Chapter 329 is preceded by
"Cuck-cluck——"
The rooster crows loudly, and the sultry wind blows the red and black flags from side to side.
From the time the Salvation Army captured Moncruse Manor to now, after five sunny days with the scorching sun in the sky, it finally ushered in a damp and cloudy day.
The sauna-like heat swept through this small fortress. As usual, the construction site was still busy with the increasingly irritable division captains.
"I'll kill you! The template is set up! The brackets are up! Where's the mortar? Where's the mortar!!!"
"We agreed to open the market at 9 o'clock, but the mortar will not be ready until 12 o'clock. Come on, you told me I'm gone!"
"What's the meal? Come to work quickly, I'll treat you to meat after work!"
Two days of transportation! After three days of construction, the outline of the fortress has gradually taken shape.
After finishing this work in a hurry, leaving the hard-working holy gunners to continue beating dust, the engineers and locals were finally able to have lunch and take a rest at two o'clock in the afternoon.
After these days of working together and being from Langsand County, the engineers and soldiers became increasingly familiar with the villagers.
Hiding under the arbor, eating raw cabbage and rice cracker paste, they sat cross-legged and chatted together as usual.
“Do you really get 3 dinars every day?”
A local villager asked the lame old engineer next to him curiously, with disbelief in his eyes.
"Three dinars are nothing. When I was in the legion, I got 4 dinars a day. After the war, I got 2 gold pounds as spoils!" He smiled proudly with his mouth crooked. Then, the lame veteran swallowed the rice cracker paste and stretched out two fingers.
In fact, the daily salary of an engineer is 1 dinar. The lame veteran has the mortar-reinforced alchemy of the Holy Power Society and a subsidy of 1 dinar. He himself is a retired veteran and can get a daily subsidy of 1 dinar in vain. .
This resulted in the daily salary of lame veterans being 6 times that of these local villagers, and the daily salary of ordinary engineers being 2 times that of villagers.
"Is this good?" The young villager looked longingly.
“Our life is much better than here.” Another engineer ate happily.
"Humph, you're lying. You have this money and you still work as an engineer?" An old farmer holding a wooden bowl snorted disdainfully, "You can still live well under the rule of heretics."
"I work as an engineer to fight devils. Besides, you are a fool if you don't make money." The veteran patted his belly, "Do you think I look like a person who is suffering? You, on the other hand, are as thin as a stick. "
"The knights said that the Salvation Army is a heretic and an enemy of our faith." A local villager still had some doubts.
"Who told you? Those knights are the greedy devils. They oppressed you and took away your land and food." An engineer retorted.
“But the church said...” the villager said stubbornly.
"Saint Sun said that the real heretical devils are those who exploit believers in the name of the Holy Father." The engineer said seriously, "The fact is that the church is exploiting believers!"
"What is exploitation?" The old farmer said with a frown, "You say I am being exploited? Why don't I feel that I am being exploited?"
The lame retired veteran sneered. When they were there, On Qiumu Island, I discussed this issue when I was doing collective confession with the monks from the Order of the Holy Father.
“Do you still remember the dream of the kingdom of heaven that you sang these days?”
“Remember, what’s wrong?”
“There is a saying in the dream of the kingdom of heaven, one’s own food. The more you sow, the more you will reap, do you agree? ”
The old farmer immediately replied: "Of course I agree. This is a matter of course. How about you?"
"Then let me ask you, did the lord grow his own food? Did he work? Why can he? Get your harvest?”
The old farmer opened his mouth many times, but no words came out.
On the contrary, an armed farmer next to him jumped out: "The lord protected us, this is his labor."
"Did he protect you? Then why did you fall? In the hands of us 'heretics'?" Gretz stood up after listening for a long time, his eyes as sharp as a long sword. The lame veteran echoed: "The protection is to ensure your safety. They are killing you themselves. Why can they say they are protecting you?"
“Even if they can protect you, don’t you think they take too much? I hire a mercenary for less than 4 gold pounds a year. A knight takes 20 to 30 gold pounds a year. I want you to serve in the military and protect yourselves." Gretz followed and continued to hit him.
The armed farmers were immediately speechless. Several village leaders looked at them in surprise. No wonder they were called war monks. They were indeed as eloquent as the monks.
"I don't care, you are heretics, that's what the bishop said." The old farmer was obviously the lowest-ranking public farmer, but he still jumped to his feet and shouted.
"The Bishop of Qianhe Valley is the devil, this is what the Holy Father said!" The lame veteran slammed the ground, lamenting his misfortune and roaring angrily, "Those nobles and knights did it You’re going to defend your children about making wine?”
It would have been fine if he didn't mention it. But as soon as he mentioned it, for some reason, the old farmer stood up from the ground and became so angry that he went crazy.
He suddenly threw the rice crackers to the ground, his whole body was shaking, his eyes were wide open, and he shouted hoarsely: "You, you... you are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense!"
Rolling up his sleeves, the old farmer rushed towards the lame veteran: "That's a rumor, you made it up!"
But even if he has the anger bonus, after experiencing the baptism of the battlefield, The veteran is like a side dish in front of him.
Although he was lame on one leg, the lame veteran was still agile. He jumped up on the ground, squeezed sideways, and tripped him with his lame leg.
The old farmer lost his balance and fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his nose and bruised lips, and was stuck to his chin together with the dirt.
He climbed up on the ground, his eyes red and wanted to fight back, while the lame veteran took a fighting stance.
But before the fight started, Dekrama rushed up, wishing he could have a tattoo on his forehead.
"Butler Declama..."
"Pa!"
Without saying a word, Dekrama slapped him twice with both hands, and shouted angrily: "This is too much for you. You still want to hit me. Do you know what freedom and equality are? Kneel down and apologize to me."
After this period of observation, Dekrama can basically recognize who the war monk is.
Anyone who has an iron gear pendant hanging around his neck, is a little disabled, but has an upright body and walks with a measured look is the war monk.
The old farmer opened his mouth, bright red palm prints appeared on his face, and his whole person froze on the spot.
"What are you doing standing still? Apologize!"
"No need." The lame veteran frowned and looked at Dekrama, and then said earnestly to the old farmer, "Seeing is believing, hearing is believing. Why don't you go to our place and see for yourself?"
The old farmer looked at the lame veteran sadly and said nothing.
He walked back to his original position, squatted on the ground with his head lowered, picked up the dusty rice cracker paste with his hands, brought it to his mouth, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
"Hey? I asked you to apologize, but you still ate it!" Dekrama was furious, took out the cane and walked over, "The master said it would be exempted, do you really dare to exempt it?"
The lame veteran looked at Gretz helplessly.
Gretz stepped forward knowingly and was about to stop him when he heard a rapid whistle.
He looked solemn, immediately gave up what he was doing, ran out of the pergola, turned around and looked at the sky.
Sure enough, a red smoke column rose from the southeast.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Grez had just finished shouting when a loud horn sounded from the fortress.
"From the southeast, a large group of cavalry is approaching!"
(End of this chapter)