Medieval Empire Soldier

   Chapter 126 · The rest of the life (please subscribe)

"Charge!" The three hundred Rick guards, led by Marshal Rick Kurt Heilberg, slaughtered all the barbarian warriors in the wilderness, and a few pioneers followed the direction of the fugitives, knights. They recaptured the occupied farms and rescued more than fifty captives. Tonight is a victory for the empire.

The full-dressed Luther Hus sat down on the ground with his warhammer on his back. A devout mortal does not have superhuman physique. The continuous battle is the most physically and mentally consuming. If possible, the battle priest chooses a posture of no body , fell asleep, and the captain of the empire, who had put away the great sword, limped over and sat beside him, and the damned barbarian smashed him **** his waist, almost knocking him to the ground. .

  The soldiers who were in charge of the aftermath felt the rest of their lives at this moment. They sat back to back, lying on the ground, and looked enviously at the knights riding tall horses in the wilderness, chasing and killing the Norsca.

"Huh~" The captain of the empire took out a pot of water bag, pulled out the leather stopper, and after taking a gulp of water, he raised his face and poured clean water on top of his head, which seemed to be able to wash away the lead, and handed the water bag to Lu Se-Hus: "Lord Hus, can you recognize the coat of arms on those knights' shields?"

"A golden griffin with a hammer stands under the crown, and two long swords are crossed above the crown." Luther Hus looked at him, and he kept searching for the heraldic books he had studied in his mind. Soon, he gave The answer is: "The golden griffin with the hammer, the Schlistin family of Rick's collar, the family of Emperor Karl Franz, the crossed swords mean knights, the crown symbolizes the emperor, they are the Rick guards ."

   At this moment, a series of rhythmically neighed horses neighed from behind Luther Huss, and a strong and magnetic voice entered his ears: "The analysis is very correct, have you studied heraldry?"

"Served a few years as an acolyte at the Sigma Church in Bray," said Luther Huss, standing up and turning his head to look at a tall knight with a white beard riding an armored warhorse. He was wearing a A gorgeous kite helmet with wings on both sides, a dark brown iris swaying with the cold wind, and his body is covered by a set of blessed fine iron full-body plate armor. He holds a long sword that emits a golden light. Full of energy, several Rick guards respectfully followed him.

"Oh? Pastor Sigmar in the north is really rare." Marshal Rick noticed the ring on Luther Hus's forehead, and his tone was quite surprised. A glance at the dozens of dead bodies in the wilderness: "Have you just experienced the battle? If you can hurry to the south, those soldiers will not be sacrificed here in vain."

   "Lord Rick Knight, they sacrificed to defend the people of Charlemagne, and they deserve everyone's memory." Luther Huss retorted coldly.

   "Speak with respect! Pastor! In front of you is Lord Marshal Rick!" A Rick guard stepped forward and scolded.

Kurt Heilberg raised his hand to signal the Rick guards to step back, staring at the young face of the battle priest: "You are right, young people, they are heroes who save ordinary people, but dead people can't speak. , those honors posthumously sealed, they have no way of knowing."

   "I can't agree with you, Sir Knight."

"You will understand in the future, young northern priest." Marshal Rick was not angry. He admired the young man with energy and perseverance. He noticed the blood on Luther Hus's body and the serious damage to the half-armor. Heilberg accepted it. He picked up the sword of torture, took out a small bottle of healing potion and threw it over: "Young priest, the rusty blade of the barbarians can easily cause blood rust disease, it is more than a hundred miles away from Sesenmonde, enough to induce the disease. , I don't want to drink this bottle of medicine when I suddenly fall down during the journey."

"Thank you." Luther Huss took the potion and nodded his thanks. He drank the potion in one gulp. A refreshing sweet and fruity fragrance filled his lips and teeth, and a warm feeling extended to his limbs. middle.

"Spread the sea eagle coat of arms, did you escape from the port of Diets?" Kurt Heilberg glanced at the shields of the soldiers lying or sitting: "It is not easy to escape from the occupied port city here. , did you encounter any special circumstances along the way?"

"No, Lord Rick Knight, there are raiders and chasing troops of Yankee barbarians everywhere. Originally, more than 300 people, 60 or 70 soldiers, and 20 imperial knights escaped. Now they all add up. Less than 200 people." The captain of the empire responded, and his tone was full of emotion: "We saw with our own eyes the giant mammoths of the barbarians smashed the iron-clad gates, and the long ships and dragon ships of the Yankees had thousands of blocking claws. Haigang Port, the defender of the city was barely able to stop the continuous attack in the early stage, and on the day when the city was broken, several large fireballs fell from the sea, directly blasting a gap in the city wall.”

"After the city was broken, I saw several demonic ironclad ships docked outside the port, and more than a hundred black heavily armored Zare dwarves walked off the bridge." Luther Hus said in a deep voice, the barbarians hired The news of the Chaos Dwarves is too important, which means that the Norscan army has powerful siege weapons that are no weaker than heavy artillery.

   "Chaos Dwarf." A cold light flashed in Marshal Rick's eyes: "Your information is very important, I will immediately inform His Majesty Emperor Karl Franz."

   "How did you escape?" a Rick guard company commander asked.

  The captain of the empire stared at Luther Huss with reverence: "It was Lord Huss who saved us."

Kurt Heilberg glanced at the young priest again, he turned his horse's head, and ordered to the Captain of the Rick Guards beside him: "Sir Dijk Lorraine, arrange the horses, and bring the refugees first. Back to our barracks, the early autumn in the Nord Kingdom is very dangerous, especially at this special time, the barracks prepare some stewed broth to treat them well!"

   "Sound the horn, it's time for us to return!"

   "Understood, Marshal!"

As soon as the tired soldiers heard the broth, they immediately became energized. It was an extravagant hope to have a full meal on the way to escape, and they suddenly became fluent, smashing their lips, and the well-born Rick guards suddenly felt that This group of northern hillbillies was too ridiculous, and the sergeant named Deejay Lorraine said: "Please, priest."

   "Wait." Luther Hus turned to look at the fallen soldiers silently: "I will burn the bodies of the victims first. They died fighting for the sake of ordinary people, and their souls will never be desecrated by the undead."

   Ser Dijay Lorraine paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, hurry up."

The military horses domesticated by the Rick Guards are all well-bred, and there are special horses who are responsible for feeding and training. The knights who are only loyal to the emperor are naturally given the best treatment. The Knight Kingdom imported high-quality horse breeds and cultivated the exclusive mounts of the Rick Guards. All the tall horses were huge in size, with neat and wide teeth. The Rick Guards in heavy armor were not tired and ran fast in the wilderness.

It didn't take long for a brightly lit and well-prepared imperial military camp to appear in front of Luther Huss and others. There were countless red-topped tents and a large camp consisting of wooden walls, sentry towers, and stables. More than 4,000 imperial provincial legionaries, even in the middle of the night, hundreds of knights are still ready to go.

Red-topped, blue-white-topped, and yellow-topped tents are scattered and built along the vertical and horizontal dirt roads inside the large camp. A large number of battle flags and heraldic flags flutter in the autumn wind of the Nord Kingdom, almost every province of the empire. Logos can be found here.

The hearts of the refugees who had been hanging all of the time, suddenly let go. Those halberdiers in neat military uniforms, shiny armor, and ridges reflecting cold light, great swordsmen holding sharp swords diagonally, the army of Dites Harbor. Compared with these southern troops, it is simply cloudy and muddy, and the difference can be intuitively felt only from the mental outlook.

"Dismount all the horses, and someone will be responsible for taking them to the stables, and keep up with these swordsmen. They will take you to rest in the tents set up!" Rick's guard on horseback shouted to the refugees: "I want to drink warm stewed meat soup, make my hands and feet quicker!"

  The refugees gathered in one place, timidly, they took off their bags and lined up tightly, worried that the knight in front of him in full-body plate armor would deprive them of their stew if he got angry.

   "Slow down. Mom, we're safe." At the end of the line, Yasen carefully helped the old mother off the horse.

   "Hmm~~" The barbarian kicked the mother very much, and she was unable to do anything. After thinking about it, the young man planned to settle down and asked the knight to help find a doctor Serena.

Yasen could clearly perceive the disgust in the eyes of the neighbors in the past. Even the best friend he got along with was deliberately keeping a distance from the Yasen family. If it wasn't for their mother and son making a noise and attracting barbarians, Those respectable soldiers would not have died in the wilderness.

  The young man's heart is like a mirror, he chooses to bear the fault for his mother.

   Soon, sixteen tents were allocated to the refugees in the imperial army camp, and each tent could barely hold about ten people in the small space.

In the Imperial Barracks, most of the logistics soldiers are Nords, and the ingredients in the north can only be delicious in the hands of Nords. The people of the Nord Kingdom are born with a strong sense of fetters, out of strong nostalgia and The comradeship and the logistics soldiers also felt very sympathetic to the suffering of the refugees. Pot after pot of hot stew was served. Obviously, more ingredients were added, and a few more pieces of brown bread were added to the basket.

"Eat slowly, Andas, there's not enough." Watching the suffering refugees gulping down the stew, it was a real big mouth. The bubbling warm soup was swallowed directly. Many promises The German soldiers laughed and burst into tears.

  In the red-topped big tent on the innermost layer of the military camp, the ground is covered with a layer of linen carpet, and two magic standing lamps for lighting are placed on the side, but the soft lighting is very clear.

   Marshal Rick took out a bottle of red wine from the cherry wood cabinet: "Would you like a glass? Young priest, a fine wine from Tara Bayheim winery."

   "No need, Lord Heilberg." Luther Huss sat upright on the armchair with a stern face, indifferent to the aroma of the wine.

"It's strange. Over the decades, I have seen many great chanters and cardinals from Rick and Wesson. They are more expert in wine tasting." Kurt Heilberg smiled rarely. , full of sarcastic smile, he still poured two small glasses of red wine and put one of them on the low wine cabinet.

   "That's because their beliefs are not religious enough! Put personal covetousness above our Lord's beliefs!" The young pastor's tone was full of anger.

"Ha!" Marshal Rick laughed uncontrollably. For some reason, he was interested in this young priest who had a tendency to believe in madness. Rick's guards were short of such silly young men: "Young man, you Which family from the north? What's their name?"

   "My name is Luther Huss, my lord, it's just Luther Huss," the young priest replied with bright eyes.

"Luther-Hus" Heilberg repeated the name, pacing in the tent, and suddenly remembered the emperor's secret order of investigation, he stopped, frowned and asked, "Knight of the Kingdom of the Earl of Delavan Laren, do you know him?"

   "Brother Lallen of Oaktown?! What happened to him?"

"So you are that Luther Huss." Marshal Rick no longer frowned, looking at the eager eyes of the young priest, Kurt Heilberg smiled, and he waved: "The Earl of Delavan The kingdom knight Laylen, he is a hero famous throughout the empire. In the battle of Sesenmond not long ago, Laylen defeated the 'Blood Raven Butcher' Kamala Dragon Bloodhound and unlocked the capital of Nord Province. Surrounding, in terms of contribution alone, no knight can match him."

   "So it is." Luther Huss grinned, recalling the miracle at the Sigma Church in Bray Town two years ago.

   Marshal Rick asked curiously: "You don't seem surprised at all? Young priest."

"I have always believed that Brother Lallen will become a legendary hero, just like His Majesty the 'Savior' two hundred years ago, well-known and widely known, and I also firmly believe that in the future, the entire Old World will sing his epic legend." Luther-Hus said from the bottom of his heart, his gaze was like a torch, like a prophet showing his ability, penetrating the past and the future.

  "." Heilberg was silent, he finally understood what caused the young man's fanatical belief.

"Tomorrow." After a while, Marshal Rick said, "I will arrange for a small team of knights to **** the refugees you rescued to the south to Sessenmond, where a lot of manpower is needed to rebuild, and the refugees can also eat a few meals. meal, and

The gray-bearded marshal picked up a token engraved with a hammer-wielding griffin from the table and handed it to Luther Huss: "Rick receives a permit, if you want to enter the Cathedral of Justice in Altdorf to practice in the future , holding this token, all the checkpoints along the way will be released, and if there is a chance, you will meet our emperor."

   "As a reward for saving one hundred and sixty lives."

   Ask for tickets and subscriptions!

  * (Anda): Northern Turingian language, meaning relative, friend

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