Chapter 157 Sharpening Soldiers
When Bulwerv was dragged to the ice vegetable cellar in the west that he was extremely familiar with, the two guards he had found had already been hoisted up the flagpole under the command of the heads of the ten households.
Under the moonlight, Jeanne stood there and looked at Horn quietly.
Horn walked towards her with a smile, and did not stop until there was only about a foot between them.
“Why are you late?”
There was a rare cry of grievance in Jeanne's voice.
"Something delayed me on the way." Horn touched Jeanne's head, "By the way, I have to make a quibble. I don't call you sister, just because you are in my eyes. I don't call you sister." You think of me as my sister, you are my Jeanne."
Lowering her head, Jeanne didn't let Horn see her face: "Well..."
Horn stretched out his hand directly, He held Jeanne in his arms and kissed her on the forehead: "We will talk about these things later. Take out your battle flag. I need you to do me a favor."
About ten Minutes later, Jeanne and Sissi left the camp with two brigades of black hat troops and headed towards the village under the night.
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Near Castle Joan of Arc, there is a special form of village called a refugee village.
These villagers are not on the official household registration of Fort Joan of Arc, but they are on the tax household registration.
They are the manor tenants of the duke and the territorial nobles. During the slack season, they still have to go out and work as laborers and do small businesses in various places.
On this night, the villagers of Blacknight Village unexpectedly did not sleep peacefully in their beds, but gathered in the center of the village square.
They lowered their voices and whispered uneasily, looking at these well-armed and capable soldiers.
One of the refugee couples was standing at the front, rubbing the corners of their clothes awkwardly. They still couldn't believe what Jeanne said before.
The Duke made wine out of their son, which is ridiculous.
But Jeanne couldn't control their thoughts. She sat on the horse and after confirming that the two people's identities were correct, she nodded towards Sissi.
“Don’t you want evidence? Listen up.”
Sissi opened the letter in her hand and read it aloud.
"Papa, Mom, I'm doing well in the monastery. The blind uncle asked me to tell you two things that we all know to prevent you from doubting..."
"...we I have to wash away my sins here before I can come to see you..."
"...Papa, I learned to write here. The blind uncle got sick and became blind. He asked us to write. Now I can read. I know how to read..."
"...In general, it’s a good place and I’ll be back soon..."
When Sissi finished reciting the contents of the letter, the peasant woman had already fainted and fell to the ground, while her husband stood blankly.
But gradually his whole body began to tremble, as if someone was grabbing his head and shaking it.
Suddenly, he jumped up on the spot, turned around, rushed to the edge of the crowd, and punched the village priest in the face, knocking him over on his back.
Riding directly on the priest's belly, his thick arm muscles bulged, and he strangled the priest's neck.
"Beasts! You damn beasts!"
The husband's eyes were red and his face was as ferocious as if he was possessed by a devil.
“Stop him quickly!”
“The Andeker family cannot beat priests, they will go to hell.”
“Let go of me, they are the ones who should Go to hell!”
“Don’t be impulsive, this may not be true”
"Okay." Jeanne stepped forward and stopped him with a long battle flag. "You are lucky, you still have a relic."
The husband immediately let go of his hand and rolled around. He came closer to Jeanne and looked at Jeanne beseechingly.
Jean Na turned her head unbearably and took out an eye mask from her bag.
Seeing the blindfold, the husband trembled again. He couldn't control it anymore. He grabbed the blindfold in his hand, covered his face, knelt in the mud and cried loudly.
His eldest son was blinded in his right eye by a bee sting. The eyepatch was sewn by his wife herself, and he was very familiar with it.
These villagers all know this matter.
The appearance description is consistent, the time is consistent, the letters can tell the exact events, and there are even relics.
The villagers began to tremble. They had more than one or two relatives and friends stolen away by the Pied Piper over the years.
Many villagers began to approach Jeanna eagerly, hoping that Jeanna would come up with letters related to their relatives and friends, but also fearing that Jeanna would actually come up with them.
Looking at the crowd gathered around, Jeanne took a deep breath and said loudly: "I didn't bring all of these letters, and the rest are in the new refugee camp.
I am here to inform you that it is because the Duke has actually colluded with the church for a long time and helped them sell blue blood wine.
You refugees and hired farmers move around, and your relatives and friends are his best targets.
I know you may not believe it. If you figure it out, either follow me or go to our new refugee camp. "
While the villagers were talking a lot, the villager holding his son's blindfold walked up to Jeanne.
"Saintess, is there anything I can do? "He gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed not to come from his throat, but from hell.
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Kovinskel refugee village.
After the villager from Blacknight Village came, the whole village lit up with the light of torches.
In one of the thatched houses located at the end of the village, the farmer was hurriedly taking off his pajamas and putting on serious clothes for traveling during the day.
"Are you going too? You are the only young man in our family, so forget it." The peasant woman blocked the door and said.
"This matter, this matter cannot be forgotten." Trembling all over, the farmer gritted his teeth and said, "The Duke of Sungoat, that is my biological sister, she is only eight years old, how dare they do this Do it.”
“Don’t go, don’t you admit this?” The peasant woman begged and grabbed the farmer’s arm.
"Who admitted it? Who admitted it! Damn it, I never admitted it! I just couldn't help it." Opening his wife's fingers, the farmer slammed the hat in his hand on the ground, "I just There’s nothing I can do!”
“Your sister has been summoned by the Lord, and you can’t revive her.”
"If I don't go, aren't you afraid that our little Miss and Little Will will be lured away by the Pied Piper one day? Then the Duke will attract the Imperial Company, and they will massacre Xiaochi City, and then our Little Miss and Little Will will It will also turn into wine.”
The peasant woman opened her mouth wide. She looked at her son and daughter who were sleeping soundly on the straw bed, and suddenly let go of her hand.
"Wait a minute."
She walked behind the stove and took out a dark dagger.
“This is my father’s sword.” Choking, the peasant woman handed the dagger to the farmer, “Don’t die. If you die, I will take them to remarry.”
Wiping the tears on his face with his sleeves, he put the dagger in his belt, picked up the only metal pitchfork in the house, opened the door of the house and ran towards the dark night.
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Muschepali refugee village.
A large number of people also gathered in the center of the village. They looked at the farmer with red eyes in the middle, doubtful.
"You, are you telling the truth?" The village chief looked at the letter in his hand, listened to his story, and asked fearfully.
"Of course, I never lie about my little Colton! My youngest and most beloved son!" Colton gritted his teeth. "The damn Duke has betrayed us. He wants to destroy all the people in Fort Joan of Arc." Children under the age of fifteen are made into blue blood wine."
"But, this is so ridiculous, I can't believe it."
"There is nothing unbelievable about this. !" Colton growled, "It was a rumor that the Duke wanted to impose a war tax, but it turned out that it was true.
It was a rumor that the price of food would skyrocket when the war came, but it really did. < br>
You said that the death of old Dean Juanno was a rumor, but it is still true. Do you dare to say that this is a rumor? ”
"This is just a letter. Anyone can forge it."
"There are relics of the blue-blooded orphans over there in the camp. There is tangible evidence. If you don't believe it, just go and see for yourself. The evidence will not escape."< br>
Losing his patience with the village chief, Colton pushed him away and yelled at the surrounding villagers: "If you want to see the evidence, you want to know the relatives and friends who were led away by the Pied Piper." Wherever you are, just follow me!”
After that, Colton walked straight out of the village regardless of what happened to the remaining villagers.
After a period of silence from the surrounding villagers, two people suddenly walked out and chased Colton.
"Wait for me."
Then people returned home one after another, lit torches, chased Colton or ran towards the new refugee camp on their own.
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The moon was high in the sky, and when Jeanne returned from the wild, she was followed by a long dragon with torches.
Thousands of young and strong farmers, both men and women, carrying pitchforks, sickles, axes, or even just a stick, followed closely behind her horse.
Under the moonlight, they walked chaotically. From time to time, someone stepped on each other's feet or accidentally fell, but they didn't say a word, got up and continued to move forward.
Most of their faces are numb, but in the moonlight, you can see the tears in the corners of their eyes, and the hands holding farm tools are full of veins.
Step by step, stepping on the dry and hard soil, walking towards the brightly lit camp.
Madelan stood on the watchtower of the camp and looked around. Around the entire Fort Joan of Arc, one after another, the refugee villages in the wilderness were lit up by torches.
This can only be seen with the naked eye. Behind the woods and on the hillside, villagers followed the river and drove boats to spread the gradually distorted facts in Fort Joan of Arc, which has a developed water system.
The air smelled of rosin and burning wood, and the cold wind seemed to be ignited by the anger surging underground.
The torches continue to gather together to form a long dragon of torches, heading towards the destination.
And their destination, the final location, is the new refugee camp.
At the entrance of the refugee camp, a new wooden platform with a height of one method has been erected. In the center of the wooden platform is an altar.
Horn, dressed in woolen holy clothing, stood in front of the altar. He faced the altar and looked to the west.
That's the direction of Castle Joan of Arc.
On the night of November 10, 1444 in the imperial calendar, we were still three miles away from Castle Joan of Arc.
(End of this chapter)