Chapter 1553: Divine Oracle

At this time, Captain Gelin was hiding in the Small Tavern of Wanshang and Fang Dalong.

Kelinxi's rage did not reach him.

"These two are our friends from Longyan, Wanshang and Fang Dalong," Captain Gelin introduced.

Captain Qiaozhi bowed deeply, looking at Wanshang and Fang Dalong with full respect.

Wanshang and Fang Dalong glanced at Captain Qiaozhi; they had not yet had time to leave.

Captain Gelin and Captain Qiaozhi had rushed back.

"It's nothing."

"Just pay the money."

Wanshang and Fang Dalong said indifferently.

Captain Qiaozhi was stunned; he saw the look in Captain Gelin's eyes and understood—merchants are driven solely by profit.

Captain Gelin must have spent a great deal of money to save him.

After all, the price required to get Captain Gelin into that prison, known as the harshest in France, was absolutely immeasurable.

Thinking of this, a sense of gratitude welled up in Captain Qiaozhi's heart.

Having a brother like Captain Gelin, this life was worth it.

Watching the look in Captain Qiaozhi's eyes, Captain Gelin felt his skin crawl.

He wondered what was wrong with this guy and why he was looking at him like that.

Wanshang said coolly, "If you two have no other reason, then go back."

"The French Colonial Zone is not a place for you British to be right now."

Captain Gelin and Captain Qiaozhi turned serious.

"We have that intention too, but as you know, we..."

Wanshang interrupted Captain Gelin with a cold snort.

"That is out of the question."

Captain Gelin looked toward Fang Dalong, who also waved his hand.

Captain Gelin sighed.

Captain Qiaozhi looked at Captain Gelin in confusion and asked him what was wrong.

Captain Gelin lamented, "The world is not what it used to be; the two of us can only run back."

Captain Gelin glanced at the indifferent Wanshang and Fang Dalong.

He continued to sigh and moan; although Captain Gelin was a burly British man, at this moment, he twisted his waist like a young wife full of resentment.

"There really are no kind-hearted people; the Longyan are cold-blooded and heartless."

Wanshang couldn't stand it anymore and threw a bag of money on the ground.

"Take the money and get out."

Captain Gelin's face lit up with joy; he immediately went up to take it and pulled Captain Qiaozhi away.

Just as he was about to reach the door, Wanshang said coldly.

"This matter ends here; now only the money you owe me remains."

Captain Gelin's footsteps faltered, and he put away his previous playful expression: "No matter what, thank you both."

Wanshang and Fang Dalong turned their heads and waved their hands powerlessly.

The two left, and not long after, Wanshang and Fang Dalong also went their separate ways.

Meanwhile, in Poland, Europe.

After Prince Yong and Hamid occupied Poland City, they repelled several attacks by the Tsarist Russians.

Now they had broken through the encirclement of the Tsarist Russian and Austria Jun.

Prussia also gained a chance to breathe because of this.

It seemed that because of the winter, Tsarist Russia, Austria, and other countries all chose to call a truce.

The situation in Poland was now clear.

The Longyan and Ottoman Allied Forces occupied the territory south of Poland City.

The Polish royal family and Austria fought against Prussia together, but because the front line was stretched too thin.

The Austria Jun were now gradually withdrawing from Poland, while Tsarist Russia had been driven back into the interior by the Longyan and Ottoman forces.

Tsarist Russia would occasionally launch sneak attacks on the Long-Ao Allied Forces, attempting to retake Poland City from their hands.

But they were repelled by the Long-Ao Allied Forces every time.

Regarding this, Tsarist Russia was helpless; they currently lacked the ability to launch a larger-scale war.

Tsarist Russia was trapped on land and had no food for the winter.

If they launched a large-scale war, their meager food reserves would likely be eaten up completely.

Now they could only carry out sneak attacks to show their presence.

Overall, the situation was excellent, and the soldiers had become somewhat lazy under this brief peace.

But they knew this peace would not last long, though that did not stop them from coveting it.

However, Prince Yong and Hamid did not let their guard down in the slightest at this moment.

Right now, they were in the castle's conference room, looking at a map left behind by the Polish.

The entire map was drawn very crudely, and only the general regions could be distinguished.

As for a more detailed map, there was none.

Prince Yong frowned and said in a deep voice, "Poland City is in this position; according to the latest intelligence, Tsarist Russia has made some moves recently."

"Recently, shadows of the Tsarist Russia people have often appeared near Poland City."

Hamid, however, was dismissive: "My old friend, are you being too nervous? These might just be their suicidal sneak attacks."

"Haven't the previous few situations already confirmed it?"

"It is better to be cautious," said the Prince of Yong.

Seeing the Prince of Yong was uneasy, Hamid exhaled and continued: "Fine, then send out a team of Cavalry to patrol and see what moves the Tsarist Russia people have made recently."

The Prince of Yong nodded, not speaking.

His gaze remained fixed on the map.

Hamid frowned and said: "However, based on my understanding of Tsarist Russia, they shouldn't attack in the short term."

"At least not during the winter."

"Tsarist Russia's food supply is too scarce; launching an attack now is not cost-effective."

Facing Hamid's analysis, the Prince of Yong pondered for a moment.

It was indeed so; this was the current situation Tsarist Russia faced, and it could not be refuted.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this; we must guard against their attack after the winter."

"The Ottoman Factory has already been built, and I believe they will be able to arm themselves very soon."

Hamid revealed a smile; this was for the best. Once the army was armed and supply lines were established, they could head north and attack Tsarist Russia.

Beat Tsarist Russia back and end this war.

At this time, Tsarist Russia.

In the Eastern Orthodox Church Holy See, the Patriarch looked at the congregation below the platform.

After the Eastern Orthodox Church announced its cooperation with Catholicism, it also established an army.

But in reality, it was an army established with the Eastern Orthodox Church providing the funds and Tsarist Russia providing the troops.

On the very first day after this army was built, it was sent out to attack the infidels.

"Patriarch, intelligence has come from the front line; they will launch an attack on the infidels in a few days."

The Patriarch nodded and said in a deep voice: "The Holy War is about to arrive."

"The infidels will eventually be purged!"

"The great Lord is about to send down a divine oracle."

Just at this moment, a Bishop came tumbling and crawling into the church, his eyes filled with panic.

The Patriarch's expression changed, and he said with great displeasure: "What is the reason for such panic?"

"Lord, the Lord has sent down a divine oracle," the man said hurriedly.

The Patriarch's expression changed abruptly; he leaped down from the church platform and walked quickly to the front of that Bishop, the look of shock on his face no less than his.

"Are you telling the truth?"

The man nodded vigorously: "The Lord's divine oracle has appeared in Prague."

The Patriarch was stunned, then suddenly revealed a look of joy: "The Lord's divine oracle, in Prague!"

The crowd of believers fell into an even greater madness; the Lord sending down a divine oracle could be traced back to the Rome period at the earliest, ever since Christianity split.

Since then, there had been no word of the Lord sending down a divine

oracle.

"Quick, bring the Lord's divine oracle back."