Chapter 248: Saving for a whole month
Nanze Lake, the southern swamp.
The lowest point in the entire Daze Township is a paradise for monsters and giant spiders.
The muddy and rancid ground is covered with a thin layer of snow.
Some withered and yellow hay poked out from the snow, and from time to time a few small bubbles would pop up in the cold mire on the roadside.
When it breaks, it will make a faint "pop" sound, which is extremely clear in the quiet hills.
A lot of the heavy snowfall during the Xinyuan Festival has disappeared, and the lake is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky of winter and the reeds on the lakeshore.
The reeds on the shore are covered with thick white snow, and the breeze can blow up some snow powder.
Opposite the lake are the rolling hills and foothills. The branches of the pine trees at the foothills are covered with condensed snow.
Navy blue rocks are exposed outside the white snow. A spider as big as a dog lies on the rocks, eating mushrooms and shrubs growing in the rock crevices.
The cold sunlight shines on his matte black body, reflecting a metallic luster, and from time to time you can hear their weird "hissing" sound.
The strange thing is that the ones who get along well with the giant spiders are those terrifying long-haired undead.
With their arms hanging down, they moved blindly through the swamp and snow, wandering around in this wasteland.
However, neither the giant spider nor the undead saw the animal ears flapping in the bushes. Several lycanthropes huddled behind rocks and trees, nervously looking over there.
After determining the number and distribution of giant spiders and undead, they first bent down and left the vicinity, and then ran wildly on the undulating hillside.
After a while, he returned to the marching queue and passed the news to the commander of this pest control operation, Jeanne.
Standing in the large army, Brune followed the people in front step by step, following the movements in the "War Monk Holy Code".
His right hand was down, holding the tail of the 3.5-meter long gun, leaning the gun barrel against the shoulder socket, and holding the lower part of the gun barrel with his left hand to prevent it from shaking left and right.
According to the introduction of the "Holy Scripture", Brune should keep a distance of 1.8 meters from the person in front.
However, the marching queue did not completely follow the "Holy Scripture". For example, the Holy Scripture said that when marching, the holy gunmen stood at the front and at the back to facilitate defense against enemies.
But this time, they were fighting against giant spiders and long-haired undead, so they used the old car-fort tactics.
On both sides of their column, the holy gunmen followed the armored chariots and slowly moved forward on the snow.
The snow does not turn cold, and even though it is sunny, the soil has not thawed into a muddy shape, and the carriage can still walk.
Horn hurriedly dispatched the pest control expeditionary force, partly because of terrain considerations.
After all, with carriages, they can load more supplies and resist more enemies.
"Brune, what are you doing? You're walking too fast." The imperial commander who was traveling with him on the side reminded him in a low voice, and Brune quickly slowed down his pace.
He is tall and has long legs. He is surrounded by a circle of 1.6-meter-six-meter-old guys. He will lose touch with the team if he is not careful. This is his old problem.
"Thank you." Brune just finished speaking.
I heard the military judge next to me suddenly shout, "First Guards Corps, Third Lancer Brigade, Brune whispered to each other during the march, and received a demerit."
Brune. He pursed his lips for a moment, and even glared angrily at the boy army who had a red scarf tied on his arm.
During the New Year's Day, Brune spent most of his time at Jonard's house. Occasionally he would go home and chat with the familiar Gashkul.
It wasn't until he returned to the military camp that he realized that he actually missed this cramped place.
After the New Year's Day, Brune was admitted to the First Guards Corps together with Jonard due to his honest character and no bad record.
It’s just that Jonar is a Holy Beloved, so he joined the First Holy Gun Brigade. Brune is tall and strong, so he was assigned to the Third Lance Brigade.
After officially joining the military camp, he finally began to wear a half-breastplate and pick up a spear to stab.
"Sacred Code" training is one of Brune's most painful times. They are required to practice exactly according to the movements in the "Sacred Code".
How to hold a spear, how to stab, how to exert force, how to use breathing methods, and how to apply breathing methods to resist the knight's impact.
Brune is like a puppet, only performing one action at a time, and practicing stabbing and individual marksmanship at least hundreds of times every day.
The most terrifying thing during the period was the island tour. They had to carry long guns, wear breastplates and brimmed helmets, and carry supplies on their backs to walk a full circle on the muddy Qiumu Island.
That was the first time he felt that the armor didn't look so good. After forty days of military training, Brune no longer knew how to walk with his neck curled up like before.
Not only Brune, but all the war monks around him have changed a lot.
Their complexions are no longer sickly sallow or off-white, but more normal white with a bit of flesh color.
In terms of energy and spirit, they are no longer blind and sluggish before, but show a bit of flexibility that they should have at their age.
This change is naturally not completed in one day, but is the result of continuous accumulation and the continuous preaching of the Holy Father priests and military chaplains.
The key point for quantitative change to lead to qualitative change is probably the grievance meeting held every three days.
The footsteps stepped on the muddy ground containing broken ice. It was obviously brown soil, but it made a creaking sound like a branch breaking.
The muscles on Brune's calf fit tightly with the linen leggings, allowing him to still take steps.
While walking, Brune was once again distracted. At every grievance meeting, the military chaplains would find someone to come on stage and encourage him to simply tell his story.
In the first few times, a lot of people cried during each complaint meeting. Brune saw Jonard crying several times, but refused to admit it.
Brune couldn't cry. He was in pain, but he didn't know why he couldn't cry.
My fellow travelers joked that it might be because his tears were flowing in his stomach.
The sound of neat footsteps in his ears woke Brune out of his distraction. He raised his head. The lake on the left and the foothills on the right were both exuding the color of white snow in the sun.
Looking forward, the dense forest of spears, armor and armor made a "clang" collision sound.
Lowering his head, Brune once again adjusted the distance between himself and the people in the front row.
When he saw the sawtooth winter grass embroidered with gold at his feet, he couldn't help but think of Horn.
During this time, Horn always stayed in the military camp, living with them, the lowest-level soldiers, for unknown reasons.
According to His Majesty himself, they are not soldiers, but war monks. The military camp is a monastery, so he actually lives in a monastery.
Very reasonable.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, His Majesty the Pope is not a particularly serious person. He and Bishop Paslik often exchange vulgar insults and joke
Your Majesty often eats with them, and whatever they eat is what Your Majesty eats.
After eating, I will lean on the fence and tell them church jokes and many magical stories.
Your Majesty's words are vivid and lifelike, which is much more interesting than their dry jokes.
Such a big man eats and lives with them. This gesture is indeed admired by many war monks.
If any officer beats or abuses the war monks for no reason or reason, the war monks will often complain directly to his Majesty, and I can basically uphold justice.
If confirmed, the officer would not only have to be locked up in a dark room, but he would also be punished, or even stripped of his rank or position.
Don’t think that Shengsun is soft-hearted. If you stand or walk in the wrong direction, Your Majesty will personally pick up a wooden stick and instill piety into the erring recruits.
Occasionally, they will also have entertainment activities. Every five or six days, they will have a half-day vacation, allowing them to play football in the camp or go out and hunt rabbits nearby.
Take a big vacation every two weeks and give them a day to go home and visit relatives, or they can save it and use it together at the end of the month.
“Woo-woo——”
The sound of the horn sounded from the front line, interrupting Brune's memories and thoughts, but his pace did not stop at all.
The war monks will not stop their progress without hearing the order.
"What happened?" Hearing the sound of the horn, Jeanne rode her horse and quickly ran from the rear team to the front team, "Aren't you not at the scheduled place yet?"
"Your Highness the Saint, the orc scouts saw hundreds of giant spiders and dozens of undead in front of us, attracted by the sound and smell, running in our direction."
"Where did it come from?"< br>
"I don't know."
"Expand the formation." Standing up in stirrups, Jeanne waved the Holy Grail flag in her hand, "Get ready for battle!"
(End of this chapter)