When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 755: Sheep God?

His calloused hands reached into the cold river water, and the fast current almost made it difficult for Kaler to hold up water to wash his face.

It was late August, the rainy season, and the water level was rising and almost reaching the shore, so Kaler simply buried his face in the water.

A bit of piercing coldness instantly rushed to his forehead. He trembled all over and then he suddenly raised his head from the river.

Looking at the broken face in the ripples, Kaler didn't know what expression he had at the moment.

Whether it is a smile or a bitter smile, it will be shattered in the water.

For some reason, Kaler felt a little homesick.

The battlefield was different from what he had imagined.

Not only was it different from what his father had told him, it was also different from what his brother-in-law had told him.

The knight my father was talking about was one who charged recklessly and bravely, defeating all powerful enemies with his blood.

The soldiers my brother-in-law was talking about are those who march in an orderly manner and have noble sentiments, and who bravely and resolutely push down all the devils that stand in their way.

But the fact is, he neither charged bravely nor took courageous steps forward.

In addition to marching and training every day, he sometimes also had to act as a laborer to carry goods.

Sometimes, they have to run errands for their superiors or even help guard their personal property.

What Kaler found most unacceptable was the whipping of civilians and looting of innocent shepherds.

What's the difference between this and a robber?
According to my father, a knight of noble character should stay away from collecting food and fodder, just as one cannot bear to hear the sheep bleating when killing them.

As for knights, in the eyes of most junior officers, only the captain of a formation could be considered a knight.

Therefore, these tasks will have to be handed over to the captains and other junior officers.

When I opened my eyes every day, I saw the gray sky or the tent roof, followed by endless scolding and driving from the officers.

Under the dual pressure of death and exhaustion, most soldiers became addicted to alcohol and gambling to varying degrees, while the officers fell in love with tobacco from the frontier.

If it weren't for the encouragement of that medal, Kaler would probably have become one of them.

Touching the remaining tobacco in his pocket, he stretched himself lazily with self-mockery, perhaps he had become one of them.

Although it was only a short period of half a year, he felt as if it had been three to five years.

Maybe that's what war is like.

"Kaler, what are you doing?" Old Laffer's voice came from outside the reeds. "Come and help us load and unload the winding machine. The gears are very heavy."

Because they were out collecting food when the war broke out, they did not have time to form a battle line.

So the task he was finally assigned was to guard the winding machine. Not only did he not gain any military merit, he didn't even get any spoils of war.

No wonder the usually calm old Laffer would be so full of resentment.

Kaler picked up his helmet, brushed the dirt off his knees, and was about to reply when he felt the reeds behind him seemed to be shaking.

Almost instantly, Kaler raised his helmet to his chest, drew his saber with his right hand, and stared at the reeds with fierce eyes: "Who?"

"Don't, don't kill me..."

Behind the reeds, there was actually a tracker. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, naked, wearing a sheepskin vest.

The bones are covered with strong muscles and a layer of bronze skin, which is the appearance of a shepherd.

Huddled in the reeds, the shepherd, who was obviously a fleeing civilian, looked at Kaler with drooping eyebrows and pleading.

Kaler slowly withdrew his hand holding the knife.

"What's going on?" Footsteps were heard outside the reeds.

Kaler immediately turned around and replied: "It's a water rat."

Looking at the shepherd again, he felt relieved.

He went from huddled to kneeling, drew a "n" on his forehead, and said in broken Leia: "May the Holy Father bless you."

"When did you escape?"

"Just now, fighting."

"Do you know where to go?"

"No, I don't know..."

Looking at the haggard face of the tracker, Kaler sighed and took out a cereal bar from his pocket.

Looking at the sweet cereal bar in his hand, the shepherd sniffed it as if in a dream, and then looked at Kaler blankly. "Run, run far away." Kaler squatted down, with a smile on his face that was hard to tell whether it was bitter or comforting. "The war will be over soon, and when the monks of the Holy Fathers arrive, everything will be fine."

The shepherd obviously didn't understand what the Holy Fathers' Worship was. He just stared at Kaler blankly.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go as far as we can."

Kaler stood up and tried to leave, but the friction of the fabric on his body reminded him that someone had grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"bass--"

The sharp saber was pulled out of the scabbard, and Kaler narrowly suppressed his subconscious reaction to swing it.

In the shepherd's pupils, he could see himself clearly.

It was a face that was frightened, angry, distorted and violent.

It was not until this time that he realized that the battlefield had left more marks on him than he had imagined.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?"

The shepherd shook his head seriously and drew a circle on Kaler's boots: "You, you run too, you can't win."

"What are you talking about?" Kaler laughed. "The Duke of Wing Nest lost all his main forces. It will take him three weeks to reorganize the army. The Salt Flats War is just around the corner. Do you think we will lose?"

"You, you are a good person." The shepherd stuttered in the broken Laiya language, "but your master Meliati is a very bad person, and the goat god is angry."

"Do you still believe in alien gods?"

"The Sheep God is not a foreign god... He is a very special one... The Sheep God rides a thrush..."

Seeing the shepherd becoming more and more confused the more he explained, Kaler pulled him up from the ground and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't go out yet. Walk south along the river at night."

The shepherd opened his mouth, said nothing more, bowed deeply, and walked deeper into the reeds.

Watching the shepherd's figure disappear from sight, Kaler shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

If the military judge finds out that he is hiding a fugitive civilian, his second-class medal will be revoked.

But it was done, and he had nothing to complain about.

"Kaler Hans!"

“Here I come, here I come.” Kaler yelled out into the reeds, “I’m taking a shit.”

"Why do you have to pull it when you are working, instead of earlier or later?"

"Why do you talk like my sister..."

Walking out of the reeds, Kaler joined the team transporting the string machine.

Gritting their teeth, they lifted up the heavy winding machine parts, covered them with oilcloth, tied them with hemp ropes, and got on the carriage with Kaler and old Laffer.

With the crisp sound of the coachman's whip, two docile mares pulled the two-wheeled carriage forward.

The hot afternoon sun shone on my shoulders, and the chorus of cicadas and crickets came to my ears.

Unlike the broad hills when they first entered the gravel plain, as they walked along the Upper Nauan River, they could see rows of hills and villages.

This is the Nanbo River Valley, a rare river valley farming area in the Gravel Plain.

The destination of Old Lavro and others is Salt Beach Market. It is called a market, but it is actually a city with a population of 20,000.

This is the core economic center of the Duke of Winged Nest in the southern part of the Gravel Plain, which mainly relies on the mining and refining of rock salt in the Nanbo River Valley.

In this gravel plain full of barren meadows, salt is a rare good and necessity.

At the same time, the Nanbo Valley is also the largest grain production center in the southern part of the Gravel Plain.

Controlling this place means controlling the economic lifeline of the southern Gravel Plain.

Meliyati’s military camp is only 65 kilometers away from Yantanji.

When old Lavro and his companions followed the orderly quartermaster battalion back to the team, the first thing they saw was the fleur-de-lis flag, and the second thing they saw was the escaped civilian hanging under the flag.

As the carriage drove along the dirt road into the military camp, Kaler's gaze shifted from the flag to the fence beside the road.

In the cool summer breeze, a yellowed sheep skull was stuck on the tip of the fence.

For some reason, the shepherd's whispers echoed in his mind again.

"The ram god rides on a thrush, and the west wind blows from the north."

(End of this chapter)