Chapter 755 The God of Sheep?
The hand covered with sword cocoons reached into the cold river water, and the turbulent water almost made Kale unable to hold the water to wash his face.
In late August, it was rainy season, and the water level was rising and it was almost climbing ashore. Kahler simply buried his face directly into the water flow.
With a bit of coldness, he rushed to his forehead in an instant. He trembled all over and then he suddenly lifted his head from the river.
Looking at the broken face in the ripples, Kahler didn't know what he was like at this moment.
Whether it is a smile or a bitter smile is broken in the water.
For some reason, Kahler missed homesick.
The battlefield was different from what he imagined.
It's not only different from what his father told him, but even what his brother-in-law told him.
The knight my father mentioned was to charge forward wantonly and bravely, breaking down all powerful enemies with passion.
The sergeant mentioned by my brother-in-law is the orderly march and noble sentiment, and he is brave and resolute in flattening all the devils on the way.
But the truth is that he neither charges bravely nor takes courage.
He not only marches but also practices every day, and sometimes he also plays a guest appearance as a civilian to carry goods.
Sometimes, they have to run errands for their superiors, or even help them guard their personal property.
What Kahler is most unacceptable is to beat the civilians and loot innocent shepherds.
What is the difference between this and a robber?
According to my father, a knight with noble character should stay away from recruiting food and grass, just like killing a sheep and can't bear to hear the sheep scream.
In terms of knights, in the eyes of most subordinate officers, the array leader level is considered a knight.
So these things must be left to these ten captains and other subordinate officers to do.
Every day when you open your eyes, you will see the dark sky or the roof of a tent, followed by the endless scolding and driving of the officers.
Under the double pressure of death and fatigue, most soldiers were more or less addicted to alcohol and gambling, while officers fell in love with tobacco from pioneering lands.
If it weren't for the inspiration of that medal, Kahler would probably have become one of them.
Touching the only tobacco left in his pocket, he stretched with self-deprecatingly, perhaps he had become one of them.
Although it only took half a year, he felt as long as three or five years had passed.
Maybe this is the case with war.
"Kale, why are you lazy?" Old Laver's voice came from outside the reeds, "Come and help us load and unload the winding machine, the gears are too heavy."
Because they were collecting food outside during the war, they didn't have time to arrange the array.
So the final assignment was to guard the winding machine, not only did not gain military merit, but also did not even have spoils.
No wonder Old Laver, who has always been calm, is full of resentment.
Kale picked up his helmet and patted the soil on his knees. Just as he was about to reply, he felt the reeds behind him shaking.
Almost instantly, Kahler raised his hand and raised his helmet to his chest, pulled out his saber with his right hand, and looked at Reeds with fierce eyes: "Who?"
"No, don't kill me..."
Behind Reeds, he was actually a boatman. He was bare and wearing sheepskin shoulders at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
The bones have strong muscles attached to them, and a layer of bronze skin is what this shepherd looks like.
Crossed among the reeds, the shepherd, who was obviously a escaping man, looked at Kahler with his eyebrows drooping.
Kahler slowly withdrew his hand holding the knife. "What's going on?" Footsteps came from outside the reeds.
Kaler immediately turned his head and replied, "It's a water mouse."
Looking at the shepherd again, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He went from shrinking to kneeling, drew a word on his forehead, and said in a broken Lea language: "May the Holy Father bless you."
"When did you run out?"
"Just, just now."
"Do you know where to go?"
"No, I don't know..."
Looking at the withered face of the boatman, Kahler sighed and took out the cereal stick from his pocket.
Looking at the sweet cereal stick in his hand, the shepherd seemed to smell it in a dream, and then he looked at Kale blankly. "Run quickly, run away." Kale squatted down, unable to tell whether the smile on her face was bitter or comforting. "The war is coming soon. Everything will be fine when the monks of the Holy Father's Church arrive."
The shepherd obviously didn't understand what the Holy Father's Church is, he just stared at Kale blankly. "Go, go, go, go as far as you go."
Kale stood up and wanted to leave, but the friction of the fabric on his body reminded him that someone grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Swish--"
Snow-bright saber pulled out of the scabbard, and Kale almost suppressed the subconscious reaction he swung.
In the shepherd's pupils, he could see his own appearance clearly.
It was a frightened, twisted, tyrannical face.
It was not until this time that he realized that the battlefield left more marks on him than he thought.
"Didn't you tell me to leave quickly?"
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The shepherd shook his head seriously and drew a circular arc on Kale's boots: "You, you run away, you can't win."
"What are you talking about?" Kale laughed for a moment, "The main force of the Duke of the Wing Nest is completely lost. It will be hard to reorganize the army for three weeks. The salt flats are in front of you. Do you think we will lose?"
"You, you are a good person." The shepherd said stumbled in a broken Lea language, "But your master, Meliati, is a very bad person, the God of Sheep is angry."
"Do you still believe in the strange god?"
"The shepherd is not the strange god... it is the very special kind...The shepherd..."
Looking at the shepherd who was explaining more and more chaotic, Kahler pulled him up from the ground: "What are you talking nonsense? Don't go out first, walk south along the river tonight."
The shepherd opened his mouth, did not speak anymore, but bowed deeply and walked into the deeper reeds.
Watching the shepherd's figure disappearing from sight, Kahler shook his head, but didn't know what he was thinking.
If the military judge discovered this, the second-class medal would be detained.
But he did it and he had nothing to complain about.
"Kale Hans!"
"Come here, come."Kale yelled outside the reeds, "I'm shit."
"I won't pull it early, I won't pull it late, but I'm going to pull it while working?"
"Why do you speak the same as my sister..."
Walking out of the reeds, Kahler joined the team of transport winding machines.
Grudge the teeth and hold up the heavy winding machine parts, cover it with oil cloth, tie it with hemp rope, and Kahler and Old Laver got on the carriage.
As the crisp sound of the groom's whip, two gentle mares pulled the two-wheeled carriage and drove forward.
The scorching sun shone on my shoulders in the afternoon, and the singing of cicadas and crickets came from my ears.
Unlike the wide slopes that have just entered the gravel plain, when they walk along the Shangnaoan River, they can see rows of hills and villages one after another.
This is the Nanbo Valley, a rare agricultural area in the river valley in the gravel industry.
The destination of Lao Laver and others, the Salt Flats, is called the market, but it is a city with a population of 20,000.
This is the core economic center of Duke Yichao in the southern part of the gravel field, mainly relying on the mining and refining of the Nanpo Valley of rock salt.
In this gravel gravel full of wasteland meadows, salt is a rare good thing and necessity.
At the same time, the Nanbo Valley is also the largest grain production center in the southern part of the gravel.
Control here and control the economic lifeline of the southern part of the gravel.
Muriati's military camp is only 65 kilometers away from the salt flats.
When Lao Laver and others returned to the team with the orderly baggage, the first thing they saw was the iris Citi, and the second thing they saw was the escaped husband hanging under the flag.
The carriage drove into the barracks along the dirt road, but Kahler's eyes moved from the flag to the fence beside the road.
Under the cool summer breeze, a yellowed sheep skull was inserted on the tip of the fence.
For some reason, the shepherd's whisper echoed in his mind.
"The God of Sheep, the west wind comes from the north."
(The end of this chapter)