Chapter 257: The sword is sharpened

"This is..."

Looking down at the barbecue sprinkled with white salt, butter and rosemary on the plate, Brune was a little confused. Look at the people in front of you.

"Here is food for you. You will go to the battlefield tomorrow. Eat more." The cook Brisha waved away the drooling teenagers standing at the door.

Brune and Jonard sitting in the cafeteria looked at each other.

At last night's public opinion meeting, Horn announced the date of the fight.

The reason for delaying one day is not only to prepare supplies, but also to give these war monks time to go home and say goodbye to their relatives and friends.

Brune didn't feel too nervous, or he was so nervous that he couldn't feel it.

Having dinner with Gashkul in the morning, he went to Jonnar's neighborhood in the afternoon and played ball with some friends.

They went home and prepared to pack their bags and go to the military camp.

Since the latest time to return to camp is five o'clock in the afternoon, even though it is only three o'clock now, the cafeteria has prepared dinner for these war monks who are on the expedition.

“Aunt Brisha, we often eat meat in the military camp.” Jonard smiled and cut pieces of meat with a knife, grabbed a kid, and forced the meat into his mouth. .

Brune followed the same example and gave each of these half-grown boys a bite of meat. In the end, there was some minced meat and broth left, and he drank it all.

Aunt Brisa's eyes suddenly turned red. She rushed forward and gave each of the three or five war monks a big hug.

“You are all good boys.” Brisha wiped her tears with her apron, “If possible, I really hope you don’t go to the battlefield.”

"You have to go, either we go or you go." Patting Aunt Brisha's majestic back, Jonard comforted, "It's better that we go."

"No, no... ...Damnable nobleman..." Brisha leaned on Jonnar's shoulder and sobbed softly.

Brune stood beside Jonnar. Others may not have heard it, but he heard a hint of choking in Jonnar's comforting words.

“Ouch, my stomach hurts.”

Sure enough, before Jonard said a few words, he suddenly covered his face and ran towards the toilet.

Brune couldn't help but smile. Just as he was about to walk out the door, someone grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

It was Old Jonnar. His face was a little haggard and there were two scratches on his neck: "Are you free to chat? I'll buy you a drink."

Follow Old Jonnar Walking up to the second floor, the room was too small and there were still women there, so Brune didn't go in.

Old Jonard walked into the room and took two small glasses of potato root wine. He and Brune leaned on the wooden railing of the corridor and looked down.

After taking a sip of the wine glass, old Jonnar looked at the children playing in the courtyard: "Did you know? Among the ten people in my family, only Jonnar is my biological child."

Brune, who has always been "not surprised at all changes", immediately widened his eyes. Is it so exciting?

"Lisa and Alita are children of my cousins. My parents died of hunger and starvation, so I adopted them." Old Jonnar took another sip, "Unknowingly, Ten were adopted.”

Brune then realized that this was a custom in the Qianhe River Valley, similar to the insurance system that relied on blood relationships.

It originates from the custom of raising orphans together during the Kush tribal period.

Qianhe Valley people attach great importance to the concept of kinship, and this custom of adopting orphans from relatives and treating them as their own has played a great role in promoting this.

For example, Jeanne was adopted by Horn's father, Old Gallar.

“Did you see these scratches?” Old Jonard turned his head and asked Brune to look at the marks on his neck.

“My wife said that I have already caused her to lose her biological little daughter Karshensa, am I going to make her lose her last child again?”

Brune did not answer. , he is so stupid that he doesn’t know how to answer it.

Lowering his head, he just watched Jonnar and his younger brothers and sisters playing hide and seek in the flower garden.

Jonard is also just a young man under twenty years old.

Thinking about it carefully, I am only in my early twenties and have not even married a wife. It is really a big loss.

“But I told her that Jonar went to the battlefield so that little Jonar would not go to the battlefield, and so that other Karshensha would not go to the battlefield...”

Old Qiao Nall looked at his reflection in the wine glass and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I can't go to the battlefield, but if you go to the battlefield, if you have the chance, help my wife take care of her children."

"I will." Seeing Brune agree so decisively, old Jonard suddenly smiled and said: "If there is still a chance, help me kill a knight."

"Okay."

"Don't force it, I mean if there is a chance." Maybe Brune gave people too much sense of reality, and old Jonard was afraid that he wouldn't understand. Just a joke, please make up for it quickly.

Brune gave him a strange look: "Of course I know."

Looking at Brune with a strange look on his face, old Jonard was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laughed.

"Actually, every child in Qianhe River Valley is like our child, including Qian and Brune. If you had met me earlier, maybe I would adopt you."

"If I could have you like this It would be my honor to be a father.”

Brune did not look at old Jonard, but looked enviously at Jonard who was knocked down by his younger brothers and sisters and pretended to be at ease.

“Let’s have a drink.” Old Jonard raised the wooden wine glass in his hand, “To our common enemies and our common relatives.”

Looking at Old Joe blankly After a long while, Brune slammed the wine glass in his hand onto old Jonnar's wine glass.

"Cheers!"

Madelan knocked the wine glass in her hand gently on Frick's tombstone, spilling a little of the wine and soaking it into the moist soil.

“You’re still giving up drinking. I don’t think you, old man, can stop drinking at all.” Madeleine scolded with a smile and sat cross-legged in front of Frick’s tombstone.

Twisting the wine glass between her fingers, Madeleine had a thousand words to say, but could not say a word.

He originally wanted to talk about how strong the Salvation Army was, how good Qiu Mu Island was, and how fast these three months passed.

The wine collided in the glass, as if all the words had sunk into the wine.

"The children of the Qianhe Valley people are going to the battlefield again."

Madelan's voice was hoarse and dry. He looked at this simple wooden tombstone: "I'm sorry, but if we don't bring They go to the battlefield, and more children will die in the future."

The tombstone did not respond, but a gust of wind blew in the distance.

A broken leaf that had survived the whole winter actually fell in the spring breeze and landed on Madeleine's shoulder.

Pick the dead leaf from your shoulder and unfold it in the palm of your hand. It is so fragile that it seems to collapse at the first touch, but it survives the whole winter strongly.

He held the icon on his chest tightly.

“Don’t worry, I am here, and so is Your Majesty. When we capture the Castle of Joan of Arc, and when we expel the Church of the Thousand Valleys, we will establish a new Papal State.”

"I promise you that in the new Papal State, every Thousand Valleys person can go home and have a home."

"Our Papal State will be a country that can make all children laugh."

The wind blew away Madeleine's murmur and turned into the sound of flowing water in a stream.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone, the setting sun slanted on his side, drawing out the black silhouettes of one person, one monument and countless metasequoia trees on the ground.

The leaves were rustling, and the wind seemed to be complaining or singing, but Madeleine couldn't hear it.

Standing in front of the tombstone for who knows how long, his ears suddenly moved. There were many more things in the original sound of wind and water.

He stood up slowly and listened. He heard it among the woods, in the spring breeze, and in the grass blades.

He heard the sound of uniform shouts and the sound of armor clashing from Qiumu Island, and was carried far and wide by the wind.

“Blood covers the clouds, swords sharpen and soldiers are sharpened. Heaven sends saints and grandsons to kill the injustice!”

“If there is injustice, come forward and listen. If you kill them all, there will be no peace!”

( End of chapter)