Chapter 71 Today I drank a lot of celebratory wine and admired the general without any gray hair
According to the doctor, Sissi was just hit on the head and would wake up soon.
If Horn let go and let the doctor try a mint water enema, it might work.
This proposal was declined by Horn.
If I use this method, everything will be fine.
Besides, Horn has something important to do when he comes back.
We have won a battle that staked the nation's national destiny. How can we not celebrate?
Preparations for this celebration banquet and reward had already begun before Horn went on the expedition, and it was basically made by Madeleine.
Escorted the spoils of war and prisoners of war back to the monastery, and then messily treated the wounded and counted military merits.
Then there was a fight in front of the Holy Temple to suppress the Black Hats and Guards. They were busy all afternoon. In the evening, when the celebration banquet began, it stopped for a while.
The setting sun is like blood, covering everything with red veil.
In front of the small square at the entrance of the monastery, there are hundreds of sloping tables with uneven heights, some of which are only as high as a person's knees.
In order to protect against wind and possible rain, greenhouses were made of branches and canvas above this area.
The citizens of the Gulag monastery were noisily taking their seats. The children were running between the tables, chairs and benches, while the adults were holding broken bones and shouting "big big" and "little little".
Although there was nothing on the table, the fragrant aroma of food in the air still made everyone shed pious tears from their mouths.
Standing on the highest step in front of the monastery, the golden thread of Horn's ecclesiastical crown shined with a twisted luster, solemn and solemn.
Many soldiers of the Papal State waiting to be ennobled, their faces still bearing the old wounds from fighting with friendly troops, lined up in front of the steps.
"My fellow believers, I want to announce something to you. We have won this special athletic event!" Horn's voice was solemn and sonorous, resounding throughout the square.
The believers below immediately cheered impatiently and impatiently.
“In this war, my soldiers, you defended the glory of the Papal State with courage and loyalty and won the victory. Now, I will fulfill my pre-war promise.”
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When the soldiers of the two legions heard this, their original expressions of glaring at each other immediately turned into expectant smiles.
Picking up a scroll, Horn said with a smile: "I said earlier that I would give everyone a baron. I always feel that I have treated everyone too badly.
Such a great achievement, such a small baron, is really great I can't stand it.
So, I decided to follow the ancient El Empire's officer system and award you with honors!
Of course, if you want to be a baron, I can still give it to you! Created a Baronet.”
Is there such a good thing?
Originally, the soldiers thought that the Baron was more realistic. After all, they knew nothing and had no military exploits.
But after fighting such a high-quality and exquisite war competition, they felt that their military exploits could not be overstated, let alone a baron or an earl.
"Wu Li, captain of the fifth order company of the first brigade of the first division of the Black Hat Army, was awarded the rank of junior general, with a fief of 600 acres, a remote land of 540 acres, and three indulgences."
"Momri, captain of the First Order Company of the Fifth Brigade of the Guards, was awarded the title of general, with a fief of one thousand acres, a remote control of nine hundred acres, and six indulgences."
"Yada, captain of the Fifth Tengyue Company of the Third Brigade of the Boy's Army, is awarded the rank of junior general, with a fiefdom of 300 acres, a remote area of 270 acres, and three indulgences."
Horn recited each one. After hearing his name, the citizens of the Papal State burst into cheers.
But gradually, they discovered that something was wrong.
I cheered a little too much, and the physical exertion was so great that I started to lose my breath.
Under the steps, there were already a group of high-ranking officers from the Papal State.
After this award, there will be 140 junior generals, 65 generals, 10 marshals, and 1 generalissimo in the 210-man army of the Papal State.
The number of generals can already keep up with the El Empire in its heyday.
The title of Grand Marshal Horn was originally intended to be awarded to Jeshka.
However, due to the fierce public opinion during the internal court discussions in the Papal State, especially the establishment civil servants headed by Busac, they strongly opposed Jeshka's promotion.
Horn had no choice but to award this position of generalissimo to himself.
Standing on the high steps, Horn faced many awarded generals and handed them the land deeds and military rank strips with a smile.
From time to time, he would pat them on the shoulder and chat with them casually.
The land deeds in Horn's hands are all genuine and carefully crafted.
They are all made of carefully cut hemp paper, with thin short tassels on the edges, which is particularly gorgeous.
The text on the land deed is written in an elegant, almost translucent light ink, using a flying pen to break off the white space, leaving white space everywhere, revealing solemnity without revealing any trace.
Not only are the land on these land deeds real, they also have legal effect.
It has the autograph of His Majesty the Pope, announcing that the land of the Gulag Monastery will be entrusted to them.
On top of the signature, there is also the large carrot seal under the Pope’s crown:
“Ordained by the Holy Spirit, I will benefit life and death.”
As for whether the church agrees or not?
Nonsense, this national destiny battle has been won, and Horn is now the Pope. How dare the church disagree?
Not to mention, the church's land originally belonged to Crown Horn.
This is not about being exterminated. His Majesty Huo En is his adopted son, which is a normal inheritance of property.
From this perspective, His Majesty Horn is the son of a landlord, and the church is just a land renter.
What happens when a landlord subleases his own land to others?
It couldn't be more reasonable.
In addition to these land deeds, there are also vertical strips representing military ranks. These strips are made of linen, in the shape of long strips, and come in two colors: dark red and dark blue.
The junior general has one blue belt, the general has two blue belts, the marshal has two blue belts and one red belt, and the generalissimo has two blue and two red belts.
One end of these straps is sewn to the collarbones on both sides of the cloak, staggered left and right, and can be used to tie the cloak.
When not in use, you can also use it to hang things, such as purses and kettles.
As for the rags left over from making these strips, Madeleine still did not waste them and sewed them into palm-sized cloth bags. One bag for a junior general, two bags for a general, three bags for a marshal, and four bags for a general.
Watching these meritorious soldiers of the Papal State army changing their uniforms, Horn frowned. He always felt a strange sense of sight that came from nowhere.
When General Mengsey stood in front of him, Horn's sense of sight reached its peak.
A strip of dark blue tattered cloth hung from both ends of the black hooded cloak. On one side hung broken bones of unknown purpose, and on the other side hung a shaky wooden spoon.
The color of his shirt was covered with patches, and there were two rag bags hanging from his waist. He was wearing straw sandals, and his hairy calves were covered in mud.
For a moment, Horn almost lost his nerve.
The only difference between this and the classic image in his impression is a dog-beating stick.
As soon as the idea came to mind, Madeleine came over happily, hanging three strips and three bags, leaning on a stick as tall as one person.
“Your Majesty Horn, look, this is the bishop’s scepter I prepared for the bishops.”
"Why not?"
"Hey, your Majesty, please don't leave, Your Majesty!"
After the awarding, we can finally start eating.
Twenty peasant women and monks each carried dirty wooden barrels filled with delicacies for the banquet.
Going from table to table, a monk used a large wooden spoon to place a spoonful of stew filled with peas and rotten yellow cabbage on a plate.
Before the monk could walk away, countless hands and spoons reached out, and in the blink of an eye, the stew disappeared.
Fish soup, meatloaf, radish sticks, cabbage soup, fried bread sticks, boiled eggs...
In the dirty wooden barrel, there were both black hair and The fly is still squirming.
But how could the villagers care? For them who work in the fields all day long, a wanton banquet will be the only sweetness they can taste in a year.
“I saw that bread stick first, put it down!”
"I can still drink, don't stop me."
"Don't drink from it, it's a swill bucket!"
"Big, big!"
The dishes are stacked , juices burst out, and a layer of greasy dust accumulated on the dirty tabletop in less than half a day.
The men rolled up their sleeves, put one foot on the bench, shouted loudly, and boasted to each other.
The women tore open their collars to reveal greasy white, not even caring about the mead slipping from their chins into the ditch.
Despite the coming of the flood, the time in the Gulag Monastery was actually the most filling and best time for them.
The moon was high in the sky, and the smell of alcohol in the air was getting stronger and stronger. Madeleine had already sent people to light a bonfire to prepare for the increasingly lively night banquet.
“Burp——”
Pourring a large glass of mead into his mouth, Grampwin let out a long wine burp.
He took out a lute from nowhere and jumped onto the bench. He looked like he was about to fall over, but he managed to stand firm.
“Are you going to High Castle Fair?
Hemlock, haretail, rosemary and thyme,
Speak to a girl there for me Say hello,
Ask her to make me a linen shirt, hehe!”
With this country tune, the drunken villagers no longer had any bones to chew. They pushed away their chairs, stood up unsteadily, and walked spontaneously to the bonfire.
They held hands and formed a circular queue, hiding neatly on the ground sideways, kicking their legs, and began to dance around the circle.
At first it was just the villagers, but later the dissolute bishops joined in, and even His Majesty the Pope was dragged by Jeanne and Carrie to join the disco.
Almost everyone joined in.
Beside several campfires, the circle they formed sometimes became larger and sometimes smaller, and their laughter was cheerful and simple.
Still sitting in the corner, Danji looked at the festive scene with a smile.
That’s great. There were no rogue monks looking for trouble during the dinner. What a big difference from before.
"Danji, what are you doing sitting there? Come together."
"Yes, come here, let's go together."
Faced with the invitation, Danji He raised his glass and said: "I am a knight and cannot participate in such activities."
"In our eyes, you are much better than the knight. Come on."
"Yes, everyone is waiting."
A little girl suddenly jumped out of the crowd. He grabbed Danji's finger and pulled him towards the crowd.
Afraid of hurting the little girl, Danji had no choice but to move forward.
Holding the rough black hand of an old farmer in his left hand, and the skinny little hand of a little girl in his right hand, Danji jumped awkwardly.
Although he was still talking about chivalry, he couldn't stop the smile on his face.
The light of the bonfire in the distance danced in Sissi's pupils.
Even if he is in the bedroom on the third floor, he can still hear the laughter outside the courtyard wall.
Leaning against the window sill and watching quietly for a while, Sissi sighed.
Forget it tonight and tell them tomorrow.
When they know the news, I wonder if they will be happy again.
PS There will be another chapter later
(End of this chapter)