Chapter 332 Battle of Moncruss (3)
After the knights were defeated, they tried to raid twice more at night, but they were discovered and repelled by the vigilant war monks.
Although it is daytime, the sky is still gloomy white, and the wind brings a bit of moisture to my face.
Wearing a greasy apron, Dekrama stood on the third floor of the fortress, stirring the spoon in front of the cauldron.
The turbid, greasy and salty broth is a necessity for everyone to replenish oil and salt.
With a false smile on his face, Dekrama handed a bowl of broth to the sweating engineer.
"Uncle Dekrama." A young man wearing a wolfskin hat and a coarse jacket greeted Dekrama, "I'm here to take over for Papa."
Handing the big spoon in his hand to another village head, Dekrama wiped his hands with his apron and looked up and down at this familiar face but couldn't remember whose face it was: "Which family are you from?"
"Uncle Dekrama, I am Pete from the Hochter family." The young man pulled off the leather hat on his head and saluted Dekrama solemnly.
Dekrama glanced at him: "Isn't old Pete here?"
"Papa fell at the door this morning, so he asked me to take his place."
After confirming with several village bosses nearby, Dekrama nodded and acknowledged the young man: " OK, you can take over, but the salary is only half."
"Why?" Pete was shocked.
Dekrama stretched out his hand and touched his forehead: "You, Papa, are the boss of the old farm. You know how to manage people and things. If you want me to teach you, I will accept the wages the new boss gives you. Half of your tuition, do you have any objection?”
Touching the redness and swelling on his forehead, Peter thought he was unlucky: “No objection”
"Don't feel like you're at a loss. I'm getting paid to teach you the truth." Dekrama proudly held out his chest, "How to deal with the master is a college question. It will be of great use to you, I tell you."
Little Pete's portrait He curled his lips and lowered his head in dissatisfaction.
"I tell you not to be dissatisfied." Dekrama used his greasy hands to hold Little Pete's ears and asked him to raise his head, "Do you know how to talk to the master?"
"No, I don't know."
Dekrama stretched out two fingers: "Remember two words, freedom and equality, just say more, just like the previous master liked devout believers, you can Speak more of Messiah ”
"I understand, I understand." Peter nodded repeatedly, "Then what does freedom and equality mean?"
"You still don't understand this?" Dekrama lowered his voice, "Equality means that all men, big and small, are equally noble. , Freedom means that the masters can freely command us."
Pete's face was full of realization: "That's it, I understand, I understand."
Dekrama straightened up with satisfaction and saw a man. The retired veteran on his neck came over and immediately put on a flattering smile: "Master, here, I'll give you some meat."
I gave the veteran a bowl of meat and saw a local villager following him. , Dekrama's face darkened: "Get out! Can you eat this?"
Dekrama said he was here to offer condolences, but when he cooked a big pot of broth, the retired veterans always gave you the meat, the ordinary engineers gave you the soup, and the local villagers gave me the soup.
Unexpectedly, Dekrama started to lose focus while holding the big spoon. In five days, they actually built the fortress.
Yesterday's battle actually knocked down the knight. He had written all the notices to correct the chaos, but had to burn them overnight.
When he went to deliver food just now, he actually saw the master of the Moncrus family. His legs were broken, his neck was tied with a chain, and he was imprisoned in the old dungeon of the castle.
This matter did not spread slowly. When he came to deliver food in the morning, several servants of Kush knights came to inquire about the situation.
Does this mean that the Cushite knights will switch to the Salvation Army?
Is it possible that this group of peasant rebels can really win? Then will I be able to be a master?
Dekrama's heart beat violently.
“Have a bowl of broth.”
Dekrama raised his head and saw an engineer in front of him.
He immediately changed from his unruly scowl to a false professional smile, and scooped up a bowl of soup: "Come on, brother, your..."
"Woooooooo--" The rich The sound of the trumpet shook the entire three-story fortress.
The hand that delivered the soup to Dekrama stopped in place, and his face instantly turned pale.
Isn’t it just early morning? We just launched a night attack last night. How could the knight get up so early in the morning to attack the city?
What happened recently? First, the bishop fell, the peasants became nobles, and the rites and music collapsed!
With the curse in his heart that the world is declining, Dekrama's feet are constantly working hard.
He thrust the big spoon into Pete's hands and hurriedly said, "You come and fight." Then he took steps and ran towards the outside of the fortress.
As for the several village heads, after reacting, they also followed Dekrama and ran outside.
Only Pete stood there dumbly, not knowing what happened. But the village leaders all understood that the knights were attacking the city!
If you stay in the fortress, you might get yourself accidentally injured.
Even if there was no accidental damage, if they broke through the city and saw themselves with these rebellious people, it would be the end of the world.
The war monks lined up in neat lines and ran back and forth in front of the mortar wall, with holy muskets protruding from the shooting holes again.
The heads flowed like water, and there were sounds of metal friction and collision everywhere. Although the war hadn't started yet, Dekrama could already smell the fishy smell of blood.
Pushing aside the engineers and villagers blocking the road, and avoiding the running war monks, Dekrama panted heavily and ran downward against the flow of people.
Along the edge of the mound, he rushed to the first level.
After this period of running, Dekrama's armpits and chest were wet. He looked around while running and saw that the smoke in the southeast was not close yet, so he relaxed a little.
Looking up to the front, several low walls were staggered, and the sharp eyes slanting through the gaps were still stained with dark red blood.
Those gaps are exactly the way Dekrama came, the shortest road to his village and the grove.
Although the knights were not close yet, Dekrama did not dare to neglect and ran towards the gap with long strides.
"What are you doing?" Two long spears crossed in front of him, and several war monks stared at him with unkind expressions.
Dekrama straightened his legs and braked suddenly, and the other dealers behind him stopped.
He rubbed his hands and walked forward, and said humbly: "You two, I'm here to deliver the broth. After the delivery is over, it's time for me to leave."
The two spearmen looked at each other. At a glance, one of the veterans said with a serious face: "The horn is blowing, the road is blocked, and you are not allowed to go out before you have time."
Forcing a smile, Dekrama handed over two dinars. Er: "You two, please let me out for the convenience, okay?"
"No..."
"Just help me." Dekrama took out two dinars again.
"What are you doing? You are not allowed to go out. Horses and spiked stakes are being set up outside!" A division captain patrolled here and scolded Dekrama sternly.
Dekrama saw the captain of the division coming, and he thought he was unlucky and took out a Sola gold coin (each worth 10-12 dinars): "Master, please make way for others. You will know.”
The division captain was furious: “You want to bribe us with this? Which war monk can’t stand such a test?”
"No, Master Monk, that's not what I meant..."
"You make me feel sick." The division captain waved his arms, and the two spearmen stepped forward and held Dekrama's arms. , dragging him towards the rear.
"Freedom and equality, I am free and equal!" Dekrama shouted desperately as his legs kicked the ground helplessly.
"Idiot." The division captain snorted coldly.
From a religious perspective, he does not allow himself to do such a thing.
In terms of profit, if he wins the battle, he can divide the spoils between 2, 3 gold pounds or even more. If he is penalized by the military judge for this, it will be a real loss.
Thrown sideways to the edge of the mound by two war monks, Dekrama's body fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. He clutched his lower back and groaned in pain.
Seeing that Dekrama had taken the lead for them, the village leaders naturally did not dare to go up and get into trouble. They could only gather around Dekrama and ask his opinion in a low voice.
"Brother Dekrama, what should we do now?"
"Japanese goat is just a bad captain, and let him..." Dekrama looked ferocious and sat on the mound. Get up, "Let's go up to the three-story castle, it's safer."
"Brother Dekrama, it can't work." A village head frowned, "The passage is blocked by spearmen, we can't go up."
"What?!" Dekrama stretched out his arms. , "Help, help me up, I want to report it to Commander Jourdan."
The village leaders looked at each other and said with difficulty: "This is the order from Commander Jourdan."
"Ah?!" After being shocked, Dekrama felt aggrieved and lost his mind, "How could this happen?"
An old village leader said helplessly: "Aren't the old and new masters the same? ? The knight doesn’t care about our life or death, but the war monk will?
Let's find a place to hide as soon as possible and think of a way to sneak to the second floor. "
"Yes, yes, let's hide quickly. "Seeing that his life was in danger, the previous complaints and disbelief disappeared.
While praying in his heart that the battle would end soon, Dekrama walked towards the gathering place of the villagers.
(End of this chapter)