Chapter 62 Betting on the National Fortune (Part 1)
“Hey, hey, here comes the chicken soup.”
The night was like water, even a little cold, and Madeleine’s voice seemed so warm at this moment.
Carrying a large pot of chicken soup, he walked into the copy room called the dining room with quick steps.
The aroma of chicken soup wafted out from the cracks in the pot lid, and the noses of the high-ranking bishops of the Papal State present were twitching slightly.
Putting the chicken soup on the five-meter-long copying table, Madeleine wiped his hands with his apron and looked around: "Drink, why don't you drink it?"
"Jeshka, sit down, let's Let’s take a few sips of the soup first.” Horn explained to the bishop present with a smile, “This is a midnight snack that I specially ordered the chef to treat everyone to.”
Jeshka stood next to the map on the wall. He sat down at the table obediently.
Picked up the pottery bowl and scooped out a bowl of soup. Madeleine handed it to Jeshka: "Here, drink it while it's hot."
Each of the seven or eight people present got a piece of soup. Bowls of soup, even the guards standing at the door.
Things like chicken legs, wings, and breasts naturally went into the belly of the bishops, while the guards could only eat chicken heads and feet.
Although the Pope's country is vast and has abundant supplies, such chicken soup is not something that the guards can enjoy every day, so they naturally have no complaints.
Picking up the spoon, Chilvis scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and tried to put it into his mouth.
But his hand was shaking uncontrollably, and he had to hold his wrist with his other hand to drink the soup smoothly.
“This smells a little weird.”
"It's good to have chicken soup. Why are you picky? If you don't want to drink it, I'll drink it." Madelan rolled her eyes and took a sip, "Tsk, tsk, not salty, not bland, it tastes great."
On the side Grampwin took out a small glass of malt wine: "I think you are missing this."
Chilvis took it with a smile: "I have something urgent to do tomorrow. Just drink this one cup, no one can persuade you."
"Who persuaded you?"
Busak and others beside him couldn't help laughing. , even Danji, who was always serious, smiled and took a sip of chicken soup.
"Okay, okay, be serious, we are having a tactical meeting." With a smile on his face, Horn knocked on the table with the scepter in his hand, "Be quiet, be quiet."
Blowed With the water mist rising from the chicken soup in the bowl, Horn smiled and said to Jeshka: "Madeleine was not here just now, please briefly describe our plan again."
"Yes, Your Majesty. "
Jeshka pointed to the simple map laid out on the table and said: "Look, this is the place where we agreed with the militia captain of the church, Xiaonigou. >This place was originally a small slope, an armed farmer's field, surrounded by dense bushes and groves on both sides, with a fence around the edge
After the flood, this portion of the original dirt road became muddy, limiting the width of the battlefield.
No matter how many they have, they will definitely not be able to use it here. Originally, any commander with a brain would definitely avoid this route if they chose it.
But due to the selfishness and arrogance of the enemy, they actually set the route here. "
Jeshka gestured on the map with a small branch: "We can arrange the black hat army in this gap in the front to attract attention.
Our Guards and Holy Grail Knights are ambushing on the side, choosing the opportunity to make a surprise attack.
Those armored sergeants were divided into two groups by the Holy Grail Knights and surrounded and annihilated them.
The Apostolic Guards only need to entangle the night watch guards, and when the black hat army defeats the serf soldiers, they will come to support.
At that time, we will be able to defeat the enemy with the force of two sides. ”
“The plan is beyond reproach. "Grampwin scratched his head, "But can the black hat army really defeat the serf soldiers? "
"The Black Hat Army's training performance has improved by leaps and bounds recently, and I think they can barely meet the requirements. Horn took a sip of chicken soup and said, "Jeshka, what do you think?" ”
"It's foolproof, Your Majesty, if a soldier of the church steps over the fence, I will change my name to Slug." Jeshka replied firmly.
“Everyone, the success or failure of the Papal State will depend on this battle.” Horn nodded, and he raised the pottery bowl in his hand, “It’s getting late, everyone will go back after drinking this bowl of soup. Let's rest."
After drinking the chicken soup, everyone dispersed, and Horn returned to the bedroom with heavy steps.
But when he lay on the big bed, he didn't feel sleepy.
He rolled from one side of the bed to the other, unable to close his eyes, and just kept tossing and turning.
Time passed little by little and the moon gradually rose higher. Just when Horn was about to get up and stay awake until morning prayers, Carrie's arm stretched out from the side.
The warm moisture made Horn's ears itchy, and there was a scent that came from nowhere.
"Papa, are you going to fight tomorrow?"
"No, we are just going to a special knight competition, not going to fight."
"Really "I don't believe it." Carrie pursed her lips, "You are obviously going to fight."
Horn knocked her head dumbfounded: "You still know?"
"I am not a fool to beat him up!"
Horn's eyes widened: "This "Who taught you that?"
Carrie hesitated but refused to continue speaking. She just put her arms around Horn's waist and pressed Horn's head into her body. . Resting on Carrie's broad chest, Horn sighed comfortably.
"Papa, if you leave tomorrow, will you come back?"
"Maybe you will never come back, maybe you will come back tomorrow." After a long silence, Horn murmured.
Horn didn’t know whether he was talking to Carrie or to himself.
Not long after saying this, he was lying in Carrie's arms, and long-awaited sleepiness crept onto Horn's forehead.
Putting his head between the two warm flesh, as if floating in the soft sea water, Horn's eyelids became heavier and heavier.
After a long silence, Carrie held Horn's head and whispered: "Papa, I want to go with you too."
"Don't make trouble." Horn's eyes had closed together, But she still didn't forget to refuse, "You have even forgotten your ability as a witch. You have no power to restrain a chicken, so just stay at home."
Pouting, Carrie did not reply, but just put her cheek It was attached to the top of Horn's head.
Feeling the soft touch on his head, Horn could no longer open his eyes and fell asleep.
With his chest bunched up, Horn seemed to have released his long-standing fatigue and tension, and slept extremely soundly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
Grampwin's voice sounded from Horn's ears, and Horn opened his eyes in a haze, as if they had just been closed.
"Is it time?"
Grampwen did not speak, but just stepped aside, and the faint morning light poured in through the cross-stained window.
Horn woke up instantly.
According to the original plan, it was during morning prayer time, that is, we would get up, gather and set off at 5 o'clock. It would still be dark at that time.
A terrible thought came to Horn's mind.
They seem to have slept.
Jumping up from the bed, Horn couldn't care less about his clothes.
He rushed to the bedroom door, and when he walked out, he saw Jeshka walking from the other side of the corridor.
"What's going on?"
Looking at Jeshka who was wearing her pants backwards and hastily tucking the hem of her clothes into her waistband, Horn asked sharply.
Jeshka was sweating profusely: "Originally, the cock crows three times or the monks ring the bell to wake us up, but today the cock didn't crow and the bell didn't ring either. I thought I woke up early. , I didn’t realize something was wrong until the sun rose..."
"The chicken didn’t crow? Why?"
"Our only time-telling chicken seemed to have been made by the cook last night. Chicken soup.”
"Didn't you eat it? Didn't you ask them to use that little hen that was thrown to death!?"
"No..."
"Where is the monk who rings the bell?"
“When Townley attacked the monastery earlier, he was accidentally injured and died.”
“Didn’t new people be arranged?”
"Yes, there are two armed peasants, but those two armed peasants joined the Black Hat Army. You ordered all the Black Hat Army to sleep in the military camp collectively, so..."
At this time, Chilvis and others People reacted in the same way, and they hurried over from the end of the corridor.
"Your Majesty, Bunian and Rafael have begun to assemble their troops, and the Guards are also gathering." Chilvis shouted as he hurriedly walked barefoot.
“I went to ask about the time-telling chicken.” Madeleine was trembling with anxiety. “The cook said that the little hen fell to death from a height and was tempted by the devil. He was in hell, so he couldn’t eat it.
You also ordered that a pot of chicken soup be made no matter what the situation was. Although they were very reluctant to give up, they still killed the rooster that told the time.”
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Horn was at a loss for words: "It's already dawn, there are so many of us, but no one has gotten up?"
"Ahem." Chilvis coughed, "Your Majesty, there are actually many people They were all awake early, but only we bishops dared to come out.
According to the "Sleeping Law", getting up and going out before the rooster crows three times or the bell rings is considered to be a violation of traveling at night without permission. According to the teachings, you will be punished by caning.
You dismissed a brigade commander because of this incident just yesterday..."
Took two boomerangs in a row. Horn felt blood filling his pupils: "How late are we?"
"We should get up at morning prayer time (5 o'clock), set out at dawn (6 o'clock), and start the war at zodiac time (8:30). It should be a little after dawn."
" Wake them all up and leave for Xiaonigou immediately.”
PS There will be another chapter later, and it’s already half written.
Then, I will make up for what I owed before by adding more on the weekends.
(End of this chapter)