Chapter 281 The Chosen Pope
After simply cleaning up the battlefield, Horn did not lead the Salvation Army to Castle Joan of Arc immediately. Instead, he stayed temporarily in a nearby noble manor.
After bandaging the wounds and placing the injured and dead war monks in place, Horn was finally able to rest.
After taking two hurried bites of bread and hot soup, he could no longer bear the deep sleepiness and fell on the bed, sleeping until almost noon the next day before waking up.
But after waking up, Horn was surprised to find that he could not get out of bed due to muscle soreness and a broken thigh.
In desperation, she could only call Jeanne, who put Horne in the wheelchair like a princess and pushed him out.
"Jeanna, you are so quiet today."
Jeanna muttered a few words in a mosquito-loud voice, but Horn didn't hear it clearly, but he could probably guess what it meant. What words.
He did not answer, but suddenly asked: "Jeanna, who do you think is faster in the wheelchair sprint competition between me and Shilov?"
"Huh?" Jeanna asked first He was stunned, and then tapped Horn on the shoulder angrily, "Why do you always ask such disrespectful questions?"
"You laughed yourself, and you said something about me."
"I didn't!"
"You are clearly laughing now,"
The two quarreled for a while. Then Horn changed the subject: "I know what you are thinking, but the soldiers who died in the battle are not your fault. What is wrong is that we are too weak. What is wrong is that the world is not reasonable at all."
"… …”
"There is always death in war, and you and I have to face it and remember it."
"Humph, I will remember it." Jeanne snorted lightly, "One day, I will expel all those nobles Go out, and the people of Qianhe Valley will never have to go to the battlefield again."
"There will be a day." Turning to face the front, Horn leaned on the back of the wheelchair and shouted, "Armand!"
As soon as Horn shouted, he felt a dull pain from the muscle pulling the wound on his eyebrow bone.
"Your Majesty, I am here."
"What are our losses in this battle?"
The steamy sunshine hovered in the dark corridor, and Horn's wheelchair rolled across the dusty ground.
"About 895 people died in the battle, more than 400 were seriously injured, and more than 1,100 were slightly injured. Almost everyone was injured."
"Is that many?" Although I had long expected it, but Hearing this number, Horn still felt heavy in his heart.
Having lived and ate together for three months, Horn had become quite familiar with these good guys. He could not blame him for being sad when he suddenly lost several relatives and friends.
Sensing Horn's slightly depressed mood, Armand quickly added: "But we captured 788 war horses, 320 sets of knights' full body armor, 277 sets of ordinary breastplates, 489 sets of chainmail and leather armors, such as armed swords, Spears, hammers and other weapons, as well as other supplies, are still being counted.”
Hearing Armand’s words, Horn was slightly cheered up. He knew that as the Pope, he was the one who could not be depressed. people.
With these weapons, and the territory and resources of Fort Joan of Arc, at least they won’t die so many people next time.
These war monks died in the best years of their lives.
The average age of the war monks is less than thirty years old. It was this group of young people who defeated Leia's most powerful force, the Order Company.
Let alone the farmer defeating the Imperial Company, it is extremely rare for the farmer to defeat the extraordinary knight.
But the Salvation Army did it. This was the first time in the history of the Thousand River Valley, but it was not the last time.
After getting rid of the gloom in his heart, Horn calmed down and continued to ask: "How are the legion commanders?"
"The legion commander Wei of the Black Hat Army Ke Duo's neck was broken. He had three stages of breathing. He was rescued with medicine and forced monks to bless him. He was not paralyzed, but needed to rest.
Legion Commander Coleman of the Second Black Hat Army had his right foot below the ankle. Amputated.
Rudillo, the commander of the Fourth Black Hat Army, was shot in the skull by a crossbow. He was saved, but the arrow was left in his brain.
Meng Sai, commander of the Second Guards Army, howled all night and just woke up.
Woolley, the commander of the Black Hat Army's Third Army, has only found his head. Chuck, the commander of the Black Hat Army's Fifth Army, was trampled by a horse's hoof and his sternum was crushed and seriously injured and died. Colton, the commander of the Black Hat Sixth Army's heart, was injured. The knight is commanded to pierce death. "
Of the eight regiment commanders of the Salvation Army, three died and four were seriously injured in one battle. Only Das was only slightly injured because he commanded the musket-carrying team.
Even Horn They all had to use a wheelchair because of a broken right leg
Through the admiring and fanatical gazes of the war monks, Horn was pushed to the dining table in a wheelchair.
The four strange-looking hospital captains in front of the dining table looked at Horn, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and smiled bitterly at each other.
They are now stationed at Fort Joan of Arc. Those who know understand that they have won the battle, but those who do not know think they have lost.
"The military judge will write a report as soon as possible to record the history of the war and prepare for recruitment and pension matters." Picking up the bread on the table, Horn started to order Armand while chewing it.
Turning his head and looking at the gray-faced legion commander and war monks in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh: "When we enter the city in the afternoon, let everyone wash their heads and faces. We must hold our heads high. Go into town with your chest held high.”
......... On the sticky wet grass after the rain, a knight's sword shining bright silver was stuck in the mud.
Bernardo bent down, stretched out his hands, tensed his muscles, and pulled out the knight's sword, but he was disappointed to find that only half of the knight's sword was left.
Looking at the precious long sword decorated with gold, jade and precious stones in his hand, Bernardo recognized it as the one belonging to Boillou.
After staring blankly for a few seconds, he shook his head and threw the luxurious sword into the rattan basket behind him.
Carrying a rattan basket on his back and trudging on the muddy ground, Bernardo was surrounded by skitarii wielding shovels and digging in the soil.
They were ordered to bury the bodies on the spot to prevent the plague.
The fresh sunshine passed through the leaves and illuminated the brown ground into brown-red.
Brushes, grass, rocks... there are blood stains everywhere.
The smell of mud and blood mixed together in the transpiration of water vapor, giving Bernardo a headache.
Broken armed swords were inserted into a fence by the roadside, and severed limbs and arms were hung on the broken red and white bucklers. Several human bones supported them, swaying in the moist spring breeze.
After passing these bloody scenes, Bernardo and other Skitarii companions gathered together and dumped these broken weapons, which were almost new and slightly flawless, into the carriage body.
Bundles of spears, pieces of armor and arrows lay quietly in the carriage, slowly leaving under the control of the groom.
“Bernardo, fortunately you are here, our account books are wrong again, 3 dinars are missing, and I can’t find them no matter what.”
Bernar Before Duo could say anything, a majestic man grabbed his arms around his neck and dragged him toward the tent.
"Didn't we send a new accountant? Why did it go wrong again?" Bernardo asked helplessly, wiping his muddy hands on his body.
The majestic man stepped forward carelessly: "It's the new accountant's fault. Who can do anything about it? Speaking of which, aren't you a groom? Why are you so good at arithmetic?"
"I I originally wanted to be an accountant." Bernardo replied without changing his face, "Unfortunately, my father died of illness after only two days of studying with an old accountant."
"Tsk. Tsk tsk, it doesn’t matter. I heard that your Majesty is in short supply of accounting talents and has specially organized a crash course in arithmetic. If you take part, you will definitely be better than a horseman.”
“What about you?”
"I am going to join the army. The priest of the Order of the Holy Fathers has said that the new recruits will be recruited from the original Skitarii." The majestic man knocked on his chest, "I, Le Fay, will become a marshal sooner or later."
Listening to Le Fay's bragging, which was full of sweat, Bernardo couldn't help but focus his gaze not far away.
Since the morning, villagers from nearby areas have been arriving one after another.
Wearing short clothes, they stood on the edge of the battlefield, not daring to get close, just standing on the hillside and looking out.
But as time went by, they got closer and closer to the battlefield, and the Skitarii did not stop them. After all, most of the valuable things were picked up.
Realizing that Bernardo's attention had shifted, Le Fay looked in the direction he was looking and laughed wildly: "Believe it or not, the first reaction is definitely vomiting."
Le Fey didn't finish his words. As soon as they fell, several villagers who approached the battlefield started to vomit while holding on to the trees nearby.
"Here."
Wiping the corners of their mouths, the villagers did not leave, but walked step by step towards the pile of knight corpses.
They kept identifying among the corpses. When they recognized the corpse of a familiar knight, they immediately burst into tears, as if they wanted to cry out all the grievances they had suffered before.
The priests from the Holy Fathers limped up to enlighten him. Without even saying a few words, they jumped up, with red eyes, and punched the knight wildly.
The villagers will not stop until they are beaten beyond recognition and their fists are pierced by bone fragments.
The priests stepped forward gently and guided them aside. Under the sheds that had been set up earlier, groups of villagers asked about the process and results of the battle.
The monks of the Order of the Holy Father took the trouble to repeat it over and over again, but they still couldn't hear enough, until someone shouted:
"It's the Holy Sun! The Pope, the Pope is here!"
At the end of the road, the Salvation Army and the Sun Flag appeared in everyone's sight.
The villagers present immediately abandoned the Holy Father monks who were preaching and rushed towards the advancing Salvation Army.
Bernardo could have sworn that he had never seen a pope so popular with the people in his life.
They were so enthusiastic that they raised their hands crazily, kept shouting Horn's name, jumped up and down the roadside, and threw flowers and cheers towards the Salvation Army crazily.
After seeing the knight's body, recalling Horn's promise, and remembering the pain of the past, all the villagers knew who the young man sitting upright was.
The Pope who killed the Duke, the Pope who exposed the Blue Blood, the Pope who defeated the Knights, the Pope who stood on the side of the common people, the people of Qianhe Valley themselves.
The chosen Pope!
(End of this chapter)