Chapter 408： Villager

Wright walked slowly between the ruins that collapsed and destroyed. The wind from the south blew through the wilderness, blew through the ruined wheat field, and blew it into this devastated place. There was no blood and burning smell in the wind. With a kind of moist and sweet, this indicates that a summer rain may come soon.

After the rain, the vegetation will re-emerge, and the new buds will grow in the destroyed fields. Nature will always recover more quickly than humans, and this village that was burned by the nobility will not know what Time can be rebuilt.

This small team did not come to clean the battlefield. Wright and his new comrades were only ordered to go from the Kant area to the Hosman POW camp to replace the medical staff there. It was an accident to pass the ruin. Will not stay here for too long, Wright knows this, but he still hopes to hold a small purification ceremony for this village is also to fulfill his responsibility as a pastor.

After obtaining the consent of the squad commander, he came to the center of the village ruins. There was a collapsed long house. It might be a place where the villagers gathered. The house had been burnt down. The charred wood and the beam were like a ball. The tangled dead branches are buried between the broken earth and the gravel, and the thin beams used to support the roof are like the weird limbs of the skinny, pointing to the blue sky.

And next to the house is the well that was buried.

Wright found a fairly regular piece of stone from the ruins and placed it next to the well. He poured some water into the tiles and placed a few small wildflowers next to the tiles. I took out a white candle that had only a long thumb and placed it behind the tile to symbolize the light.

After all this was laid out, he gently rubbed his fingers over the candle.

Nothing happened, even the light of a star or a half did not appear.

Wright silently retracted his hand and took out a small magic device from his arms. He made two pieces of copper with a fire element rune and a small crystal of magic. He put the igniter close to the candle and pressed the switch. The front end of the rune copper piece immediately glowed red, igniting the wick.

"May the Light protect you from the way forward... no longer trapped in the cold and darkness... May your soul be peaceful... From then on, there will be no hunger and suffering..."

Wright whispered the prayer and then leaned down to extinguish the candle, but before the candle was put away, the light from the corner of his eye suddenly saw the familiar things lying quietly between the weeds beside the well.

It is an iron badge, only the size of the dice, with a ring and beam symbol on it, and the iron ring for wearing a belt or silk on the edge. This is a holy light badge, which is hung in the Holy See Knight. On the breastplate.

Wright picked up the badge and quietly looked at the emblem on the top of the Church of the Light.

He suddenly remembered that the nobility coalition had priests, priests, and even the Knights of the Holy See.

He turned and looked at the long house burned. In the ruins of the longhouse, he finally faintly sensed the remnant magical fluctuations, which was the breath of the light.

The lost light of the Holy Light was pinched in the hands of Wright, twisted and twisted a little.

At this moment, a very subtle sound suddenly came into the ear of the priest, which immediately caught his attention.

It was a very short, very slight sound, like a small branch falling on the ground. The sound of a light rabbit running through the grass might be more obvious than that, but Wright noticed the strange sound. He immediately followed the sound and searched for the long house that collapsed and destroyed. He came back and forth and looked for it many times.

Eventually, he finally found a cover covered with earthy gravel and charred wood, and a hoop attached to the cover.

Wright threw a few large stones and wood to one side, then grabbed the iron ring on the cover with one hand and pulled it hard to open the cover in the darkness under the cover. He I saw a dozen pairs of eyes full of horror.

"There are survivors here!"

The soldiers quickly gathered, and after the appearance of more than a dozen fully armed soldiers, the frightened civilians in the cellar finally came out with no choice. Wright counted the number, and there were 17 people, men, women and children. .

These people are ragged, yellow and thin, and they are abnormal because they have not seen the sun for many days. They may have been hiding in the cellar since they left the aristocrats. At this moment, the weak ones are very struggling to stand, and they can only rely on each other to get together. Small piles, looking at the strange soldiers in front of them with fearful eyes.

A combatant jumped from the open cellar. After a moment the soldier climbed up the ladder: "There are three more dead and need someone to help me."

The squad commander told other soldiers to go on and help, and he came to the survivors: "You are the people in this village? Are you left?"

The survivors looked at each other with a horrified expression. Some people shook their heads again and again. Some people hesitated and nodded. Some people just stood still, as if they didn't understand the commander's words.

“Get some food and water first,” the commander sighed and turned to tell the people around him. “Don’t take the meat, they might kill themselves.”

The food was quickly taken over, but the dozens of people were just watching with warning and doubt. They swallowed, but no one dared to go forward until the soldiers stuffed the food into their hands. Make sure these things are really for yourself.

After the first person put the food into his mouth, the others immediately gorged up. Wright could feel that as the food swallowed into the stomach, these people finally had less attention to the soldiers in front of them.

Although they are still very nervous.

"You are the people in this village?" After those people recovered some physical strength, Wright came to them and asked in a gentle tone. "You have been hiding in the cellar? There are other places in the village." What?"

Several villagers looked at Wright's body with a little fear, but finally one person spoke up: "We are... no one else..."

Then the person in the opening pointed to the cellar behind him and pointed to the people around him: "Let us do."

"We are the army of the Duke of Govin Cecil," said the team commander. "Don't be afraid, you are safe."

However, the villagers did not respond to the squad commander's words as if they did not understand it, and looked at the slashed sword worn by the soldiers' waists.

"The army of Cecil is different from other troops. We don't grab food." The squad commander certainly knows what these villagers are afraid of. "Who burned the village? The Cavaliers of the Concord? The viscount of the Carol." Or other nobles?"

The villagers couldn't help but start shaking when they heard these names, but no one dared to answer the question of the squad commander. It was as if they would be hanged on the gallows after the opening of the place, but for a few seconds. After planting, there was still a crisp voice that broke open: "It’s a knight with a white robe..."

The mouth is a child, judging from the sound should be a girl, but she just said half, the adult next to it quickly caught the child's mouth, so that the rest of her words can only become ambiguous buzz .

Wright crouched down in front of the child and waved to let the adults next to him let go. He looked at the child's eyes and it was a pair of extra bright eyes, even though the little girl was not beautiful at all, rough and dry skin even There are large freckles, as if the weedy messy hair covers her quarter of the face, but the big eyes that emerge from the messy hair are particularly impressive.

Wright looked at the eyes and asked, word by word: "The knights in white robes are they the knights of the church?"

The little girl shook his head first, then hesitated and nodded. "I don't know... but they have a pastor..."

Some of the survivors finally couldn’t help it, and they sobbed in a low voice: "We have paid food...we have paid food..."

Wright knows what it means to be like nothing.

When they handed over food, when the aristocratic coalition forces launched their troops, they thought that the civilians in each piece of land would donate grain and food to serve as rations. The nobles would levy these things on the grounds that "we send troops to protect you." Civilians will also easily believe these claims (because even if they don’t believe it is meaningless, the right to speak is in the hands of the lord), I am afraid that they will not understand until the aristocratic soldiers who have been defeated by the front line robbed the village and set fire to the houses. What happened in the end?

Even now, when the Seehirs appear in front of them, few of them will think that these "foreigners" are the ones who used to fight with the lord of the lord, or even if they think of it, they will not have any In response, they will only lament their own misfortunes and fear the swords and staff in the hands of nobles, knights and soldiers, and the more complicated interests on this are what they do not understand.

The only thing they can think of is that they had "settled food" before.

It seems ignorant, but behind ignorance is ignorance. Behind ignorance is numbness.

The soldiers who went to the village to investigate the situation came back. They found dozens of bodies in a pit not far from the village.

It is not easy for so many bodies to be completely incinerated in a short period of time. The team is not carrying enough fuel and there is not enough fuel in the vicinity. The team commander can only order the bodies to be left in the pits and buried in place. The three bodies found in the cellar together.

When these things were done, Wright found the commander: "I want to bring those dozens of people to Cecil at least to the frontline camp, where someone can take them to the south."

Wright couldn't put down the dozens of survivors. Their homes have been destroyed, there are no food and medicine, and now it is the early summer, the spiritless wolves and other beasts are wandering in the wilderness, without village fences and houses, lights The protection, a dozen unarmed villagers in the wilderness may not live for three days, here is not Cecil, the danger in the wilderness is great.

"We have to report within the stipulated time. This is the discipline of the army." The commander certainly understands Wright's mind, but he must emphasize the implied problem. "The civilians are too weak, and there is no effort to hurry in a short time." With them, we will definitely delay."

Wright couldn't refute, but the squad commander continued after two or three seconds: "But if you want, I can leave you a few soldiers. I will go to the camp with the medical team and report to you. It is disciplined that these people follow this up."

"Well, I have no problem," Wright agreed with, and then said with a serious face. "In addition, I have a suggestion. The captain is like this being robbed by the nobility. The survivors are hiding or fleeing more than one village. We should report the situation and try to find these places and save some people."

"Do not worry," the team commander nodded. "I will report it."