The city gradually disappeared.
The remnants of the defeated army gradually drove into the dark night.
When they left, they had already destroyed all the ships on the dock that they did not have time to take away.
There were no pursuers behind them.
They were safe for now.
But such temporary safety was meaningless, like the breath of pigs and lambs before they were slaughtered.
The tensed nerves of the zealots gradually relaxed.
They also had more time to think about the reasons for their failure.
Since they were the most stubborn zealots, they naturally would not admit that the 'true god' they worshiped was not as good as the 'false god' worshiped by the Fist God Temple.
Also, Brother Luo Xinglong had led their activities in Qianyuan City for many years. He was wise and would not make mistakes.
As for their own faith, there was not the slightest flaw. They were all good men who were willing to sacrifice their lives for the God of Machines and Steam.
Then, the explosion of the steam cannon and the failure of the grand uprising could only be explained by one reason.
More and more pairs of eyes that were full of suspicion, wariness, and even hostility turned to Gus and Grey.
The zealots, who were covered in smoke, dust, and blood, were filled with neurotic distrust like wounded wolves. They crouched in the darkness and stared at the 'saint' and 'saintess' under the lights, whispering to each other.
"Hey, do you think that they are really the 'saint' and 'saintess'?"
"Could there be a mistake somewhere?"
"If they are really the 'saint' and 'saintess', why didn't they show any techniques in the battle today and even cause the steam cannon to explode?"
"Exactly. Didn't you say that they beat back all the boxers of the Red Gold Town and beat the priests of the Fist God Temple so badly in the woods? Why didn't they fire a single shot at such a critical moment today? "
"Weird. This is really weird!"
"Could it be fake? Could it be a trick played by the Fist Godly Palace? Could it be that they intentionally sent two fake 'Saints' and 'Saintess' to us to steal our secrets so that we can be lured into action in advance?"
"Well … It's possible. It's very possible. I'm told that their uncle is the priest of the Fist God Temple and the junior brother of the Grand Priest of Luo Tian!"
Dangerous rumors were slithering in the darkness like vipers.
The eyes of more and more fanatics flashed with the light of beasts.
They might not really believe the rumors, but the defeated soldiers, whose morale was low, and who were full of confusion and panic, were in desperate need of a place to vent their frustrations.
Finally, someone couldn't hold it in anymore and stood up.
With one person taking the lead, the second, third, and tenth followed suit. The zealots staggered like zombies and approached Gus and Grey.
The two siblings also smelled an ominous scent in the air. They couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten as they turned pale with fright.
Andre, who was in charge of commanding the fleet, shouted from the mast, berating the fanatics to retreat.
However, he was only the commander of the small team that seized the docks. There were not many of his trusted subordinates who were truly convinced by him.
Luo Xinglong's death was too sudden, and he did not hand over the command of the entire steam army of Qianyuan City to anyone. Now, there were still several leaders in the fleet who had a similar status as Andre. There were also many leaders of the defeated army who were trapped in the city. They were a group of disbanded soldiers without a leader. In their agitation, they only wanted to vent their fear and anger. They were not willing to listen to anyone's orders at all.
Right when the defeated fleet was about to explode like an overturned barrel of gunpowder, shrill whistles suddenly came from the front.
Three crimson lanterns rose from the bow of the ship. It was the signal of 'enemy attack ahead'!
The defeated soldiers, who were still in shock, narrowed their eyes and looked ahead. They couldn't help but be greatly shocked, as if their skulls had been broken and a scoop of bone-piercing cold water had been poured into their heads!
Although night had fallen …
The front was ablaze with lights.
At some point, a city full of torches had been established on the river!
The stronghold was built with dozens of large ships as its foundation. The ships were chained with arm-thick iron chains, and wooden planks were stacked on top of them. The outside of the wooden planks was smeared with mud, and the inside of the wooden planks was filled with sandbags. It was both light and fireproof. Whether it was kerosene or repeating crossbows, it was impossible to break through the stronghold on the water.
The top of the fort was crowded with soldiers. Behind the shields that were as solid as walls were the edges of countless coldly glittering arrows. Although the Fist God despised weapons, it could not have been better to occasionally fight poison with poison against the evildoers who worshiped mechanical demons and steam devils with bows and arrows.
The city on the water occupied the center of the river. The river on the two sides was extremely narrow and blocked by a lot of sandbags, chains, and thick tree trunks.
Hundreds of torches were lit on the two sides of the river. Countless archers were lined up aggressively, ready to kill.
Once the fleet was about to bypass the city on the water and take the river on the two sides, a lot of ships would certainly be entangled by the debris that blocked the river and become targets that looked like hedgehogs.
Murderous intent immediately spread out from the bottom of the river. The escape route that was supposed to lead to the south immediately turned into a fatal trap that led straight to hell.
"We've been tricked!"
Andre and the defeated soldiers finally realized what was going on.
No wonder the Grand Priest of Allheaven was not in a hurry to hunt them down.
As it turned out, he had set up such an ambush on the river a long time ago.
When they were in Qianyuan City, the core believers of the Church of Machinery and Steam could've taken advantage of the chaos to escape into the mountains and forests. Or they could've disguised themselves and dispersed among the civilians, which would've caused great trouble for the Fist God Temple to identify and capture them.
But now, they had gathered together willingly. There was no village in front of them, no shop behind them. There was no road to heaven and no door to hell!
For a moment, the sirens were ringing from the head of the ship to the stern. Red lanterns that said 'Prepare for Battle' were hung on all the ships. However, under the illumination of the red lanterns, even if the zealots still had the courage to fight, they had completely lost the hope of victory.
"It's hopeless. We're all screwed. There's no way we can get out!"
"The Grand Priest of Allheaven has calculated everything. We're doomed!"
"God of Steam, why did it turn out like this? Why did you not grant us the last hope when you've given us a revelation?"
Many zealots were kneeling on the ground, roaring and crying to the sky.
Some of the guys with bloodshot eyes were still glaring at Gus and Grey, as if they were going to scold them. It was the two fake 'saint' and 'saintess' who led everybody into such a desperate situation.
However, when a zealot really lunged at Gus and his sister, he was kicked away by Gus, who had been silent the whole time.
There was no telling where the young man got his strength from, but the sound of bones breaking was heard when he kicked the zealot's chest. The zealot was almost kicked into the river.
Then, while all the zealots were looking at each other in shock, Gus took out his' Black Tide 'triple-headed heavy Vulcan Cannon inch by inch from the basket on his back.
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