: Two Heavens of Worry and Joy

Bishop Francis walked on the river bank of the Po River with his hands behind his back. Although his steps were neither tight nor slow, everyone could feel his anger.

"This is a trick, these pagan devils, this is their trick!"

Although it had been several days since Zhao Fubo cleared the entire striker on the water, Bishop Francis's face was still dark and his bearded man was raised, and he didn't like anyone, as if someone owed him money.

"Battler Buyer Bishop Bardoro, what's the hell, this bastard..."

Of course he could not say this, after all, he was the bishop. Because after hearing the Battle of the Transition River, Bishop Bardoro fled with his Genoa men, the reason was that the powerful power of the demons must be reported to His Majesty Innocent IV in France.

Although his subordinates were only a few hundred people, losing this handicap was nothing to the Milan Crusaders. Even if the forward lost 5,000 people, even if the night attack had already lost nearly 10,000 people, it was still nothing to Bishop Francis.

"You dare not fight with us, you dare not fight with God face to face, you devils, come, come, fight with us!"

The autumn wind was no longer warm, but the close servant holding the cloak did not dare to approach Bishop Francis in anger at all. The way he did not avoid himself and shouted at the other side of the river had made him feel that he did not know the bishop in front of him, because he had never been angry with anything.

And the eunuch was scared because he brought even worse news.

Suddenly, a small boat seemed to be slowly leaning over the river. The eunuch's footsteps moved, but when he saw that the bishop did not move, he did not dare to move again. When he saw the people on the boat, he felt relieved.

"Sir, we have come to the opposite side to see. No one, except some corpses, has not one. The pagan devils ran away!"

"Running? Are you saying those bastards ran away?"

Bishop Francis asked in surprise, and he couldn't believe that the archer sent out would bring him this news. Originally, he planned to send someone to see the situation. If possible, he would cross the remaining 50,000 troops across the river at the same time.

According to some archers who jumped into the river and swam back, the other party had only more than 2,000 people, which was not as many as Bishop Francis sent to the Break Fort. If the four routes were really attacking together, it would be no difficulty to eat the small army of more than 2,000 people.

But now these guys have run away, how can Bishop Francis swallow this breath?

"Yes, Master Bishop, they ran away. We explored a lot, but we couldn't find them. I guess they had used these few times to run away!"

Bishop Francis pondered for a moment, he didn't understand why the cavalry he arranged for at the Break Fort did not come out. However, the opponent's escape might indicate one thing, that is, the cavalry had appeared behind them and cut off their supplies.

"Run, I'll see where you run!"

He said fiercely, turned his face and ordered his eunuch to send an order to our army to try to cross the river tonight, we..."

As he was speaking, the archer who had just returned reported another problem, which made Bishop Francis feel a little happy.

"Sir, we found a floating bridge on the river not far from here. If we cross the river, it might be more convenient there."

This sentence indeed made Bishop Francis happy. He had only one idea, which was to surround the army and eat the pagans. Although he admitted that the opponent's force was very powerful, he absolutely did not think that good luck could not be defeated. At least in the military camp of the Milan Crusaders, there was no sign of morale collapse.

He turned his face and looked at the archers. He believed that the people he sent were all extremely devout disciples, the kind that would not compromise with the pagans.

"A bridge, won't that be a trap?"

The entire team of archers gestured toward the bridge.

"Sir, the bridge is there, very strong. And the construction method is very strange. It is not like our people do it. It is probably the means of pagans. We also suspect it is a trap, but the brothers searched nearby and found no traces of ambush!"

This report made Bishop Francis feel relieved, but because of the experience of crossing the river, he still became much more careful.

"Okay, let's send some people to cross the river first. If they guard the pontoon bridge, our army will cross the river."

But at this time, the eunuch who had been holding his cloak and following him quietly came to him, and even spoke quietly when he was talking.

"Big... Sir, I'm afraid..."

While speaking, the eunuch winked at several nearby archers, saying that the news should not be heard by others. Bishop Francis's mouth moved inconspicuously, and then turned into a smile.

"My children, you have done a good job. You have done it well and God will give you the work. Now go down and have a good rest. If I guess well, then we will cross the river soon!"

The archers were not fools, of course, it was obvious that Bishop Francis's servants had something to talk about with him. As ordinary priests, they should not be here.

"Our master, we have received the news from the church. Some people found Frederick II and his army near Milan!"

The news brought by the close servant made Bishop Francis feel uncomfortable. At this moment, he could cross the river, so the opponent's small team of 2,000 people used to involve him could not stop his attack at all.

"But do you want Milan City?"

This news kept him silent for a long time. Which one to choose to eliminate the pagans or lose Milan is really a dilemma. Bishop Francis asked in disbelief, as if he wanted to hear other news.

"Say it again, what news did you bring!"

The eunuch's concerns became aggravated. As Bishop Francis's eunuch, he knew that the bishop was not as kind as he seemed. He tried to resist the horror and bowed.
Chapter completed!