Chapter 529 Orderly McGowan
Although the water level and flow rate of the canal dropped significantly after entering winter, the speed of the fleet departing from Fort Joan was still not slow, and it entered the South Nauan River tributary in the evening.
Amidst the smoke from the small fishing villages on the river bank, the fleet slowly sailed into the scheduled docking point.
This was not because they could not travel at night, but because there were bridges built by local lords on the river to collect taxes.
These bridges are still important land passages and cannot be dismantled, so we have to transfer and take a break.
The local townspeople had already set up a temporary camp in advance. Under the golden-red light of the setting sun, rows of fir-roofed huts stood beside the river.
Surrounded by the huts is a small square that can accommodate two to three hundred people, with a black and red flag in the center fluttering in the evening wind.
The middle school students from Frick Middle School, who are orderlies, are walking under the double-color flag carrying wooden boxes the size of washbasins.
The setting sun shone on their shoulders, as if embroidering their silhouettes with a layer of gold that swayed and flowed along the edges of their bodies as they moved.
Gritting his teeth, suppressing his blush, he placed the wooden box under the eaves. Only then did McGowan take out his hand and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Not only him, but also several teenagers around him had misty steam coming out of their heads.
Half of the box was filled with wheat straw, but there were several heavy balls arranged inside. The weight of the wooden box itself was still quite heavy.
Several teenagers sat down on the steps next to them, and sadly found that they were already familiar with this prickly jacket.
A qokeng is a kind of coarse cloth knee-length tights, a bit like a vest, fastened with buttons in the middle, and tied with a belt around the waist to prevent wind from entering the hem.
This relatively tight-fitting clothing is usually reserved for civilians, who have never worn it since childhood.
As soon as several teenagers sat down, they saw a skinny young man walking towards the plank road again.
"What are you going to do?"
"One last thing, I'll move it."
"Have a rest, there's no need to be in such a hurry."
"I'll rest after moving."
"Flatterer." Looking at the back of the civilian boy, McGowan snorted disdainfully.
After snorting coldly, smelling the aroma of pickled cabbage and pork soup wafting in the distance, and stroking their growling stomachs, these young knights from Jinhe Township couldn't help but feel a little angry.
They still couldn't understand why His Majesty Shengsun asked them to be this orderly?
Even if you can't be an officer, you can at least go to the battlefield as a soldier. What's the point of being a servant?
It would be fine if they were masters and servants, but they were actually rough servants who could be ordered around by anyone in the entire army.
Is this a deliberate attempt to humiliate them?
But they could never ask this question. The pious infusion of the veteran instructors in Frick Middle School's military class had taught them to keep their mouths shut.
The soreness in the muscles gradually disappeared, and the aroma of meat in the distance became stronger and stronger.
Seeing the civilian student struggling to carry the wooden box, several Kush teenagers did not continue to stand idly by.
"McGowan, let's continue moving. Let's have dinner early after moving."
"I won't move." McGowan unbuttoned his collar and stretched his neck. "The breakfast I had was just leftovers. What's the difference... Forget it, I'll go pee and continue when I get back."
After talking to the other teenagers, he bypassed the wooden boxes, hid behind the wooden house, and unleashed them wantonly.
He had just fastened his belt, and when he turned around, he saw a fat middle-aged man unbuckling his belt.
The two looked at each other and made a tacit agreement not to expose the other's violation of military rules and regulations.
"Can I have a sip?"
Seisinger was startled by the words of the young man in front of him, and then he realized belatedly that what he was pointing at was actually the wine bag on his waist.
"This wine is strong, can you drink it?" Seitzinger shook as if he was electrocuted, wiped his hands casually on his pants, and handed the wine bag to McGowan.
There is a ban on alcohol in Frick Middle School, and it is strictly forbidden to drink alcohol in the army during the war. He has been greedy for a long time: "I have been drinking since I was five years old. No matter how strong it is...cough cough cough!"
"Hahahaha." Seitzinger couldn't help laughing. After finishing his laughter, when he was about to return the wine bag, he suddenly stopped.
"I seem to have seen you at some banquet. Who are you from Knight Lalufa?" "Knight Lalufa is my father. My name is McGowan Terraciva. Who are you?"
"Hahaha, it turns out he is La Lufa's son." Sechinger hammered his chest, "I was hunting with your father the year before last. I am Sechinge, the lord of Eaglefall Castle. Your father is okay. ”
"He died in the Black Mountain Castle, and now my mother is running the family business." McGowan's mother is from the Alcor family, but his father is a Flan knight.
After his father died, he transformed into a Kush and was actually sent to Frick Middle School.
Seisinger opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment, and just sighed: "May his soul rest in peace in heaven. What are you going to do now? If you have time, we can have dinner together."< br>
"I'm afraid I don't have this chance." McGowan shook his head, "I have to stand guard next."
As an orderly, the first lesson is to learn to stand guard.
Of course, it is impossible to let them stand guard independently as soon as they come up. Instead, one veteran, two recruits and one orderly form a guard post.
Every time, two people are guaranteed to be awake and four people are asleep in turn.
"Are you drinking while standing guard? Aren't you afraid of being caught by those shitty military police?" This morning, Seizinger was fined twenty dinars for defecating on the ship.
"I stand guard in the middle of the night." McGowan complained: "If you do well in swordsmanship class, you have to stand guard. If you don't do well, you can do chores. How can this be true?"
In addition to general subjects such as reading, writing, arithmetic, and law, Frick Middle School also has sports courses such as fencing and equestrian.
Since Kush boys come from a family of knights, most of them have innate advantages and often beat civilians in physical education classes.
This time, it was the civilians who had better cultural classes who came out to count military achievements and write documents, and let them, the sons of knights, serve tea and water and stand guard.
Seisinger looked at McGowan, whose face was gradually turning red, and carefully reminded him: "I can also speak to your saintly grandson Pope. He is a generous and kind man and will not treat him differently. ”
"He just looked at the magnanimity and kindness." As expected, the acorn wine gained momentum, and McGowan began to stop talking. "Without his permission, do you think those Chekas can hang nobles and throw people into the river at will?" Prison?
The Cheka and the military police took all the blame. He stood on a high dry bank, and no sewage could be poured on him. ”
Seisinger shook his head: "You seem to be a little extreme."
"Extreme? Do you know why he did this?
The empire has brave popes, wise popes, cruel popes and even greedy and lustful popes, but it lacks the most common one - the benevolent pope.
Everyone hopes to have a benevolent pope and a loving father, so he acts like this. ”
"Why do you think this is an act?" Seitzinger had a good impression of Horn, and it was even a bit funny to be robbed by McGowan's remarks.
Keenly aware of Sechinger's distrust, McGowan blushed and said: "Don't believe it, you haven't seen the way he treats soldiers.
He stayed in the barracks three days a week, personally serving meals to the soldiers, bandaging their wounds, asking for help, and carrying sick soldiers to find doctors... He was more boring than a knight pursuing a noble lady.
He eats the same food, wears the same clothes, and walks the same route as the soldiers every day. Is this a normal person? Isn't this obviously bribery?
Those soldiers were obviously older than him, and they wanted to treat him like their own father, and even called him 'our little pope'. ”
"Isn't this bad?" Seeing McGowan's stubbornness, Seitzinger became a little angry, "I wish there was such a little pope!"
"But their little pope abandoned them on the battlefield in a blink of an eye to lure the enemy, and they still wanted to die with honor.
In the Battle of Rapids City, half of the 7th and 8th Black Hat Legions were killed by knights, and blood flowed into rivers. Their little pope was still slowly circling behind.
What kindness, what compassion, what love of soldiers as sons, he just wants to win. ”
"If he is as bad as you said, why do the Kushites still follow him?" Sechinger glared at the cynical little fat man.
"Because he always wins...hiccup...it's that simple..."
The cold wind blew through, and the alley became quiet for a while.
Being blown by the cold wind, McGowan's drunkenness turned into fine cold sweat on his forehead: "Your wine is indeed strong. Ahem, I have to move things. Can I leave?"
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"Let's go...Also, I'm on ship No. 3. If you need anything, you can come to me."
With a big red face, McGowan walked away with frivolous steps.
In the cold wind of winter, Sechinger's scowl gradually dissipated. He stood there, wondering whether he was meditating or stunned.
(End of chapter)