OBS Chapter 731: The Knights of St. George
Chapter 731: The Knights of St. George
Chapter 731: The Knights of St. George
"Nina!"
Giuliano was a little bit incredulous. He pushed aside the crowd blocking his way, walked up quickly, and looked excitedly at the familiar yet unfamiliar wolf girl with short blue-gray hair standing behind Leon.
His lips trembled, and he opened his mouth several times, but thousands of words converged into just one sentence: "I'm back."
"Well, I'm back."
Cherinina's voice was very faint, but people who knew her could still hear the waves of emotion in her.
"Very good. Very good."
Giuliano was at a loss, he had never even thought that he would have a chance to see his daughter again in his lifetime. He missed her so much that he couldn't even send a telegram or a letter.
He sometimes felt regretful. If he had chosen to be a good father instead of liberating the wolf tribe and rebuilding a foundation in the New World, he would not have ended up in such a lonely situation now.
"Except for your hair, you're pretty much the same as before."
Cherinina touched her short hair and said sullenly, "It was burned in the battle, so I just cut most of it off. Father, to you, we haven't seen each other for twenty years, but to us, it's only been half a year."
Several centurions present came up and greeted her excitedly, "Long time no see, Ms. Jeanne. I went to France a few years ago and asked the locals about you. Where have you been all these years?"
"Ms. Prajna, I didn't expect that we would have the chance to meet again."
After being reminded by his tribesmen, Giuliano quickly calmed down and welcomed them solemnly: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to meet you again, but I'm sure the situation must be very bad to trouble you to come with me, right?"
The last time a group of people came together, it was to resist the old wolf tribe expeditionary force. This time, it will definitely not be easy.
Jeanna nodded and said, "It's really bad. You guessed right. The enemy is the British. If the situation is not right, the Mexicans may also come to get a piece of the pie."
"There is really a vicious tiger in front and a jackal behind."
The old patriarch sighed lightly. Although he had guessed it before, the confirmation of the news still made him feel even more heavy-hearted. Thirty years of hard work might all go to waste in one day. Who could remain calm?
Jeanna smiled brightly: "Look at the bright side. With our help, you can take this opportunity to show off your Texas prowess. This may be a great opportunity for you to achieve rapid development."
The old patriarch could only say: "I hope so."
The French had already lost their fulcrum in America. If they could show the power of the Texas Wolf Tribe in this battle, they would have proven themselves to the French and qualified themselves to be a nail driven into the British American colonies.
In order to fight against Britain and Germany and gain hegemony over the European continent.
The French were willing to provide strong support even to the gigantic Tsarist Russia, so supporting a tiny country like Texas would not be a problem. However, by that time, Texas would inevitably drift further and further away from the word "independence".
The centurions on the side laughed: "Chief, Ms. Jeanna and the young lady are all here, what else do you have to worry about!"
"Yes, it's worth dying to be able to fight alongside Ms. Jeanne again!"
Jeanne rolled her eyes, looked at the familiar, enthusiastic faces, and said with a smile: "Don't say such unlucky words. After we win this battle, we will get drunk together!"
Fulin at the side couldn't help but mutter, "Don't let others say unlucky things. What you said is even more unlucky than what he said."
"By the way, where's Mr. Losa?"
After the old patriarch calmed down, he realized that although Captain Losa's strength was average, he had a respected status and his position was absolutely top-notch. With him around, he felt reassured.
Jeanna shook her head: "I don't know, but he should be here soon."
My master can now transform into a real dragon normally. Even if there is still a sea between us like last time, he can still fly over.
"Who are these others?"
Giuliano looked at the unfamiliar faces in the group.
Jeanna couldn't help laughing and asked, "Mr. Giuliano, don't you think that person looks familiar?"
Giuliano followed Jeanna's gaze and the confusion on his face quickly turned into astonishment.
Shreveport, Louisiana.
Riding on the back of Eclipse, Lothar urged his mount on and walked slowly across this land full of exotic charm.
This is a border town, mainly engaged in cotton planting. Due to the developed river transportation, it is also considered a large city in Louisiana. Walking on the small road, Losa can clearly see the black slaves tied with iron chains living in the shacks on the plantation.
Judging from their body shapes, they seem to be quite strong, so I guess their meals are pretty good on weekdays, at least filling their stomachs is not a problem.
Losa only looked a few more times, and then the supervisor holding a whip and carrying a gun looked at him with a pair of sinister eyes.
He also looked away. The Thirteen Colonies failed to gain independence, and their industry did not develop. They were still mainly based on plantation industry. Naturally, there was no Civil War and no Emancipation Proclamation. Of course, even if there was such a declaration, Louisiana, as a southern state, would most likely not abide by it.
On the outskirts of the town, there are mostly dilapidated two-story buildings made of stone and wood.
Hearing the sound of Eclipse's horse hooves, some prying eyes came from behind the window.
Lothar didn't care about this and continued walking towards the town center.
When he arrived at the center of the town, Losa saw some brick and stone buildings with decent decoration. They were lined up on the side of the road, with various signs of wine glasses, scales, clothes, bread, etc. hanging outside the doors. This was probably the commercial street of that era.
Since it was night, there were not many pedestrians on the street. Only a few bars and brothels had their lights on and were bustling with people. The lively noise could be heard through the wooden doors.
There were several black public carriages parked outside the door. Sitting in the back of the carriage, the coachman wearing a felt hat was waiting for his employer boredly.
In this town, Losa did not see any steampunk style, and the glory of the industrial age seemed to have never shone here at all.
He had come all the way to Shreveport, so he had certainly not taken the wrong road.
He was not a directionally challenged person and had been to Texas before. Although the place had changed a lot in the past twenty years, it was not so much that he could not recognize it at all. However, he still chose this road that was in the opposite direction to Fort Wolf.
He was the captain of yesterday's giant ship. Although he played a significant role in the last defense of Texas, he really did not deserve the title.
This time, it could barely be considered a "return home in glory". As Cerinina's boss, he felt that he should also bring a big gift to Giuliano.
Not far away, a man tugged at the sheriff's sleeve: "That's him, an outsider wandering the streets late at night, acting suspiciously, he must be a spy from Texas."
"Hey, man, stand there!"
Wow, the security in this colony is pretty good.
Should we say it is the coastal provinces, not the lawless interior and the west? Or is it that these border towns have become alert because of the coming war?
Losa couldn't help laughing and said, "I was just worried that no one would ask for information. You came just in time."
He walked straight toward the sheriff, who was wearing a black uniform and brass buttons.
"Stop, if you come any closer I'll shoot!"
The sheriff drew his revolver from his waist and shouted a warning.
boom--
White smoke rose from the black powder, revealing an unharmed man behind it.
He spread out his hands, threw the yellow bullet to the ground, and then showed a kind smile: "Don't worry, guys, I just want to ask for directions."
As he spoke, he threw a piece of armor hanging on the saddle, which was printed with the emblem of St. George slaying the dragon, to the ground.
A moment later, the sheriff, who had just recovered from his shock, looked at the man's departing back.
The tall giant horse, illuminated by the roadside gas lamps, was stretched out very long, looking like a monster from hell.
"Sheriff, why did that evil guy ask about the location of the Knights of St. George? Could it be that he wants to attack the Knights?"
The sheriff swallowed subconsciously and said, "No matter what he wants to do, he is dead. Tonight, a big shot has come to the Knights' headquarters. It is said that he is the Knight Commander appointed by Her Majesty the Queen herself!"