this information, he simply sighed that governing a country was not easy, and asked the troops in various places to remain on alert before continuing to devote himself to state affairs. If Wendam was really defeated by a group of natives without any siege equipment, then he would be a great failure as a king.
On the contrary, the reaction from the church was more intense.
"Bang!" The archbishop slammed his fist on the table. He had just received news that his confidant in the city of Vaze had been killed by the natives. That was a talent he had cultivated with great difficulty, and he was planning to entrust him with important tasks after his term of office ended.
"Unforgivable!" the archbishop gnashed his teeth and said. Then he sat back at his desk, picked up a pen and paper, and said, "We must make them pay the price." He wrote something fiercely on the paper, and after he finished writing, he put it in an envelope and said to the outside:
"Somebody come!"
Immediately, a servant waiting outside the door pushed the door open and asked:
"My lord, what is the matter?"
"Take this letter to Franche-Comté and give it to Pros. It is time to show the world the power of God's army."