When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 783 New Soldiers Training (Part )

In late autumn, when there was constant artillery fire around the city of Chalet-de-Lavender, there was also a lot of noise at Fort Joan of Arc.

In front of the swarms of troop transports, even the spice ships from Black Snake Bay had to stand aside.

At each pier on the river bank, there are gangplanks extending from the deck.

Stepping on the undulating springboard, men with their trouser legs tied with hemp ropes and wearing woolen hats with flannel balls on their heads walked onto the pier.

They carried cloth bags on their shoulders and wore a pair of shoulder armor here and an arm armor there, none of which formed a complete set.

He squinted his eyes and looked around with both vigilance and curiosity.

With the improvement of the situation in Black Snake Bay and the popularity of commodities such as sugar and spices, the economic situation in Jeanne d'Arc is changing every day.

Although it may not be as good as the old and wealthy cities such as Changge City or Huaqiu City, it is definitely a prosperous place in the foothills on both sides of the Longmian Mountains.

For the mountain people who came out of the Longmian Mountains, everything they saw was full of novelty.

Blackbirds and pigeons circled above the rooftops, and the mortar roads were crowded with carts, donkeys, mules, cows and horses.

Looking around, the dock was in a mess with porters and night watchmen maintaining order.

All kinds of novel boats of all sizes sail on the river, while the river banks are lined with densely packed water-powered mills and forging workshops.

"So many people, so many boats..."

"Jeanne d'Arc is so prosperous because the Grand Duchess governs it well."

"Is this the territory of that Saint Sun?"

"Isn't he still a subject of the Archduchess?"

Standing in the sun, they seemed a little uncomfortable with the cool climate and began to talk in the nasal Norn language.

"What are you doing blocking the way here? Look at my flag and follow me!"

The mercenary agent behind them cursed and whipped their calves with thorns, forcing them to move forward.

On this trip, more than 5000 Norn mountain people set out from Mound County, took a boat through the Taibo River Dam, passed through Autumn Island and arrived at Jeanne d'Arc.

Due to the throughput capacity of the Joan of Arc port, it is unable to accommodate 5000 people going up and down at one time.

Therefore, the Norn mercenaries had to leave immediately after getting off the ship to make room for the next batch of Norn mercenaries to arrive.

The citizens of Jeanne d'Arc sat on the window frames, curiously watching the soldiers marching in groups and in simple formations towards the suburban train station.

The Norn mountain folks who were moving forward were also looking at the citizens of Jeanne d'Arc standing at the door or behind the windows, all of them showing envious expressions.

“Lots of tall buildings.”

"Can we live in a barracks like this?"

"You wish for it. It would be nice to have a wooden house."

The Norn mountain folk grumbled, but were pushed forward by their fellow countrymen's agents behind them.

The tall buildings in the eyes of the Norn mountain people are actually just the 3-4-story Insula Apartments, which are specially used as a transition for farmers who come to the city to work during the slack season.

Since mortar concrete has no steel bars and its tensile strength is only one tenth of its compressive strength, its height is limited.

After testing, the highest height using civilian materials was only 15 meters.

The standard Horn set at the Stonemasons' Guild was that when using mortar concrete to build residential buildings, the height should not exceed 12 meters.

The booming workshops in Jeanne d'Arc and the Holy See have led to a large number of farmers with only a few small plots of land to sell their land and start businesses or find jobs in towns.

This group of people are also common guests at Insula Apartments.

Some generous citizens will even take the initiative to walk out of their houses and wave to the Norn mountain people.

This puzzled the mountain people. Are you very familiar with me?
Some of the mountain folks were able to wave in a friendly manner, but most of them lowered their heads and chirped in low voices.

Listening to the mountain people's crickets chirping, the citizens were also confused.

Norn is a language very different from the languages ​​spoken north of the Wyrmrest Mountains. More specifically, Lyar and Flan are all variants of the Aiel language, as are High Lyar, the language spoken in the Thousand Dales itself.

But the Norn, the indigenous inhabitants of the East Continent, are collectively called the Norn, but they are several completely different tribal nations.

They use a completely different language, and even the Norns in different regions speak different languages.

The three major territories of the Norns occupy more than half of the empire, and there are more than a dozen languages ​​​​spoken within them. No wonder they have an elective monarchy.

The mountain people had not been walking for long when they saw a strange thing on the outskirts of the city.

It is a rectangular wooden platform about 1 meter high, with a canopy made of canvas and oilcloth on top.

Standing on the wooden platform called "Platform", two officers in close-fitting military uniforms stood upright quietly.

Speaking in pure Foothill Norn, the tallest officer shouted, "Come here, some managers. All deputies, come up."

Seven or eight agents dressed in armor and chain mail ran under the wooden platform and looked up to talk to the officer.

The Norn mountain folk in the front row stretched their necks, looking curiously at the strange thing on the ground.

On the land next to the wooden platform, hundreds of sleepers are placed in parallel, extending to the end of the sight.

These sleepers are connected by two strips of cast iron blocks that are perpendicular to the sleepers and nailed together with rivets.

A mountain villager wearing a wolfskin vest poked his head out, looked for a long time before slapping his forehead and saying, "Iron! The people in Qianhe Valley are too rich!"

"Dietrich, what are you mumbling about?" A bearded captain came up from behind.

Dietrich Bert pointed at the rails and said, "Look, Ade, these are all made of iron."

Captain Adelheid took a look at the railroad track and snorted, "You're surprised by what you've seen before. Do you know what this is?"

"I don't know." Dietrich answered honestly.

The team leader laughed: "Country bumpkin, this is a magic circle, used to refine the land. Haven't you heard? The Sage of Qianhe Valley is a saint who knows magic."

"Can he be a saint if he knows magic?"

"Can the magic that a saint knows still be called magic?"

Dietrich was speechless, and after a long while he asked worriedly, "Isn't this going to hell?"

"They paid the money, and the people who go to hell are the ones who pay the money. It has nothing to do with us." Captain Adelheid vowed.

Dietrich was about to ask more, but he heard the mercenary agent above him shouting, "Berbra County, get on the platform, Berbra County!"

The captain immediately waved a flag and gathered the villagers who were eating, drinking, defecating and urinating: "We are on the platform, gather together, if you are alone, walk back by yourself."

After saying that, Adelheid patted Dietrich's shoulder and said, "Be careful, don't go above that magic circle, or your soul will be sucked away."

Carrying his luggage, Dietrich Bert followed his companions onto the platform.

Only then could they see clearly that there were four carriages pulled by four strong-hoofed horses parked on the "magic circle".

"Look carefully at your position, get in through the door, one by one, don't push or crowd!"

Under the command of the two officers and agents, the mountain people boarded the rail carriage one after another.

Dietrich Bert was still wondering if his soul would be sucked away because he walked into the magic circle, but seeing that the people in front of him were fine, he got on the car safely.

These carriages were very narrow and had no roofs. There were just two rows of people sitting opposite each other, with their luggage placed on their knees or on the floor.

There were nearly 100 people sitting in these four open carriages. Even the sturdy Kush rough-hoofed horses would not be able to pull them.

But to everyone's surprise, when the groom cracked his whip, the four horses neighed at the same time.

The carriage under him actually started to move slowly and continued to accelerate.

"Thousand River Valley, what a magical place..." Dietrich Bert couldn't help but mutter.

(End of this chapter)