Chapter 738 Recruitment and Stone Bridge
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Old Laver's cowhide military boots shattered a cluster of wet thistle, and the purple crown made a subtle burst sound on the soles of the boots.
Take off the triangle cap, beads of sweat condensed by hot air and humid air on the top of your head rolled down the sideburns with white hair into the collar of the linen shirt.
The gravel original rain in May is spread on the yellow-brown pasture, and if you are not careful, you will step into a pile of sludge.
Standing on the hillside, Old Laver could see the slowly moving black dots in the waist-thick golden silk grass.
It was shepherds, and their expressionless sheep chewing the brown silk grass.
But because of the fact that they had just pulled the wool once, most of these sheep had only a short layer of wool covering their bodies. Coupled with the relatively cool weather, it was the most comfortable time for the sheep.
The gravel is different from the Thousand River Valley and has a cool climate.
In addition to winter, in the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn, the difference between the lowest and highest temperatures is just to put on and take off a shepherd's waistcoat.
The Kush people were planning to migrate here to continue their grazing career.
It’s a pity that the Al Empire at that time adhered to the principle that you, as a foreign tribe, are very good at riding horses and herding sheep, so you are not allowed to ride horses and herd sheep, leaving the Kush people in the Thousand River Valley.
The Norns in the hinterland of Thorn Garden were good at farming and forging, so they were driven to the gravel land by the Al Empire to herd sheep.
The sound of wet and sticky footsteps came from behind. Old Laver turned to look, but saw the secretary Argennon, sent by Commander Beth, walking slowly.
This young man from the Hotam County Accounting Family has a pale skin, as if he had never been sunny and had ink stains on his cuffs.
He poked the booklet with a quill pen with a greased paper cover in his hand: "Are you sure it's here?"
Old Laver replied affirmatively: "It's here."
"How are you sure it's here? Do you understand astrology?"
Old Laver looked at the clerk with seriousness and was speechless for a moment.
Do you care if he is in that village? Isn’t it better to just bring back nine strong men and make up for the lack of civilians?
Old Laver pulled Kahler, who was passing by, and said, "Here, this is the son of a knight, he knows astrology."
After looking up and down, Algeron frowned, it didn't look like he knew astrology.
Before Algeron questioned, he saw an old man with strong legs and feet jumping out of the shepherds.
This thin old man climbed up the hillside with a few strokes and almost bent his waist to ninety degrees. "What's the matter for you guys to come to us?" While lowering his head, his eyes swept across the sabers and iron armor on the waists of the dozen people.
Most of these soldiers are extraordinary if they can travel so far!
The old man's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.
Old Laffer stepped forward: "According to the order of the autocratic Duke Moriyati, recruit nine civilians. How many young and strong men are there in your village... Be honest, don't force me to go down and count for yourself."
The old man trembled all over and said with a bitter face: "Eighteen, seven can pull the bow, and the remaining ones are those who can't hold the lambs."
"Oh, that's right." Old Laffer pointed to the village in the distance with a saber, "Lead the way, what's your name?"
"No name, everyone calls me the old sheep head."
The group of people walked around the back of the hillside covered with wormwood, but they could see the sheep boy three hundred steps away driving away the flock with a catapult rope, and the thick wool cloak rolled in the wind.
The shepherd's village is even more dilapidated than Old Laver imagined.
The rammed earth wall was washed away by rain and the rusted bronze bells were hung on the rotten wooden racks, and there was no sound even sound.
The old sheep's head used the sheep's bones to knock on the bronze bell, and soon, everyone in the village gathered in the central drying yard.
"We are the troops of His Highness the Lord of the Imperial Palace, and we came to illegally seize the title of Duke of the Wing Nest. You are all the people of Duke of the Wing Nest. You should fight for the real Duke of the Wing Nest."
Argenon's passionate declaration did not shake the group of shepherds. They either looked at the soldiers in front of them numbly or alertly.
Old Laver walked to Argenon and raised the purse in his hand high: "One dinar a day, three dinars a day, and I'll send it now."
As soon as the old Laver finished speaking, a young man with a bow on his back kicked her over with his wife's cries and shouts, and came to Lao Laver.
Two silver coins fell into the hands of his wife with a mud-faced face, and one silver coins fell into the hands of the old sheep.
The young man came to the clerk silently and began to register his name.
After almost three people, no one came forward on his own initiative, so the old sheep had to start calling, and no matter who he clicked, there would be a crying sound.
"No, you can't do this. My husband went to build a dam last year and hasn't come back yet. Now he wants my child again!"
"Master, okay, okay."
"What are you running? Don't run, Master Knight is watching!"
His arms stretched out numbly, and Old Laver stuffed silver coins that had been covered with warmth into his cold palms.
When he saw the child with a mud-faced face holding his father's thighs and not letting go, his fingers that handed out the silver coins twitched.
For some reason, a shadow of Little Laver suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
This world is indeed not as beautiful as the Garden of Eden, but the Holy Sun wants to build a Garden of Eden on earth. Is this really possible?
The recruitment lasted for more than an hour until the name on the roster leaked out the ink balls in the damp water vapor.
Old Laver turned around and looked in the direction he came, and when he looked up, he happened to see wolf smoke rising by the Rust River.
The black smoke pierced straight into the crimson purple sky, which was the signal the legion asked to return.
Old Laver touched the purse at his waist. The twenty-seven dinar's purse were empty at the moment, and behind him were nine shepherds with sad expressions.
"Don't look crying." Walking beside these strong men, Old Lafur comforted, "You are lucky, not only care about food but also pay for money.
We are not only nobles who can be officers. Look at me, I have become the captain of the tenth team."
As he said that, Lao Laf took off the wine bag on his waist and handed the acorn wine to the group of strong men.
Those strong men, look at me, and I look at you. Each person sips of wine, and his face turns rosy.
Perhaps it was because the alcohol dispelled the fear, and the trembling bodies of these people were slightly calmer.
But they were still half-believing and half-doubting about Old Laver's words.
It is true to give money, but it is not certain to be an officer.
Not to mention anything else, thinking about how to be an officer, many shepherds find it ridiculous.
After comforting the new men, Old Laver took such a group of people on the way back to the camp with peace of mind.
Shiking between the golden silk grass, the soles of the shoes squeeze out the muddy land.
Every time they lifted their legs, they could feel the soil pulling the soles of his feet, which could be brushed with silk than cheese.
Looking at the solidified mud on the legs of the pants, Old Laver smiled bitterly.
Five days ago, he escorted the defeated soldiers back to Feldheim. Before he even had time to eat supper, he was called away by the city guard.
In less than five minutes, he was promoted to the official captain of the tenth team, but at the cost of him being classified as the newly formed infantry regiment of Bethel, a young general under Moriyati.
And his first mission was to transport a newly transported 12-pound griffin cannon from the rear, four 3-pound falcon cannons originally belonging to Bear Gnar Castle, and a batch of materials collected from Feldheim to Laden Castle.
Although the salary increased by ten dinars, Lao Laver still found it difficult to dilute his sad mood.
This has changed from a garrison to a field army!
Unlike Kahler, he is a soldier with a squatter. Do you really want to compete with the knights of the Rushiyuan?
He went to fight the Knights, is it true?
This emotion is widely spread in the army. They are not well-trained Saviors, nor are they as sufficient holy gunners as the Saviors.
A 500-man infantry regiment would be good if it could replenish 100 holy gunmen. But this emotion cannot be exposed in front of the strong men, let alone in front of middle and upper-level officers such as Bethel.
Beser is not greedy for his salary, but he is really cruel to beat and scold him.
Old Laver took the strong men of Xinla to walk through the knee-deep mud and crossed the broken trees blocking the road. In front of him was Xinza’s camp.
The big trucks were placed randomly on the muddy grass, and there were people going back and forth on both sides.
The holy gunmen from Langsand County, holding clockwork guns, sat in front of the fire, and were cooking blue coffee safely.
Old Laver couldn't help but show an envious expression. These holy followers are the treasures of the best, Captain Beth.
Many hard and tiring work have to be done by Lao Laf and the others, but these people can sit comfortably by the fire and enjoy it.
Transferring the men to the service chief, Old Laver took Algeron to the river, and he wanted to report to Commander Beth.
Before they approached, they heard a roar.
"When is this? Haven't the car been made yet?"
"His Excellency Beser, the wheel hub and axle are broken. You have to wait for the tools to be transported from behind..."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "How long will it take? I care about yours. Before the moon rises, it must be repaired."
The young infantry commander waved his whip and furiously furious beside the carriage.
The orderly soldier in charge of the project lowered his head dull and helplessly, letting his saliva fall on his head.
In front of them, eight carriages were trapped in the mud, and the pack horses sprayed white foam, and they paved the ground with their hooves.
Dozens of soldiers surrounded the carriages, cursing while prying the wheels with wooden bars.
The covered tarts were blown up by the wind, and Old Laver could clearly see that under the tart was the clockwork gun pulled from Bear Gin Castle.
They are heavy like tombstones.
Under normal circumstances, this will not happen with the weight of the clockwork gun.
But Beser was so lucky that it happened to have a heavy rain, and the land was too soft, causing the carriage to fall into the mud.
"Hisser Beser..."
"Say!" Beser concisely
"The nine civilians have recruited, and they have spent a total of twenty-seven dinars. Now they are in the ranks of orderly soldiers..."
"Don't tell me so many useless." Beser's tone eased a little, "There are still some strength to come and carry the carriage. I don't know if it's time..."
Looking at the carriage trapped in the mud pit, Old Laver couldn't help but frown.
Originally they were scheduled to pass through the shallow river beach at noon tomorrow, but the shower disrupted all the rhythm.
If the water level rises when it is delayed, the original shallow will most likely not be able to cross the river.
That is why Beser was so anxious to order the soldiers to carry out the carriage and go forward as soon as possible.
With old Laver's intuition as a hunter for so many years, he inexplicably felt that even if the carriage was repaired, it would be too late.
Look at the water vapor in the triangle cap. Such humid air and the roaring corridor seeped out of the cold wind, and it is probably another rain tomorrow.
But Old Laver was probably wrong.
Because before midnight, the rain fell down.
The next morning, Old Laver, wearing a rain cloak, could see that the water level had risen even with his naked eyes.
When the convoy arrived at the stream where he was scheduled to cross the river, Old Laver lowered his head and refused to look at Bethel's dark face.
But he could hear the sound of water flowing.
Lifting up the cape hood that covered his eyes, Old Laver couldn't help but sigh "tsk tsk".
The oak branches rushing upstream were wrapped around broken fishing nets, appearing and disappearing in the yellow vortex.
The stream that was originally clear and clear was like a giant yellow python passing through everyone's eyes.
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Bether hits the long military boots with a horse whip. Old Laver could hear his irritability: "Who, go and see, how deep is the water?"
Not long after, a wet man returned to Beser: "Sir, you can get better water quality, but it's hard to get poor water quality, let alone drive a carriage." "Hehe!" Beser vented his thigh.
How did he encounter such a thing when he led the army independently for the first time?
It's not too early or late, but it's not too late. It's just that the water level rises so fast. You can't go back to Feldheim in shame, right?
The rain soaked Betha's cloak, and it felt heavier than iron armor when it was put on him.
"Go and ask the nearby shepherds if there is any other way to cross the river." Beser asked the captains around him.
Old Laver thought for a moment and raised his hand: "Governor Commander, I asked before. Walking northeast along the Rust River, there is a stone bridge."
Bether stretched his neck and glared: "Wouldn't you say there is a stone bridge?"
Old Laver hesitated: "Governor Commander, going northeast is a slope, and it will enter the occupied area of the original gravel army."
"Don't fart." Bether shook his head, "There is no outpost on the border, only Rangers, so it can't stop it at all.
People sent cavalry to attack from Yantanji. When they came here, they would go to Shiqiao. It was just a matter of time and the risks were the same. "
After saying that, he looked at the five captains of the hundred and priests on both sides and the military: "What do you think? "
What disappointed most people was that the officers' regiment decided to continue to travel north.
They could not return the same route, but continued to march along the river to the north.
In his heart, he cursed Bether, a cruel villain, and the soldiers had to push their cars to march north again.
But this time, they unexpectedly went smoothly and arrived at the stone bridge a day later.
The stone bridge spans the most turbulent section of the Rust River, and the moss-covered piers are covered with cracks.
When the first carriage rolled across the bridge, Old Laver clearly heard the crisp sound of gravel rolling into the water.
The carriages passed through the stone bridge one by one, and the coachman waved his short whip and beat the horse's buttocks.
When the iron hoop wheel ran through the gap in the bluestone slab, it made a friction sound similar to an animal's sob.
Following behind the carriage, Old Laver suddenly felt that he was being pulled on his sleeve.
Following the place where Kahler pointed, he opened his eyes wide first, then quickly stepped forward and stroked.
It was half a piece of dark red horse manure. It had solidified for a long time and didn't have much odor. It didn't look like it was a new one, but it won't last long.
There were cavalry passing by here before? "We have to report this to Your Excellency Besser." Old Laver said to Kahler seriously, but Kahler seemed to be distracted.
"Did you hear it?" Kahler suddenly put his head on the ground.
Old Laver looked solemn: "What did you hear?"
Subconsciously, he listened to the sound of the clouds, and immediately heard muffled thunder coming from behind... No, not muffled thunder... Yes--
"The sound of horse hoofs, it's the sound of horse hoofs!" Kahler jumped from the ground and shouted around.
(This chapter ends)