amaotonovel Chapter 241 The Battle of Naples
Chapter 241 The Battle of Naples
"Do we know we're going to fight?"
"I mean, are we really going to have to face the Holy Army?"
“Of course, what else? Since we chose to come to Naples, it is to fight against the Holy Army. Didn’t I say it long ago? Zams, since you chose to come with me, then... be prepared to die and kill.”
Behind the hill, the group remained silent. The Roman People's Army had raised its banner, and as expected, it had incurred the hostility and attack of the Church.
The Papacy will not allow its people to rebel against it. Compared to the demons on the other side of the Holy Line, what troubles the bishops of the Church more now and is regarded as a major threat is the Roman Liberation Front.
From the day the broadcast began, the church was horrified to discover that the saints had already turned against the church. First the brave, then the saints, those who tried to turn the tide would inevitably end up on the path of confrontation with the church.
The bishops frantically mobilized every army they could muster, whether it was a well-trained, modern holy army or a medieval garrison.
In short, the bishops realized the seriousness of the situation. They would use every means to strike down and destroy this so-called regime, which was a real threat to their rule, not the demon race that had already made pacts with various countries.
However, not all bishops thought this way; they still believed it was the result of the demons. From another perspective, this wasn't entirely wrong; anyone who came into contact with the demons was inevitably "bewitched" by them.
But the defection of the saints still has a huge impact. Once regarded as the saviors of the Papacy and the embodiment of all virtues and piety, they have now chosen to turn against the Church, which makes people think.
Whose problem is it, really?
At least for now, no one within the Vatican dares to think about it, or rather, dare to express it. The Inquisition has grown incredibly powerful, and now, with the rebellion of the saints, it seems they have even more power to control everything.
Today, no one dares to deny that war is about to break out on the peninsula. Will Naples be able to hold the line, or will it be a futile effort to stop the inevitable?
"When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass; when the enemy tires, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue... Now—now!"
The terrain around Napoli, or even the entire Sacred Peninsula, is not very flat. The Apennine Mountains and various hills divide this narrow peninsula into sections, and the mountains, hills, and forests make it a perfect area for guerrilla tactics.
"Scout!"
A young man, panting, ran back, wearing a green, white, and red paper flower, a symbol of Rome worn by everyone in the revolutionary ranks.
"how?"
"A regiment of the Holy Army is stationed in Lower Dege Village and is currently setting up camp."
"The people of Xia Dege Village..."
"They've already moved to the city center ahead of schedule."
"Very well, gentlemen, let's go, take the incendiary bombs and explosives!"
"Sir, I met a lady who said she wants to come with us to take a look."
"Who?"
She claimed to be a wandering magician...
"But... never mind, she has to catch up herself, so as not to interfere with our operations!"
"it is good."
A girl wearing a witch's hat tilted her head as she emerged from a magic shop deep in the mountains. She bumped into the army and looked at the strange short spears in their hands. These weapons contained some magic, but it was very weak.
The witch was curious about who they were going to fight, after all, long ago, when she hid herself in the deep mountains, the Church had ruled the entire Roman peninsula.
She dislikes the church and wants to find her companion. It was the church that separated the witch from her loved ones. Now, her magic is far greater than it used to be.
The People's Army squad crossed the stream and the forest. The witch looked at the group of men and women who were not dressed in fancy clothes. She talked with a few of them and learned that they were now fighting against the church's army.
"The Church? Heh~ What a small world! Alright, I can lend you a hand~"
The witch waved her wand and laughed, "Magicians are undoubtedly the main force in war, aren't they?"
As the squad infiltrated into the night, the witch discovered that, without her noticing, the way people fought had changed drastically. These ordinary people, wielding short spears, had lowered their bodies, crouching, and were aiming their spears at the distant church army.
boom!
A deafening, magical sound erupted, and the witch saw soldiers in the distance fall to the ground. Tilting her head, she became interested in the short spears. She waved her staff, chanted a spell, and then—
Boom!
Lightning struck, high voltage raged across the earth, dozens of soldiers went into shock, collapsed, and died from the electric shock, and beads of sweat appeared on the witch's face.
"Well then, I'm known as the greatest magician of all time! Worship me as you please!"
"Miss Witch! Lower your body!"
A People's Army soldier lunged at the witch, and in that brief moment, the witch saw in the distance a huge cylinder spewing flames and smoke.
"Fire! Spread out! Do not enter the infantry gun's firing range!"
Miss Witch struggled to stand up, but she saw that the back of the person rushing towards her was already a bloody mess, and she sensed that the warrior in front of her was already out of life.
"Elme! Damn it! Miss Witch, keep your body low! Don't stand up! Do you have a way to destroy that infantry cannon?"
Miss Witch was stunned. She sat on the ground, bullets flying around her head. The People's Army squad had indeed successfully harassed the garrison in the village, but the Holy Army, having reacted, set up artillery against them, and in an instant, People's Army soldiers fell one after another.
"wreck?"
Miss Witch nodded. Several methods were in her mind. She slapped her face, and the burning sensation woke her up. She gripped her staff and began chanting a spell.
"Cover the witch!"
A soldier threw an incendiary bomb, but it didn't hit the enemy's position. Fortunately, the Holy Army didn't have time to dig trenches either. The two sides exchanged fire through obstacles and trees. The witch's voice trembled slightly, but she still managed to finish the spell.
"high temperature!"
Magic was forged into energy, heating the air and forming flames, which then swept across the artillery positions. The fiery tornadoes left behind flames that ignited the stockpiled gunpowder and ammunition, and the violent explosions destroyed the Holy Army's positions.
Miss Witch felt exhausted. This level of magic was a devastating spell that many magicians could only cast a few times in their lifetime, but for her it was just a spell that consumed a lot of energy.
A pair of hands pulled her off the battlefield. The People's Army squad needed to retreat. Miss Witch was panting heavily. A strong man saw Miss Witch's expression, picked her up, and quickly left the battlefield.
"Battle Report: On March 21, 660, the 2nd Platoon of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Independent Regiment of the 1st Legion of the Roman People's Army launched a harassment attack on the Holy Army's position located in the village of Lower Deg. During the battle, a secondary explosion destroyed an enemy artillery battalion, killing and wounding 165 enemy soldiers. The battalion itself suffered 30 casualties. The above is the report."