plumnovel #294 - Tears and laughter flow into a river
#294 - Tears and laughter flow into a river
"With the horse-drawn carriage, it's so much faster to get from Jeanne d'Arc Fort to Autumn Dusk Island," Jourdan said, standing at the very front of the raft, full of vigor.
In this battle, he was fortunate enough to only suffer minor injuries. Because the division he commanded made great contributions in the siege of Jeanne d'Arc Fort, he was successfully promoted to the commander of the Black Hat Sixth Legion.
Jourdan hung a large bag of dinars on his waist: "In the future, I plan to build a big house on Autumn Dusk Island and buy a small building in Jeanne d'Arc Fort, so we can live the life of knightly gentlemen."
This expedition was also very rewarding for these Savior Army war monks.
According to the estimates of the financial team, 4,500 Savior Army soldiers obtained nearly 50,000 pounds of spoils of war.
Some will use the money to buy land and houses, some will buy Holy War bonds and wait to collect money, and others will invest in two agricultural monasteries.
Of course, there are also those who take the money to indulge in pleasure.
In fact, Horn forcibly disbanded technical schools, gambling houses, and other entertainment organizations, and prohibited them from being opened in the city.
All the leading rogues and gangsters were arrested and sent to the Holy Trinity for labor reform.
However, some prostitutes secretly engaged in their trade in the wild, refusing land even when it was offered, determined to continue their profession.
The same went for gambling houses; when they weren't allowed to operate openly, they opened in the wilderness. The Night Watchmen caught several batches, but it was no use.
However, Horn did not impose strict restrictions. First, he wasn't a nanny; adults are responsible for their own actions.
Second, this situation is just a superficial phenomenon. Without solving the underlying fundamental problems, relying solely on administrative measures would not achieve much.
As long as it didn't involve crime, Horn could only turn a blind eye to minor transgressions.
These war monks came from humble backgrounds, and for them, drinking and eating meat every day was the best life.
Faced with Jourdan's gleeful remarks, Laurent's face was pale, but he still showed an expression of envy.
His body rose and fell with the swaying of the small raft. Laurent had grown up by the canal since childhood, so he was naturally not afraid of water.
However, he still clung tightly to the pull ring on the raft, fearing falling into South Marsh Lake.
After all, this was the legendary terrifying Black Bone Swamp!
When passing through the Wild Spider Forest, he was scared half to death. Who knew what was beneath the water?
"Don't be afraid," Jourdan saw Laurent's fear at a glance. He smiled and sat cross-legged. "We thoroughly checked it. The long-haired zombies near Autumn Dusk Island have all been killed."
"What? There were long-haired zombies!"
Jourdan coughed and quickly changed the subject: "Look, that bridge. The Senate discussed it for so long before finally naming it the New Life Bridge."
Clutching the pull ring, Laurent looked in the direction Jourdan was pointing.
The broken bridge spanned the lake, the only passage to Autumn Dusk Island.
Due to years of disrepair, the bridge deck had almost completely collapsed, with stones scattered in the water and moss covering the lonely piers, making it look very dilapidated.
But now, thick round logs and hemp ropes covered the piers, and beastmen laborers with twitching gray beast ears were wielding hammers.
They wore simple linen clothes, and sweat reflected shimmering light in the sun. With each hammer blow, a clanging sound could be heard.
"Are those beastmen?" Laurent shielded his forehead with his hand and widened his eyes. "How can they be working so obediently? Isn't it said that beastmen are never slaves?"
"Those are bandits from the mountains, bad beastmen. These are good beastmen who believe in the Holy Son."
Jourdan looked at the slowly repaired broken bridge with emotion: "The next time we come, we won't have to take a boat anymore. We can just walk across the bridge."
Looking blankly at the broken bridge, Laurent, who was usually gloomy, unconsciously showed a hint of a smile.
"Ah, we're here," Jourdan stood up. "Arriving at the lowest point of the Great Marsh, Autumn Dusk Island! It's so beautiful. This is my second hometown. Look at the distant docks, how prosperous!"
The landing docks of Autumn Dusk Island were crowded with returning war monks.
Small rafts and large boats docked one after another, and groups of war monks in black clothes filed out.
They were either alone or in groups, and the expressions on their faces were mixed with joy, fatigue, and even lingering sadness.
A senator stood on a stone stake at the dock, shouting hoarsely through a tin megaphone: "Move forward, don't crowd on the dock, move forward."
Beside him, beastman laborers carried luggage and spoils of war from the boats.
War monks hugged their relatives, laughing and crying, or handed over clothes, compensation money, and award medals to the families of their comrades.
Laughter and tears, joy and sorrow, were almost simultaneously staged on this small dock.
From the time the Savior Army left the mountains on February 20th, they had been away for more than a month.
But when he really set foot on the docks of Autumn Dusk Island, Bruner felt like a long, long time had passed.
The clutter on the dock had been cleaned up, and several shops and wooden houses had been built on the ruins.
The weeds between the bricks, the moss on the walls, the rotting animal corpses, and the trees had all disappeared.
It was as if they hadn't left for a month, but for a year.
"Let's go, I see Papa and Mama," Jonar's voice sounded behind Bruner.
Bruner's legs felt like they were filled with lead, but he still carried Jonar on his back, trudging towards old Jonar, who was still looking around.
About ten steps away, little Jonar spotted Bruner.
Carrying his wooden sword, he weaved through the forest of legs, trotting to Bruner's side: "Brother Bruner!"
Taking little Jonar's hand, Bruner took two more steps before seeing Jonar's mother running over quickly, holding her apron.
"Mama!" Jonar greeted with a smile, then reached out and pinched little Jonar's face.
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"My son," Jonar's mother wanted to rush up and hug her biological son, but Jonar, who was being carried on Bruner's back, did not come down.
At this time, little Jonar, who had gone behind Bruner, asked in confusion: "Brother, where did your legs go?"
Bruner silently turned his body to let Jonar greet Papa and Mama.
Looking at Jonar's empty trouser legs, his mother's body instantly stiffened.
Staring straight at his legs for two seconds, she took a step back, her whole body falling straight down.
"Mama!" Jonar was shocked and quickly reached out to pull her, but he didn't catch his mother's hand.
Seeing that she was about to fall, fortunately old Jonar was behind her, he quickly caught his wife and helped her up.
Looking up and down at his thin and haggard son, seeing the trouser legs fluttering in the wind, old Jonar's eyes turned slightly red.
"Papa, I'm back," Jonar forced a smile. "Don't cry, if you cry, I'll want to cry too."
Bruner looked at old Jonar who stepped forward and lowered his head woodenly: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of him."
"Damn it, it's infuriating to think about it, that kid got lucky," Jonar elbowed Bruner. He was being carried on his back, which was his only way to attack. "He killed four extraordinary knights, even a knight leader and an edict knight.
Bruner is already a division captain and deputy legion commander. In a while, he will have to report to the Holy War Special Zone Military Academy..."
"Jonar, don't say it..." Bruner knew this was Jonar's dream, to be a legion commander.
But this dream was realized by Bruner, who had no dreams, while he ended up with crippled legs.
Jonar could no longer be a legion commander.
Bruner couldn't see Jonar's expression, but he could feel Jonar trembling as he spoke.
He knew that Jonar was probably covering his eyes with his sleeve at this moment.
At this time, Jonar's mother, who had just fainted, finally woke up. She hugged Jonar from behind and cried bitterly.
Old Jonar also silently hugged the mother and son, wiping his tears on their shoulders.
Tears flowed and flowed, and merged with the tears of others on the dock, about to become a river.
The family hugged each other behind his back, Bruner stood awkwardly and uneasily in place, he couldn't leave, and he couldn't stand still.
After crying for a few minutes, old Jonar took the lead in recovering from the grief: "Okay, Jonar is still alive, this is the Holy Father's protection."
Pulling his wife to the side, old Jonar took his son off Bruner's back and carried him on his own back.
"Uncle Old Jonar, then I'll go first." Bruner had no family to pick him up, so he could only bow and leave.
"Come with us," old Jonar grabbed Bruner's arm. "Come to our house for a couple of drinks, to celebrate our victory over the devil, our victory.
I also want to ask what this battle was like. Jonar will definitely praise himself eight times in one sentence, you tell it more close to the truth."
"How did I praise myself eight times in one sentence..."
Amidst the clamor, Jonar's family and Bruner walked together towards the town.