Chapter 976 Heavenly shit with broken wings (seeking a monthly ticket)
On the night when the battle ends, the camp of the Fourth Legion will be bustling with activity.
The soldiers who had been fighting for a day were all as tired as turtles, but now they all became energetic.[]
With bruised faces and grinning teeth, they gathered around the campfire and excitedly discussed their draw today. They vividly described their heroic deeds during the exercise.
Although this was just a draw, it was hard-won for them. And now, they finally felt that they had somewhat learned the ropes in fighting.
In other words, they now have more confidence in surviving the cruel war in the future. They are no longer the rookies who were blind-eyed, bullied and hit the wall everywhere.
In the headquarters in the center of the camp, Archbishop Sandos and his subordinates were sitting together. In accordance with the regulations, they were discussing the gains and losses of the exercise.
Archbishop Sandos was now red-faced, dancing and telling his men about his experience on the battlefield today.
"At that time, when I saw a large group of people suddenly killing me from behind, I felt my eyes go dark and almost fainted. I thought to myself: Oh no, history may repeat itself again.
At this moment..."
Although the officers around him were all extremely helpless - this was already the third time that fat man had told this story~!
But everyone listened with great interest, at least judging from their expressions, each of them looked attentive. Even Archbishop Sandos' spit spray didn't feel on his face.
"What's going on right now?" one of his officers urged with an eager expression, his eyes wide open and his expression somewhat frightened.
In Xiaobai’s words: No matter what time it is, the person who acts as a little brother is a miserable child~!
Not only do you have to charge forward, retreat behind, help the boss kill people, block the knife for the boss, and take the blame for the boss. From time to time, you also have to act like a clown and act ignorant, and try your best to flatter the boss.
Even if he is so sick that he almost vomits, his expression must be perfect, at least at the level of an Oscar winner. In order to highlight the boss's tall, powerful and glorious image, every younger brother has broken wings.
The sky shit was supposed to fly happily into the toilet, but the wind was strong halfway, and the wings broke with a "click". So it fell from an altitude of 30,000 feet, and finally fell to the ground "bla,"...
I really can’t afford to be hurt~!
Maybe the officer's performance was indeed on point, or maybe Archbishop Sandos was too excited and didn't care at all.
Therefore, he lightly dusted his head and looked up at the tent roof at a 45-degree angle, his eyes moist, as if he could see through the cowhide tent and see the sky outside.
He paused for a long time, and then said slowly and emotionally in a thick bass: "At this moment, at that critical moment, our beloved Pope and the wise and wise Deputy Commander-in-Chief
A tall image appeared before my eyes.
Under their warm and encouraging gazes, I suddenly woke up.
Then I thought to myself: That’s right! It doesn’t matter if we are a little bit tired, a little bit in pain, the key is not to disappoint His Majesty and the Deputy Commander-in-Chief.
When I think of His Majesty's unreserved trust in us, I feel full of energy. My waist is no longer sore, my stomach is no longer painful, and even the stomach problems I have suffered for many years are much better.
A few enemies are nothing. With His Majesty’s support, there is no need to be afraid even if there are three times more, no, ten times more~!
Thinking of this, my blood boiled for a while, and I didn't care about victory or defeat. I shook the reins and charged forward."
All the officers under his command hurriedly flattered him and shouted loudly.
"Your Excellency is wise, takes the lead, and is brave enough to save our legion in one go."
"That's right, I was fighting the enemy in front and when I saw the enemy behind me, I thought I was going to be defeated again. But when I saw the adults rushing forward, my brothers felt at ease."
"Seeing your majesty's heroic appearance on horseback, we know that this time, our fourth legion will definitely not be defeated~!"
"That's right, it's up to you, sir, to turn the tide at the critical moment."
"…………"
For a time, there was a flood of praises and flattery.
Archbishop Santos smiled so hard that his molars were exposed, but he still looked humble and waved his hands repeatedly, saying: "Brothers, brothers. This is all because of His Majesty's encouragement to us. First of all, we must thank Your Majesty and
Deputy Commander-in-Chief. Then it depends on the concerted efforts of our brothers."
Everyone looked at each other, suddenly realized, and shouted in unison: "Yes, thank you Your Majesty~!"
"That's right. Our current achievements are inseparable from your support."
"…………"
Listening to the words of his officers, Archbishop Sandos nodded with satisfaction: After climbing up to his current position, the archbishop has also been immersed in the officialdom of the Holy See for many years. He is a well-known veteran.
When it comes to achieving results like this, the most important thing is to keep a clear mind.
No matter what achievements are achieved, it must be emphasized that success depends first on the attention and support of leaders, and then on to the efforts of one's own team. This order must not be reversed.
Otherwise it is a political mistake.
In the eyes of others, it is a sign of pride and complacency.
As long as someone makes a crooked mouth and says, "You don't know who you are even after a draw, you are proud and complacent, you have no leadership, you are domineering, you have evil intentions..."
As long as a trace of these words reaches the adult's ears, it is enough for him to drink several pots of wine.
Although Archbishop Santos does not have much military ability, he has been working hard in the Holy See organization for twenty years, and he is very clear about his political consciousness and how to deal with people.
"We must tell our brothers that no matter what grandson asks, we must first thank His Majesty the Pope."
Although he listened to everyone's words, Archbishop Sandos was still a little uneasy and seriously warned the officers again.
"Don't worry, my lord, we in the Holy See Army are all cultural people. If you pull out just one person, he can memorize several paragraphs of a fourteen-line Latin hymn.
It's different from that group of dead people who don't recognize any of their characters.
Brothers still have this awareness."
"Yes." Archbishop Sandos smiled and nodded, leaned back heavily in his chair, raised his hand to mop the shiny and neat hair on his head, and said with emotion: "Fortunately, I didn't lose again, and I can finally give an explanation to His Majesty.
Already..."
As he spoke, Archbishop Sandos's eyes couldn't help but turn red again: The archbishop himself has been under a lot of pressure during this period of time.
Since arriving here, I had a fight first, which left a bad impression on Lord Luo.
Later, when I participated in an exercise, I lost every battle.
It’s so difficult~!
Everyone in the Fourth Army can afford to lose, but Sandos himself cannot afford to lose.
The soldiers and officers lost the battle and were laughed at at most, but Sandos had already been personally named and supported by His Majesty the Pope and Lord Lorraine.
If he loses again, he will not lose a person's face, but the face of His Majesty the Pope. His Majesty the Pope is the spokesperson of the God of Light in the world. In other words, in the end, he will lose the face of the God of Light.
Not to mention that Archbishop Sandos is not very courageous, even if he is a coward, he dares to damage the face of the God of Light?
For the sake of his own future, Archbishop Bados must also hand over a record of results that can be seen, in order to thank His Majesty the Pope for his trust and to thank the God of Light for his care.
Otherwise, Hell will have to make an exception and build a premium v luxury package service specially for him.
During this period of time, Archbishop Sandos was under tremendous psychological pressure, and he could not tell others about this pressure. Therefore, Archbishop Sandos could only work hard, detect the opponent's movements, formulate battle plans, and repeatedly think about victory or defeat.
Gains and losses.
Archbishop Santos breathed a sigh of relief after seeing an eye-opening draw.
Archbishop Santos smacked his lips, feeling that something was missing. He turned around and thought about it, suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "How can I be without wine at this time?"
The officers under his command looked at each other, smiled bitterly in unison, some of them even licked their lips, and then sighed helplessly.
There is no alcohol in the army. This is a common rule among the armies of all countries.
It is difficult for the army to transport grain and grass. Not only does it take up space to transport liquid wine, it is also troublesome and can easily cause losses. Not to mention the logistics soldiers who transport wine, they will definitely steal the wine or sell it for money. It is simply a lack of effort.
Something to please.
The most important thing is that all the bosses know that drinking can ruin things. If soldiers are allowed to drink and they lose the battle because of it, it will be a big loss.
It is also against military law for soldiers to drink alcohol during wartime, and they will be severely fined if caught.
Therefore, when marching and fighting, there will be no alcohol in the regiment. The ban will only be lifted when repairing.
But once Desheng returned, all kinds of fine wines were opened again.
For soldiers, if you want to drink, just fight hard.
Of course, this rule does not apply to senior officers. Wabador likes to drink a few drinks when he is fighting. It is normal for officers to carry a few bottles of wine in their luggage.
These officers and soldiers used to like to find a tavern to have a few drinks when they had nothing to do. Some of them were even addicted to alcohol.
But after being out for more than a month, everyone in the Fourth Army Corps had not touched a drop of alcohol.
It's okay not to mention it. When Archbishop Santos mentioned it, everyone's alcohol bug screamed out. Even Archbishop Santos felt his mouth was dry and tasteless.
Archbishop Sandos patted his big tui, then pointed at the officer in charge of military supplies, and said: "Who is that? Amp, I'll pay for it, you go to the town and buy all the wine they have, and you're getting some pork, beef, mutton, etc."
Yes, let me reward my brothers today."
Naturally, his subordinates flattered him wildly and praised "Your Majesty for your wisdom" in unison.
Archbishop Sandos personally dug into his pocket, and the quartermaster received two thousand gold coins, and quickly headed towards the town with a group of soldiers.
The soldiers of the Fourth Legion were delighted when they heard that they could have a drink at night, and some people said that if they could drink twice as much every day, maybe we would have defeated those Ruman Legions long ago.
Thousands of people in the Fourth Army Corps were staring at the camp gate eagerly, waiting for the munitions sign to come back with wine, so that they could have a drink and get rid of the suffocation they had been feeling for a while.
Soon several people appeared at the camp gate.
"We're back, we're back." The soldiers shouted and crowded forward, ready to spot the right opportunity to grab one or two barrels and take them back for fun. Anyway, there were so many people, and the quartermaster wouldn't be able to see clearly who took them.
But when everyone surrounded the quartermaster, they were surprised to find that the quartermaster and his party were completely empty-handed. There was nothing in the cart they pulled out.
"What's going on?" Archbishop Sandos walked out of the crowd.
He had been patrolling the camp just now, and was about to give a passionate speech to the soldiers to boost their morale before serving wine, but he was surprised to see that they brought nothing back, which made Archbishop Santos feel
Very shameless.
Archbishop Sandos thought to himself: Ordinarily, it shouldn't be. The town is not small in size, with at least three to four thousand people. It is impossible that there are not many taverns and restaurants, and there is a winery.
Archbishop Santos has long been familiar with the nearby terrain. He knows very well that there are several wineries growing grapes near the river valley, and each winery will have inventory in the cellars.
With a helpless expression on his face, the quartermaster spread his hands to Archbishop Sandos and said, "Sir, we walked around the town and every tavern was open."
Archbishop Sandos frowned and said, "Don't you know how to knock on the door?"
The quartermaster said: "Knock, sir. We knocked on every tavern and restaurant. We also visited all the wineries. We shouted for a long time and no one opened."
Archbishop Sandos asked doubtfully: "Is there no one in the town?"
As the saying goes, thieves are like combs and soldiers are like grates. The archbishop also knows that civilians are very afraid of soldiers. When they see an army nearby, the first thing they think of is deserting.
The quartermaster said angrily: "Sir, this is what puzzles the brothers. There is clearly someone in the house, but no matter how we call, they won't open the door."
Archbishop Sandos raised his head in confusion and said, "Didn't you say you paid for it?"
The archbishop thought to himself, are these guys so arrogant that they plan to directly steal people's things and then use the money I gave them?
Well,..., it's very possible~!
Archbishop Sandos has seen this kind of thing too many times in the Holy See, and it's not like he has never done it himself. After all, this method of making money is an unspoken rule that everyone is well aware of.
Archbishop Sandos looked at the quartermaster with suspicion.
The quartermaster was so confused that he couldn't laugh or cry. He frowned and explained: "Sir, we said, I even said, we will add 30% to buy their goods, but even so they won't open the door."
"Didn't you tell me your identity?"
"I told you, sir, when we enter the town, we will say that we are from the Laohe peacekeeping force, but..." The quartermaster's expression was a little strange.
"But what?" Archbishop Santos asked anxiously: "That's what you said."
The quartermaster thought about it and said: "As soon as we mentioned our peacekeeping force, everyone in the town ran home and locked the doors."
"That's unreasonable~!" Archbishop Sandos shouted angrily and said: "We risked our lives to come across the ocean from thousands of miles away. We were exposed to wind and rain, marching and fighting, and even suffered hail. For
What is?
Isn't it because of this group of Almohads that they dare not welcome Master Wang?
This is really unreasonable~!
A bunch of people are killing the common people without any consciousness at all.
Damn, bastard to the extreme~!”
The officers and soldiers were also very excited. Everyone in the peacekeeping force had the same idea. They were here to help the Almohads.
This group of Almohads should be grateful and eat pots of milk to welcome the king. Forget it. If they don't welcome us, they will run away when we come. What do they think of us?
Did the Japanese enter the village?
It's really intolerable for my aunt, but intolerable for my uncle.
Besides, everyone is just waiting for this drink to satisfy their cravings, and it’s not like they don’t pay for it. What about you Almohad people?
Queen Isabella still has to be obedient and let our Commander-in-Chief pick up~!
It's against you.
Archbishop Santos rolled his eyes and said: "Come here, let's go to the town to talk to the Almohads and engage in people-friendly activities."
"Okay~!"
Archbishop Sandos led a large group of soldiers out of the camp gate, lighting torches, and marched toward the town in a majestic manner.
The town was just as the quartermaster said, it was completely dark and no sound could be heard except the barking of dogs.
But Archbishop Sandos could clearly feel that someone was watching them from the cracks in the door and window.
Archbishop Sandos suddenly felt as if he was in enemy territory.
Archbishop Sandos led his men around the town and didn't see even a lighted yard.
"Go and bring me the mayor." Archbishop Sandos ordered the officer behind him.
The officer scratched his head and said doubtfully: "But sir, we don't know where the mayor is?"
"There's no need to ask." Archbishop Sandos glared at his men and said, "This is the biggest house in the town. Also, I asked you to invite me, so don't use violence."
"Yes, sir." The officer responded, and awkwardly led a few people to perform the mission.
It's dark in this town, and every door is locked. We can't use violence, and we have to invite people over. What should we do?
The officer went away confused. After a while, a shout came from not far away.
"Caught, caught."
"I asked you to run for me, and you still run~!"
Soon after, a group of people, including an old man in his sixties, came to Archbishop Sandos.
Archbishop Sandos looked him up and down, and saw that the old man was obviously very frightened. He was hunched over. When he saw Archbishop Sandos, he bowed to everyone and shouted to everyone, "Greetings to the general, hello to the general."
Archbishop Santos showed off the smile he had cultivated while working as a priest, walked up to the old man, took his arm, and said gently: "Hello, old man."
The old man quickly bowed and said: "Hello, General."
Archbishop Sandos said: "Old man, we are peacekeepers. Do you know that we are in the peacekeepers?"
"Yes, yes, I know, I know." The old man said tremblingly.
Archbishop Santos patted the mayor's hand and said: "We are here to buy something with everyone and spend money to buy things. Go and call everyone out."
As he spoke, Archbishop Sandos grabbed a handful of gold coins and forced them into the old man's hand.
The old man said "Don't dare, don't dare" while glancing at the coins in his hand from the corner of his eye.
Feeling the weight of his hand and the golden light reflecting the firelight, the old man straightened his chest, a greedy expression appeared on his face, and exclaimed: "Gold~!"
Archbishop Sandos nodded and said with a smile: "We are really here to buy things. Don't worry, go and call everyone out."
Archbishop Sandos knows very well that in this world, no matter how hard the truth is, it cannot be stronger than real money and silver, and no matter how good eloquence is, it cannot be better than pearls and gems.
The old man bowed respectfully and said loudly: "Yes, yes, I will go there right away."
Then the mayor banged a gong, making a clanging sound, followed by several soldiers from the Fourth Army Corps, and shouted along the street: "Folks, come out, Laohe's troops won't steal food."
Archbishop Sandos smacked his lips, why did he feel that there was something wrong with what the old man said.!