Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks

Chapter 840 - 64: The Clash Between Crusader Knights and Wolf Race Knights

"Take your equipment and prepare your mounts, we’re going down the mountain."

Leon led dozens of Texas cowboys, leading their horses out of the barracks.

"Where to?"

"To reconnaissance, of course. We need to find out exactly how many men, how many cannons, and how many land cruisers the enemy has — aren’t you one of Mr. Losa’s followers? Don’t you even have this bit of war experience?"

"If you don’t make it clear, how would I know what to do!"

Charles was speechless, although the concept of land cruisers was still new to him, he’d come to understand the combat style of this era over the past few days and could draw parallels, seeing firearms as more powerful crossbows.

Charles and a few medieval cavalry who possessed the Holy Radiance Seed, now converted to Holy Hall Knights, mounted their horses, and the group galloped over the iron suspension bridge connecting the mountain city to the outside world.

"Mr. Leon, shouldn’t we say a prayer first?"

"Pray? To whom?"

Leon felt a bit confused, after all, they were the Wolf Race, should they pray to Romulus?

"Of course, to the Heavenly Father!"

Baron Charles earnestly reminded, "He can protect us, allowing us to survive the hail of bullets."

Leon frowned, "Listen, Baron sir, I think humans are like machines, not that different from other mammals, so I never believed in God creating man."

He even denied God’s creation of man, let alone other ideas of the Church.

Baron Charles was puzzled, "How do you know that?"

"I’ve taken one apart myself... don’t look at me like that, haven’t you killed someone?"

Baron Charles sneered, "Killed, yes, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to see inside their bodies. Even if sometimes influenced by Dragon Blood, I wouldn’t deliberately desecrate the corpses of the dead. That’s sinful!"

"But only then does death have more meaning. You haven’t been through the Black Death, don’t understand the terror of disease. The Holy Radiance couldn’t save the plague victims. Heavenly Lord, True Father... no one is exempt from this. Only by understanding the human body can we find ways to eliminate the plague."

Leon explained, "Do you remember those field doctors when we went to the battlefield before? Without them, how many injured do you think could survive?"

Baron Charles frowned, having heard similar opinions from Bishop Urding as well. "You people’s physical constitution is different from ordinary people, it proves nothing. Moreover, our order’s monks are also skilled in using herbs to heal wounds, and Bishop Urding even cured His Majesty Baldwin’s leprosy."

Leon felt like he was talking to a wall, "Forget it... do you know Darwin?"

"Who is he?"

"A fellow of the Academy at Big Ben, known for his radical ideas. During his lifetime, the London Theological Community frequently debated his ideas, many conservative clergy even threatened to burn him at the stake, but I think what he said made a lot of sense."

Baron Charles looked suspicious, "What did he say?"

"That humans and monkeys have a common ancestor?"

"Nonsense, you’re the one born of a monkey."

Charles was so angry his face turned red, "You unbelievers, when you die, you’ll go to Hell."

"What, are you working as a missionary too?"

Leon felt both amused and helpless, Texas wasn’t devoid of churches, whether Baptist, Wesleyan, or even traditional Catholic, but in Texas, the Church’s influence had become completely secularized.

"I don’t have that capability."

He didn’t understand why the Holy Son had sent them to help a group of unbelievers. "If Bishop Urding were here, he could surely persuade you to convert to the true faith."

"Actually, we don’t need the esteemed bishop you admire. After hearing your words, we’ve already decided to convert."

Leon and his companions, smiling, drew a cross on their chests, "Hallelujah, may the Heavenly Father bless us, may we triumph, defeat the heretical British demons!"

This slogan clearly fit Baron Charles’s aesthetic. He praised "Hallelujah" and spurred his horse to join the Texas cowboys.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do, and now the cavalry under Losa’s command had also shed their heavy armor. After all, it couldn’t block the enemy’s bullets, although it could reduce the harm from shrapnel, stray bullets, and low-power bullets, its heavy weight was no longer cost-effective.

They now fought with sabers and short lances, with a few grenades hung on the saddlebag, but they were clearly still unaccustomed to this new way of fighting.

...

"How do you feel about this place?"

Losa patted his old friend Elmer on the shoulder, "I heard you’ve been getting along quite well with the Texans recently."

Elmer, in the midst of cleaning his firearms, hesitated and then laughed awkwardly, "Indeed, boss. I like it here. You know, I’m a Half-Blood Wolf Race, although the young lady favors me, the Saluzzo Family still values lineage."

As he spoke, his smile slowly faded, "But this place is different. Ordinary people, when they see the Wolf Race with ears and tails, don’t look at us with disdain or avoid us in fear. Purebloods no longer spit in disgust at the sight of a half-blood. I really like it here."

"If you like it, stay. I’ll talk to the young lady for you."

"Better not."

Though tempted, Elmer still shook his head, "The young lady has been kind to me, I can’t just abandon her. Actually, the situation with the Saluzzo Family isn’t great right now, the young lady has been worried for years."

"Tell me more?"

"There’s not much to say. The Wolf Lord is tightening control over the southern Wolf Race. As for the north... interference hasn’t increased, but the tension between the two neighboring countries is rising. If war breaks out, Northern Apennines could become a battlefield. Although many clansmen are eager for a final showdown with the humans, I see not even half a chance of winning."