Chapter 824: The Symbol of the Fall
He could see them clearly now, without the telescope.
Men, women, elderly, children. Their clothing hung in strips. They lurched through the snow with the particular exhaustion of people who had been moving for days — weaker than militia, weaker than anything that had ever come down off that mountain. They were nothing.
Nail made his judgment and kept it.
All the same, he held the heavy machine guns within suppression range before approaching alone. “This is the border defense line of the Kingdom of Graycastle!” he shouted. “Do not advance. Halt, or we will fire!”
They saw him. They did not stop. They accelerated.
He fired twice into the sky and repeated the warning. They kept coming, waving their arms, crying out.
“Nail, get back!” the veteran bellowed from behind the sandbags. “They don’t know what flintlocks are! Your voice means nothing to them!”
He tried once more — shouted that he would shoot arrows — and that, finally, they understood. They checked their stride. Then, after one trembling moment, pushed forward again, waving both hands, crying out toward the blockhouses.
They were begging.
He stood his ground until his teammates dragged him back to the defensive line. When the first of them crossed the row of stakes, both blockhouses opened at once. The shots dropped into the snow ahead of the crowd, kicking white dust into the air, swallowing their voices in the noise.
Blood appeared among the figures.
The crowd stopped.
Those who had not been hit went to their knees, then flat into the snow, faces pressed down. Terrified — but they would not turn back. Whatever lay behind them was worse.
“Stop! Stop firing!” Nail stripped off his jacket and waved it toward the blockhouses, standing in the open, risking a stray round. The machine guns fell silent. Two more squads came out from the blockhouses at a run.
Moving through air still faintly acrid with powder smoke, Nail led his squad forward in a line, rifles raised, closing the distance.
The figures in the snow trembled and did not move.
“Where are you from?”
Silence.
“Answer the squad leader,” the veteran said sharply. “Silence means spy, and spies hang.”
“My, my—” Someone finally raised their head. “My lord. We came from… Hermes.”
“You’re believers of the Church?” Nail asked.
“Yes. No — no, we are not.” The man pressed his forehead against the snow. “We were deceived. We see it now. The deities did not protect the church. We were wrong. Please — please, some food—”
The plea broke the others open. They cried out all at once.
Please, sir, some oatmeal — my child hasn’t eaten—
The church’s soldiers were behind us — we had to abandon everything—
Three days, my lord, three days without food—
Nail reached for the dried rations at his belt. A hand closed on his wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving them food.”
The veteran’s voice dropped. “These are church believers. Our enemies.”
“They were our enemies. Did you not hear them? They admitted they were deceived.”
“When a man is starving, he’ll pray to demons.” The veteran’s lip curled. “At least the Judgement Warriors had conviction. These are just drifters who picked the wrong side and lost.”
“Head, Uncle Sang has a point. Who knows what they made for the church army?”
“Who knows how many of our men they helped kill?”
“They deserve whatever they get.”
Nail drew a slow breath. He raised a hand and the grumbling died.
“You all remember what Border Town was like before His Majesty came. Everyone there was deceived by the church. Every one of us.” He looked at them steadily. “And His Majesty didn’t abandon us or call us traitors for it. So how do we justify turning our backs on these people?” He paused. “Anyone who committed real crimes should face real consequences. But give them food and bring them in for interrogation. That’s what we should do.”
A pause.
“His Majesty also wrote — the Kingdom of Graycastle is a whole. Any person who has committed no crime and is willing to give allegiance to Graycastle is a subject of the king, not an enemy to be left in the snow. If there are innocent people here and we watch them die in front of us, are we honoring his wishes?”
Silence stretched.
The veteran laughed — low, genuine. “Head Nail. Now I understand why Sir Blair put you in charge. You used to lock up entirely whenever you had to speak in front of people. You’ve changed.” He shook his head, still smiling. “Iron Head would be proud.”
He didn’t entirely agree with the principle — Nail could see that plainly. But everyone in the First Army admired the king, and no one opposed the decision outright. “At least don’t throw food at them,” the veteran said practically. “You’ll start a stampede. Pick the worst-off and bring them forward one at a time.”
More soldiers arrived as they worked through the crowd. Among them came Eagle Face — the deputy battalion commander responsible for the Northern Region garrison. A tall man with round eyes and a pointed, beaked mouth that had earned him his name; he had come in with Iron Axe’s earliest militia, one of the best hunters the Western Region had produced. He scanned the scene. “Someone explain this.”
Nail stepped forward and saluted, then gave a brief account.
Eagle Face stroked his chin. “Escaped from the Holy City?” He called a refugee forward. “Tell me what happened in Hermes. Give me details and I’ll see you’re fed.”
The man swallowed several times before he could speak. “The Cathedral of the New Holy City… it collapsed.”
Nail felt the words before he fully understood them.
He had heard since boyhood that the Hermes Cathedral was the symbol of the Church’s permanence — the tallest structure raised by human hands before His Majesty’s own buildings had begun to change that measure. At the start of the autumn fighting under Coldwind Ridge, he had half-allowed himself the private fantasy of one day following the king’s army up onto the plateau and standing at the base of that tower. He had imagined looking up at it.
It was gone?
“A pit opened beneath it,” the refugee said, his voice barely holding. “The whole tower — it just fell. The Judgement Army sealed off the site, but a building that size doesn’t disappear quietly. Everyone felt it. Everyone heard it. They know what it means.” He pressed his palms flat on his thighs. “The church is finished, my lord. The deities have abandoned it. The outer city began to flee first — the masons, the tradesmen. Then the fear spread inward. We got out late, and the Judgement Army caught most of us. Out of hundreds, only we got through.”
“The city itself is in chaos?”
“Yes, my lord. The Southern and Eastern Gates are open and unguarded — the guards themselves ran. I haven’t seen a supply caravan enter the city in a long time. The old Holy City is worse.”
“Dismissed.” Eagle Face nodded to the soldiers. As they led the man away, something lit behind his eyes — restrained but visible. “This is unexpected good news. We may be able to occupy Hermes before the main army even arrives.”
Nail understood why. First commander through the gates of the Holy City — that was the kind of achievement that marked a career. He said nothing about it. His attention stayed on the figures lying in the snow, the unwounded ones, watching the soldiers move through them with hollow, frightened eyes.
He put his concern plainly: if they left these people in the open field overnight and a storm came—
Eagle Face studied him for a moment. “We can’t keep civilians inside the camp,” he said, not unkindly. “Give them tents and rations and let them encamp within the machine guns’ field of cover.”
“In the open? If there’s a storm tonight—”
“My first duty is the security of the First Army.” Eagle Face’s voice was final. “I’ll send word to Duke Kant about accommodating them. Until help arrives from Deepvalley Town, they’ll have to trust their luck.”
He turned back toward the camp.
Nail remained at the line a moment longer, watching the pale sky. The snow had already begun to thicken.
Chapter 824: The Symbol of the Fall
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
As he approached the front, he could clearly see the group of refugees without the telescope.
Men, women, old men, and children. They were all ragged and staggering, looking weak and frail. They were even weaker than common militia, not to mention the Judgement Army.
Nail was more sure about his judgment.
But he knew that the church had a pill which could enhance the taker’s physical strength within a second. Considering that they might use the Berserk Pills, Nail told his squad members to hold up the heavy machine guns within the suppressing shooting range before he approached alone and shouted, “This is the border defense line of the Kingdom of Graycastle. You’re forbidden to step forward. Freeze, or we’ll fire!”
Apparently, those people also saw him. They did not stop moving; instead, they accelerated their pace in excitement.
Nail shot twice upward and repeated his warning, but they continued to run toward him.
“Mr. Nail, come back!” Cried the veteran behind him. “They don’t even know what flintlocks are. They won’t stop no matter how loud you shout!”
Hearing that, Nail hurriedly shouted that he would shoot arrows, and those people finally responded. Nevertheless, after a moment’s hesitation, they continued to move forward and waved both hands toward the First Army, yelling while running.
He could only tell that they were crying for help.
“No, stop!” Nail was still trying to stop them until he was dragged back to the defensive line by his teammates. When those people crossed the first line of stakes, flames spurted from the two blockhouses at the same time. Whistling bullets flew overhead and fell near the stakes, splashing snow dust and submerging their cries.
There was immediately a mist of blood among the crowd.
This time they finally stopped moving forward.
Except for the refugees who had been shot and fell, the others fell on their knees one after another and then threw themselves down in the snow. Terrified as they were, they did not turn around. It seemed that they were more afraid of some even more dreadful things behind them.
“Stop! Stop! Don’t fire!” Nail took off his jacket, got up and waved toward the blockhouses, risking being hit by a stray bullet. The machine gun squads finally released their triggers. Probably they noticed his strange move, two more squads left the blockhouses and approached the front line.
Walking through the still-smoky field, a five-man squad held the rifles, followed Nail and slowly approached the strangers. Those strangers were trembling but dared not to move again in spite of the chilling snow.
“Where are you from?”
No one answered.
“Haven’t you heard the question of our squad leader?” cried the veteran. “If you don’t answer it, you’ll be treated as spies and hanged.”
“My, my, my… my lord,” someone finally spoke this time. “We… we all came from Hermes.”
“So you’re believers of the church?” Nail asked, frowning.
“Yes… No, no, we aren’t,” answered the man, banging his head on the ground again and again. “In the past, we were deceived by the church. But we regret now! The deities did not protect the church. We were wrong. Please give us some food.”
His words stirred up the crowd. They begged, “My lord, please, please give us some oatmeal. My child is starving!”
“The army of the church was after us. We had to drop our luggage.”
“My lord, I haven’t eaten anything for three days.”
“So they would rather be shot by machine guns than run away?” Nail thought. He could not bear to look at the withered faces and bleeding bodies. After they fled from the Holy City, Graycastle was their only hope to survive. He reached his dried food in his waist pocket and was about to throw it to them while a veteran grabbed him by his wrist.
“Hey, what’re you doing?”
“Give them some food.”
“Are you sure? These guys are believers of the church.” The veteran lowered his voice and stressed, “They’re our enemies.”
“But now they aren’t. Didn’t you hear it? They admitted that they had been deceived.”
“Hmm, deceived?” The veteran replied disdainfully, “When they can’t survive, they’ll even worship demons. Compared with those Judgement Army soldiers fighting for the church, these people are just timid drifters.”
“Head, Uncle Sang is right. Maybe they made the weapons and armors used by the church army.”
“Who knows whether they’ve hurt the First Army?”
“They deserve it. That’s what they’ll end up with since they’ve fought against His Majesty. I’ll definitely not give any food to them.”
Nail took a deep breath and made a gesture to tell them to be quiet. He said, “Listen to me. We all know what Border Town was like before His Majesty came. At that time everyone was deceived by the church. But His Majesty didn’t abandon us or treat us as betrayers. Then how could we despise them? Of course, I agree that we should spare none of those who committed a crime. Give them some food, and then bring them for interrogation. That’s what we should do.”
“Eh, well…”
“And His Majesty once said in his book that the Kingdom of Graycastle is a whole. As long as someone isn’t guilty and is willing to pay allegiance to Graycastle, he should be treated as a subject of the king, rather than being persecuted and excluded.” Nail continued to say, “If there are innocent people among them and we watch them die in front us, aren’t we against His Majesty’s wish?”
The crowd fell into silence for a moment. Then the veteran grinned and said, “Head Nail, now I know why Sir Blair chose you as our squad leader. You’ve become so different since you went to school. In the past, you always stumbled when speaking in front of a crowd. If Iron Head knows it, he’ll be proud of you.”
Apparently, he did not agree with Nail’s remark that “anyone who pays allegiance to Graycastle is the subject of Graycastle”, but since everyone in the First Army admired King Roland, they did not oppose Nail’s decision anymore. The veteran said, “But you can’t directly throw food to them. That’ll cause a chaos. Pick up some starving ones and order them to come up one by one.”
…
As more and more soldiers came, Eagle Face, the deputy battalion commander who was in charge of Northern Region garrison, also came to the front line. This tall man, who had round eyes and a pointed mouth like a grey eagle of Western Region, was one of the excellent hunters who joined the Militia with Iron Axe. He asked, “Can someone explain what happened?”
Nail stepped forward and saluted, and then briefly told him the incident.
“Escaped from the Holy City?” Eagle Face asked thoughtfully. He ordered them to bring a refugee forward and said, “What happened in Hermes? If you tell me the situation in details, I can give you food.”
“My, my lord…” The refugee nervously swallowed and replied, “The Cathedral of the New Holy City… collapsed…”
“What?” Nail was shocked for a moment. He had heard that the Hermes Cathedral was a symbol of the immortality of the church. Before the completion of His Majesty’s Miracle Building, the tower had been the tallest building built by mankind. At the start of the defensive battle under the Coldwind Ridge, he also had dreamed to follow His Majesty into the Hermes Plateau and occupy the tower that could reach the skies in the legend. But this magnificent building… did not exist anymore?
“I heard that a big pit suddenly appeared below the church and the entire tower fell…” The refugees stumbled, “The Judgement Army blocked the scene, but a big building disappeared without a trace, and the mighty bang… Everyone knew what happened. The church is over, my lord, the deities no longer favor it. The outside residents have begun to flee. We were a little later, and then we ran into the Judgement Army who was chasing us. Among the hundreds of people, only we escaped…”
“That means the Holy City is a mess now?”
“A mess, a mess…” That man nodded and said, “Beside the Western Gate, the Southern and East Gates are also open and unguarded. Obviously, the guards have also run away. I heard that the situation in the old Holy City is even worse. I really haven’t seen any caravans come into the city for a long time.”
“Got it. You’re excused.”
After the soldiers took the men away, Eagle Face looked excited. “This is an unexpected good news. Maybe we’ll occupy Hermes before the arrival of the army.”
Nails naturally knew why the deputy battalion commander was glad about. If he became the first Commander to lead the army into the Holy City, it would undoubtedly be his great achievement. But Nail did not pay much attention to whether he would win more achievements; instead, he cared more about those refugees who had suffered hunger and coldness.
After Nail told his concern, Eagle Face looked at him thoughtfully and answered after a moment, ” It’s impossible for the camp to keep these outsiders. Give them some tents and food, and allow them to encamp in places where the heavy machine guns cover.”
“In this utterly unsheltered field?” Nail said worriedly, “If the weather becomes worse and there is heavy rain or storm at night, they probably won’t survive the night.”
“As the head of the garrison in the Northern Region, I must give top priority to the safety of the First Army.” Eagle Face was unmoved and said, “I will inform Duke Kant to accommodate them. Before the arrival of the helpers in Deepvalley Town, these people have to pray to have a good luck.”