I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 55: Harassment and a Full Belly

McDonald, panting on his horse, ran along the mountain road. He looked back in shock, but could not see any enemy. He could only see the Restoration Army soldiers trotting behind him, and the blue sky.

McDonald finally breathed a sigh of relief. The enemy did not chase him and he was safe.

Thinking of this, McDonald pulled the reins, stopped the horse, turned over, and stood by the road to rest for a while.

Galloping on horseback is not an easy task. McDonald's buttocks and thighs are sore and his body is tired. He needs to rest.

"Huff... Sir... Huff..."

The sergeant who was in charge of the remaining spearmen also caught up at this time. He found McDonald and didn't care about his out of breath condition.

"We...what happened, ahem...why did we lose?"

McDonald turned his head and glanced at the sergeant major, who was not a Bagnian, but a military adviser sent by the Bohemian Empire.

McDonald didn't understand what a military adviser was, so he simply made the Bohemian a sergeant major in his team.

Now the Bohemian asks why he lost.

This is a really good question, and McDonald also wants to know the answer. Why did the musketeers under his command collapse when the enemy's musketeers just charged?
So, faced with the military adviser's questions, he was speechless. He frowned and thought for a long time, but could not come up with an answer.

"I do not know."

"How could you not know..."

Before he could finish his words, McDonald saw the red-faced Bohemian fall forward, and when he landed face down, he almost heard a loud bang from a distance.

McDonald was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Someone's shooting at us!"

The soldiers surrounding McDonald also looked up, and soon, as more gunshots were heard in the distance, they discovered the enemy's position.

"On the hill on the left, two hundred meters."

McDonald also saw that on the bare hilltop, there were three people squatting there, looking down from above.

It was obvious that they were the ones shooting just now.

"Oh, you must be cursed by God."

McDonald sighed to the Bohemian Sergeant Major lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, saying that three people were shooting from such a distance and they could still hit him.

After sighing, McDonald looked around. There were not many soldiers gathered around him, less than a hundred people. Obviously, many people were left behind or fled in the wrong direction.

MacDonald knew he had to regroup and send men to gather the defeated troops.

During this period, such harassment cannot occur.

"You, you, you, and a few of you, go and drive away those who are shooting, or kill them."

McDonald casually pointed at several soldiers and non-commissioned officers who were still holding weapons, a total of about ten people, and asked them to go to work.

The soldiers and non-commissioned officers who were named were somewhat reluctant, as they had just escaped from the battlefield and it was so tiring. However, facing the orders from the nobles, they could not refuse.

Only after much hesitation, when all three enemies started the second round of shooting, did he set out with his sword, shield and musket, ready to climb the mountain to chase them away.

The twenty or so musketeers who followed MacDonald here also raised their muskets and fired indiscriminately at the hillside, forcing the latter to hide temporarily and cover the friendly forces.

Seeing this, McDonald stopped caring about what was happening over there because he had a lot of things to do. He needed to arrange sentries to establish a perimeter, send people to search the area to find the missing soldiers, and count the casualties and the remaining weapons, ammunition, and food.

Really busy.

"Officers, officers, gather here!"

……

Bruno had a dream. He dreamed that he was sitting at home, with his son sitting in front of him and his wife beside him. They were holding a big bowl in their hands and drinking something in big gulps. Occasionally they looked at him, and there was a satisfied smile on their faces.

Bruno was also eating something. When something warm and soft entered his mouth, he subconsciously swallowed hard without even chewing.

Bruno was so hungry that even when he was unconscious, he would eat greedily and recklessly when there was food in his mouth. As the food entered his stomach, the pain and hunger that penetrated deep into his bones were alleviated.

Am I dreaming!?
Bruno suddenly came to his senses. He remembered that his family had no money left and only had a few handfuls of flour buried in the corner, just in case.

With just this little bit of food, there was no way my wife could cook enough food to feed the whole family.

So, what was I eating now? Was it the whole family's rations? Was the scene of my son and wife eating food just my imagination?
What am I doing!!!
Bruno opened his eyes suddenly, and as the darkness gradually dissipated, he saw a dark green canvas that was a strange color he had never seen before.

There are people shouting, pots and pans banging, and people slurping food in your ears, forming a symphony called "the smell of life" that never stops.

Before Bruno could react, he saw his wife's pale and bloodless face leaning over from the side with a happy smile on her face.

"Wake up, you're awake, great!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and ran out. Bruno followed her back and realized that his son was sitting beside her with a large ceramic bowl in his hand, and he was in a dark green tent.

"Dad, eat!"

When little Bruno saw his father looking at him, he raised the bowl and stuffed the spoon into Bruno's mouth.

Bruno smelled the aroma of cooked grains, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but move a few times.

It was porridge, and it was a thick porridge that had been cooked for a long time.

"You eat, Daddy is not hungry."

"I ate. I'm very full. Eat, Daddy."

Little Bruno stuck out his belly, which was obviously round even with the clothes covering it. It was obvious that he was really full.

Seeing this, Bruno opened his mouth with confidence and let little Bruno feed him.

After eating a bowl of thick porridge, Bruno's stomach, which was not particularly hungry to begin with, felt warm. He regained his senses and looked around.

"What is this place and why do we have food?"

"A group of kind people in black clothes gave me a lot of it. They also gave me and my mother new clothes."

"what?"

Bruno was stunned for a moment.

"who are they?"

"They said it's His Royal Highness Prince Chris... Dad, who is His Royal Highness the Prince? Is he a noble lord?"

(End of this chapter)