Rebirth of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao Becomes a God

Hearing this, the old woman's doubts gradually dissipated, replaced by a hint of surprise: "Oh, that's great! God finally opened his eyes! Erya, go get a piece of red cloth and hang it up quickly."

However, Erya looked embarrassed and whispered, "Mom, we don't have any red cloth at home now."

When the old woman heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then her eyes rolled, as if she suddenly thought of something. She turned around, walked quickly to the closet in the house, and carefully took out a brand new fiery red wedding dress.

"Mom, this... this is my sister's dowry!" Erya shouted in surprise.

The old woman gently stroked the beautiful wedding dress, with a trace of sadness and helplessness in her eyes: "Alas, Daya was captured by that hateful church to be a saint, and there has been no news of her until now, and I don't know if she can come back alive. Forget it, just hang up this wedding dress first, hoping it can bless our family with peace and safety." As she spoke, tears welled up in the corners of the old woman's eyes.

Fifteen minutes later, the artillery camp's cannons were already deployed at the street entrance, ready for battle.

I saw the 75mm infantry guns arranged neatly, and the black muzzles exuded a terrifying aura.

The battalion commander stood aside, his eyes cold and determined. He took a deep breath, then suddenly waved his hand and loudly gave the order to open fire!

In an instant, deafening artillery fire rang out, and shells whizzed out like meteors.

These shells were flying at almost level angles towards the houses that did not have red cloths hanging...

"Boom boom boom!" Accompanied by loud noises, the entire street was covered in flames and smoke produced by the explosions.

The originally peaceful neighborhood instantly turned into a living hell.

Most of the houses on the streets are built with wooden structures or tiles made from fired mud. How could they withstand such fierce artillery fire?

After a series of crackling sounds, the houses collapsed one after another, raising a cloud of dust.

Those who were hiding in the house had no time to react and were buried under the rubble along with the house. As for whether they were alive or dead, no one knew at this moment.

After a round of shelling ended, before the smoke had cleared, the soldiers quickly rushed forward to start the cleanup work.

After the devastating blow just now, it is basically difficult to encounter any effective resistance.

Zhang Sancai witnessed the remarkable results achieved by this tactic with his own eyes, and was overjoyed.

So he gave the order without hesitation: continue to advance in the same way, aiming at the core area of ​​the city - the towering, solemn cathedral.

At this moment, Bishop Popesel was standing high on the church, staring nervously through the watchtower at the thrilling battle at the city gate.

When he witnessed the horrifying and terrifying bombardment of the siege troops, his heart sank and he instantly realized that the city gate was no longer defensible.

The 2,800 brave soldiers defending the city suffered heavy casualties under the fierce artillery bombardment before they could even put up a chance to fight back, and almost no one was left.

The counterattack launched in the city was a desperate battle organized by the church and participated in by the vast number of Christians.

Every household of these white people was equipped with flintlock rifles. With a firm determination to protect their beliefs and homes, they bravely threw themselves into this life-and-death struggle.

However, the good times did not last long.

Just as a group of enemy troops successfully rushed into the city and were stubbornly repelled by the Christians in the city, a smile appeared on Popesl's face.

But before he could feel happy about it, the scene that came into his sight instantly extinguished the fire of hope that had just been ignited - he saw that the enemy was slowly approaching, dragging a number of strangely shaped mysterious cannons that had never been seen before.

With a deafening bang, just one shell easily destroyed a house completely.

What was even more bizarre was that the cannon seemed to be assisted by a god. Every time it fired, it accurately aimed at the houses where white people lived, making the already tense situation in the city even more critical.

At this moment, Bishop Popesel's heart was chilled to the core. He knew that the city was about to fall and there was no way to save it.

Now that things have come to this, the only chance of survival is to use the last life-saving trump card.

So Bishop Popesel made a prompt decision, turned around and left the church without hesitation, and climbed up a mountain not far from the church with quick steps.

Because halfway up the mountain, there is a little-known cave hidden...

In the cave, several oil lamps emitted a dim light. Although the light was a little dim, it was enough for people to see the winding road under their feet.

Popesel walked hurriedly in the cave with a torch in his hand.

After walking about three miles, he finally came to a relatively spacious place.

There stood a simple-looking house, which looked out of place in the cold and damp surroundings. Popesel took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then walked towards the closed door.

Standing in front of the door, he first gently tidied up his slightly messy clothes, then raised his hand, tapped the door lightly with his knuckles, and said in a low voice: "Cardinal, I am Popesel. I came here to report something very important to you in person!"

After a while, there was a slight noise coming from inside the house, and then the door slowly opened.

Two tall nuns dressed in black monastic robes appeared at the door. They were completely covered from head to toe, making it difficult to see their true appearance.

One of them looked at Popesel expressionlessly and said coldly, "The Cardinal invites you. Please follow us in."

Popesel hurriedly bowed and thanked them repeatedly, "Thank you, Saint!" Then he carefully followed the two mysterious saints, walked through a narrow corridor, and finally entered a simply decorated room.

When you enter the room, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge portrait hanging on the wall opposite the door - it is a picture of the crucifixion of Jesus nailed to the cross.

The Jesus in the painting has a pale face and blood flowing down his body, giving people a sense of solemnity.

Below this portrait, there is an old wooden table and several futons.

At this time, an old man in bright red monk's robe was sitting on one of the cushions with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in deep thought.