Chapter 391： The day of war (2/2)

Then he stood up and walked to the door, but before he was about to push the door, Gao Wen suddenly stopped him behind him: "Mr. Wright."

Wright stopped and turned to look back: "Lord?"

"It’s not the same for your church compatriots on the battlefield, and a fight in the countryside." Gao Wen looked at Wright’s eyes with a calm tone. “Do you really think about this?”

"I think, lord," Wright said very seriously. "On the battlefield, they are the real enemy."

"Not only do you want to think about this," Gao Wen said seriously. "I hope that you can think of another question before facing them... you believe in the Holy Light, or the Holy Light."

This sentence seems to have greatly touched Wright. This tall priest suddenly fell into a short silence. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and bowed: "I will think about it, the lord." ""

"Do you really let the big man go?" After Wright left, Amber couldn't help but curiously ask, "You have to know that he has no glory now, and he is basically an ordinary person except the big man. Or is it an ordinary person who has not received training from the Combat Corps... A person who has not touched the ray gun will not have problems on the battlefield?"

"So I asked him to go to the medical team, and I believe that even with Wright's skill, even if he didn't have the light, he also had the ability to protect himself." Gao Wen shook his head. "Let him go. He is a believer, always give him a Opportunity, let him test what he believes."

In the spring of 736 in the spring of Ansu, on the last day of the month of recovery, a horse riding a high horse, hanging the emblem of the Earl of Hosman, and carrying a black and red flag, ran into the checkpoint of Sesil along the south bank of the White River.

The messenger was intercepted at the level, and the letter he brought was sent to Gao Wen in an hour.

In the lord's house, Gao Wen took the letter he had been waiting for from Amber. This is an officially formal, even grand, letter. It is sealed in a paint tube with gold thread. Tough light parchment and spiced ink are written, and between the gorgeous fancy fonts and the noble grammar of the mouth, the long-awaited content of Gao Wen is written.

Amber curiously gathered half a head from Gao Wen and looked at the contents of the parchment. She saw a diplomatic book with extraordinarily polite words but no friendly content.

Earl of Hosman and forty-three lords with a glorious title and orthodox bloodline in the south, greet the Duke of Govin Cecil, and solemnly protest the recent interruption of the supply of alchemy pharmacy; strictly protesting the skyrocketing prices of ore and mining machinery and metal products Severely protesting the deprivation of the privileged privileges of the Cecil family and the violation of the surrounding territories; demanding that the Cecil family immediately stop the destruction of the aristocratic order, restore the aristocratic privileges in the territory, and re-regulate the behavior of the inhabitants in the territory to prevent This bad atmosphere continues to spread and affects the ethos of other territories...

They also listed Cecil’s constant recruitment of refugees throughout the South, the promotion of deviant laws, the acceptance of heretical believers suspected of cults, the massive release of slaves, the arrest of “sincere and legitimate businessmen”, conspiracy to subvert Kant’s collar, and the murder of former Kant. The Viscount and the cult rumors and other murders, a lot of crimes, true and false, even more than a dozen, so that amber is amazing.

In the end, the letter finally revealed the "willingness to use force to negotiate" in order to maintain order.

Amber looked at Gao Wen seriously and read the letter carefully, and then saw Gao Wen's face lightly picking up the handwriting pen.

She curiously asked: "Do you want to write a reply?"

Gao Wen shook his head and wrote a word at the end of the letter:

Have read.

"Go to the messenger," Gao Wen re-rolled the parchment into the paint can and handed it to the stunned amber. "It's still early, let him go back to life - he will not leave him for lunch." ”

"You write a word?!" Amber seems to still not believe what he saw and confirmed again and again, "This is a gauntlet! Is the normal aristocrat not going back and forth to play a dozen or so mouths at this time?"

"That's enough," Gao Wen said with a smile. "As for other responses... Count Horsman will see it."

Amber left with a "return" in confusion, and in the military workshop of the machinery factory, under the personal control of Nicholas Eggs, a heavy-track accelerated projectile was firmly settled in the shell.

On the smooth surface of the shells, a new line of stamped words is clearly identifiable -

Hello, the other side, this is our argument.

On the last day of the month of recovery, the news of the assassination of the King and the revenge of the Duke of the East was still on the road, but the first war that brought Ansu to change has begun.