Chapter 294 Tears and laughter, flowing into a river
“With the carriage, it is much faster to get from Fort Joan to Qiumu Island.” Jourdan stood at the front of the raft and said energetically.
After this battle, he was fortunately only slightly injured. Because the division he commanded made great contributions in the attack on Fort Joan of Arc, he was successfully promoted to the commander of the Sixth Black Hat Army. .
Jourdain hung a large bag of dinars on his waist: "In the future, I plan to build a big house on Qiumu Island, and then buy a small building in Joan of Arc. We will also live the life of a knight. . ”
These war monks of the Salvation Army also gained a lot from this expedition.
According to estimates by the Finance Group, the 4,500 Salvation Army soldiers received nearly 50,000 gold pounds in loot during the war.
Some of them will use the money to buy land and houses, some will buy jihad bonds and wait to collect the money, and some will invest in two agricultural monasteries.
Of course, there are also those who use their money to go out and have fun.
In fact, Horne forcibly disbanded entertainment organizations such as technical courts and gambling houses, and banned them from opening in the city.
The leading gangsters were all captured and sent to Holy Trinity Labor Reform.
But unfortunately, some skilled women actually do it secretly in the wild. They are not even given any land, just because they want to do this business.
The same is true for gambling houses. They do not allow them to be opened openly and openly, so they open them in the wild. The night watchmen arrested several batches, but to no avail.
However, Horn did not impose any restraint. First, he was not a nanny. Adults are responsible for their own actions.
The second thing is that this situation is just a symptom. Without solving the fundamental problems behind it, forcing administrative implementation will not have much effect.
As long as they don't commit crimes, some small sidekick horns can only turn a blind eye at most.
These war monks are of low origin, drinking and eating meat every day is the best life for them.
Faced with Jourdan's cheerful speech, Laurent's face turned pale, but he still showed an expression of envy.
The body rises and falls with the rocking of the small raft. Laurent has grown up by the canal since he was a child, so naturally he is not afraid of water.
However, he still held on to the ring on the raft for fear of falling into the Nanze Lake.
After all, this is the legendary and terrifying Black Bone Swamp!
When he passed through the wild spider forest, he was scared to death. Who knew what would be under the water?
“Don’t be afraid.” Jourdan saw Laurent’s fear at a glance. He smiled and sat down cross-legged. “We have checked thoroughly and all the long-haired zombies near Qiumu Island have been killed. "
"What? There are hairy zombies!"
Jourdan coughed and quickly changed the topic to something else: "Look, that bridge is discussed by the Senate. After so long, it was named Xinsheng Bridge.”
Buckled the ring, Laurent looked along Jourdan’s direction.
The broken bridge spans the lake and is the only way to Qiumu Island.
Due to years of disrepair, the bridge decks of these broken bridges have almost completely collapsed, stones are scattered in the water, and moss has covered the lonely bridge piers, making them look very dilapidated.
But now, thick logs and hemp ropes cover the bridge piers, and lycanthropic workers with gray animal ears flashing are swinging hammers.
They wore simple linen clothes, and beads of sweat reflected sparkling light in the sun. Every time they hammered their hands, they could hear a clanging sound.
"Is this a lycanthrope?" Laurent set up a awning under his forehead, his eyes widened, "How can they work honestly? Isn't it said that lycanthropes will never be slaves? ”
"Those are the robbers in the mountains who are bad lycanthropes, and this one is a good lycanthrope who believes in the Holy Sun."
Jourdan looked at the broken bridge that was being slowly repaired with emotion: "We'll wait for our next visit At that time, there is no need to take the boat, just walk directly from the bridge."
Looking at the broken bridge in confusion, Laurent's always gloomy face showed a bit unconsciously. smile.
“Ah, we are here.” Jourdan stood up, “We have arrived at the lowest point in Daze Township, Qiumu Island! It is so beautiful, this is my second hometown, look at the dock in the distance, how prosperous it is! ”
The advent dock of Qiumu Island was crowded with war monks returning home.
As small rafts or large boats docked, groups of war monks dressed in black filed out.
They are either alone or in groups, and the expressions on their faces are a mixture of joy, fatigue, and indelible sadness.
A senator stood on the stone pile of the pier, holding a big iron trumpet and shouting at the top of his lungs: "Go forward, don't crowd on the pier, go forward."
In Beside him, the lycanthrope peons were unloading pieces of luggage and loot from the ship.
The war monks cried and laughed and hugged their relatives, or handed over clothes, pensions and medals of commendation to the families of their comrades.
Laughter and crying, joy and sorrow were performed almost simultaneously on this small pier.
It has been more than a month since the Salvation Army left the mountain on February 20th. But when he actually stepped onto the pier of Qiu Mu Island, Brune felt that a long time had passed.
The debris on the original pier had been cleared away, and several shops and wooden houses were built on the ruins.
The weeds between the floor tiles, the moss on the walls, the rotting animal carcasses and trees, all disappeared.
It was as if they had been gone not for a month, but for a year.
"Let's go, I see Papa and Grandma." Jonard's voice sounded behind Brune.
Brune's legs seemed to be filled with lead, but he still carried Jonnar on his back and walked with difficulty towards the old Jonnar who was still looking around.
About ten steps away, little Jonard spotted Brune.
He carried the wooden sword, weaved in and out between the walking calves, and trotted to Brune: "Brother Brune!"
Holding little Jonard's hand, Brune took two more steps forward before he saw Jonard's mother running quickly with an apron in hand.
“Ama!” Jonard said hello with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to pinch little Jonard’s face.
“My son.” Jonard’s mother wanted to rush forward and hug her biological son, but Jonard, who was carried on Brune’s back, did not come down.
At this time, little Jonard walked around behind Brune and asked doubtfully: "Brother, where did your leg go?"
Brune turned sideways silently. Body, let Jonard say hello to Grandma Papa.
Looking at Jonard's empty calf pants, his mother's body froze instantly.
After staring straight at her calf for two seconds, she took a step back and fell straight down.
“Mom!” Jonard was shocked and quickly reached out to pull her mother’s hand, but failed to grab it.
She was about to fall down, but fortunately, old Jonal was right behind him. He quickly caught his wife and righted her upright.
Looking up and down at his skinny and weathered son, old Jonnar's eyes turned slightly red when he saw the trousers fluttering in the wind.
"Papa, I'm back." Jonard forced a smile, "Don't cry, I want to cry when you cry."
Brune looked at the old man who came forward. Jonard lowered his head dullly: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of him."
"Mard, just thinking about it makes me angry. I let this kid take advantage." Jonard elbowed the cloth. Lune, he was carried on his back, which was his only means of attack, "He killed four extraordinary knights, and even a knight leader and an edict knight.
Brune was already the division captain He is also the deputy commander of the army. He will report to the Jihad Special Zone Military Academy in a while..."
"Jonar, stop talking..." Brune knew that this was Jonnar's dream. Be the commander of the army.
But this dream was realized by Brune, who had no dreams, and he ended up with disabled legs.
Jonar can no longer be a legion commander.
Brune couldn't see Jonard's expression, but he could feel Jonard shaking when he spoke.
He knew that Jonard was most likely covering his eyes with his sleeves at this moment.
At this time, Jonard’s mother, who had just fainted, finally came to life. She hugged Jonard from behind and cried bitterly.
Old Jonal also silently hugged the two women and wiped his tears on his shoulders.
The tears flowed and flowed, and together with the tears of other people on the pier, they almost turned into a river.
The whole family hugged behind him and cried bitterly. Brune stood there awkwardly, neither walking nor standing.
After crying for a few minutes, old Jonnar recovered from his grief first: "Well, Jonnar is still alive. This is the Holy Father who is protecting him."
Drag his wife To the side, old Jonard unloaded his son from Brune's back and carried him on his own back.
"Uncle Jonard, I'll leave first." Brune had no family to pick him up, so he could only bow and leave.
“Come with us.” Old Jonard grabbed Brune’s arm, “come to our house for a drink to celebrate our victory over the devil.
I I also want to ask what happened in this battle. Jonard must praise himself eight times in one sentence. What you said is closer to the truth."
"How come I praise myself eight times in one sentence. ..."
Amidst the noise, the Jonard family and Brune walked towards the direction of the town.
(End of this chapter)