Chapter 792 Nightmare never goes away
In January 1449, the first thin snow fell.
Brushing the dust on the leather boots cleanly, Volovitz sat under the eaves and stuffed his warm feet into his cold shoes.
"Hiss--"
He shivered, stood up and took two steps, and quickly adapted to the familiar coldness and hardness.
"I knitted a pair of wool pants for you last night. Where is your luggage? I'll stuff it in." A gentle voice sounded from behind.
Volovitz turned around and saw his pregnant wife Martha standing by the door, with a faint dark circle and red eye socket on her fat face.
"It's cold outside, what are you doing outside?" Volovitz quickly pulled his wife back to the room.
"I care about you!" Martha pretended to be angry when she was held in her husband's arms, "When you leave, I will stand outside when it snows."
"Hey, I don't dare." Facing Martha, who brought her child to make her father, Volovits, who was strong and strong in the eyes of the soldiers, begged repeatedly.
In the hollow cabinet in the room, you can also see the leftovers leftovers from the New Year Festival the day before yesterday.
On the table, there was also a burning candle and two yarn needles.
The fireplace in the living room was burning with honeycomb coal, and a stream of warmth surrounded the two.
"Do you really want to go to the battlefield?"
"Yes, everyone goes, don't I?"
"Will you die?"
"The Holy Father will protect me. If I die, the Holy Grandpa will continue to protect you."
Martha covered Volovits' mouth: "Don't say bad things before departure."
After reaching out and touching Volovits's stubble, Martha buried her head in his chest: "Can you not go? Please plead with the commander of the battle, at least let the child look at his father."
"There are many officers and soldiers who are pregnant with my wife. Isn't each one going to the battlefield?" Volovitz touched Martha's slightly furious hair, "Besides, everything here is given by the battle group. If I don't go, the house will be taken away."
"I can ask my father to give you two pieces of land. We still have some savings and build another one."
"Don't be stupid." Volovitz felt a little wet and hot in his chest.
The wife raised her head and said nothing.
Volovits lowered his head.
Martha was wearing a light pink dress, bulging her belly high and pushing up her soft white apron.
On his soft and plump cheeks, a pair of red and watery eyes stared at him tenderly and heartbrokenly.
Although he said nothing, Volovits knew it was a silent prayer.
He also looked back at his wife.
Since Martha became pregnant, Volovitz has bought most of her salary for all kinds of meat and medicines.
He fed his originally thin wife as much as he did.
Whenever his wife complains that she can't eat it, he will swear: "Although you only have one mouth, it's two people who eat it."
Wife Martha is the daughter of the armed farmer.
At the sorority meeting organized by the leader of the battle, he almost stopped beating when he saw her at the first glance.
Brown-red thick braids, baby's fat face, and a sun flower on his ears.
Unlike other people's yellow teeth, she can reveal a big white teeth when she smiles.
Among the nearly 100 girls present, no matter how others think, he thinks that this girl named Martha is the best.
He was held up by his comrades, lifted up and put it in front of Martha. He uh, he didn't say a word for three minutes.
In the end, the kind-hearted girl took the initiative to reach out and danced the first dance with him at the dance. After that, Volovitz must appear at Martha's doorstep every holiday or rest.
In about three months, Volovitz and Martha got engaged and entered the palace of marriage with the blessing of the military priest.
Martha didn't like the wooden house assigned by the army, so Volovitz found the commander of the battle to approve a piece of land and built his own house.
The room he lived in was built by himself, his comrades and the hired workers.
The house looks complicated, but it is similar to building a camp and a chest wall on the battlefield.
After half a year, he built his own house.
How beautiful this house is, how beautiful it is.
The first and second layers are piled with red bricks, mortar concrete is bonded, and the third-layer attic is made of brick and stone pillars and wooden boards.
They painted the walls and bought various paneling decorations on the market.
The house also comes with a small courtyard, a well was dug, and a water pump was installed.
On the day of completion, Volovitz and his comrades and bosses who came to celebrate laid a door sign and email at the door.
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The door sign reads "Vorowitz Pucente and Martha Pucente House" and the email address is "No. 13, Straight Street, Second Camp of Black Champion".
It was just the first day they moved in, but they had to sleep on the floor because he spent all his savings and dug the well, but forgot to buy a bed and furniture.
Volovitz couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, and in the end he still asked the team leader to borrow some before buying a bed.
In the end, because the cost of building a house was too high, most of his money was used to pay off his debts, and he could only save a little bit every month.
In order to subsidize the household income, Martha sat at home and spinned a spinning wheel. She also opened a small vegetable garden in the courtyard and raised two chickens.
Little by little, they bought chairs, tables, wardrobes, and tableware, candlesticks and dishes.
With more and more furniture, the space in the room became narrower and narrower, which made him and Martha get closer and closer.
Eventually, Martha became pregnant.
So the latest furniture purchased by Pcentet's house is a crib.
The one who lost all his relatives because of the flood, joined the Guards because of hunger, and held the saber crying and charging because of hatred-
Finally, I had my own home at No. 13, Zhi Street, the legion of the Hongfeng Township Legion, Fort Joan Arc.
The body of cousin Drace's eyes, the overwhelming flood and the beggar fighting and the memory of the knights fighting on the battlefield.
Just like a long time ago, I was almost forgotten in the corner of my mind.
It was not until Volovits saw the news of the Lea invasion in the communiqué, until the newspaper reported the blood and tears of the military garrison area, and until the emergency recall order of the commander of the war team was issued, he realized-
Those nightmares never left him.
The church, the king, the knight, the Lea people, never left.
Does he want to fight?
If possible, he doesn't want to fight and fight with those who he doesn't know.
But if he was asked to accept his wife's equivalent to sheep like cousin Drace, he was asked to accept that the unborn child was squeezed into wine like the blue-blooded orphan.
Then he would rather fight on the battlefield all his life and separate those nightmares from each other forever.
As the priest of the army said, Thousand River Valley is everyone's business...
“…not just a matter of someone.”
Volovits turned his head and glanced at his tears in his eyes, and he kissed her soft and wet lips.
"Old Satoru said too many principles of the Holy Way that I can't understand, and I basically didn't understand them all." Volovitz's mouth pressed against his wife's ear, "I only understand one, I'll fight for tomorrow."
(This chapter ends)