Wright slowly walked among the collapsed and destroyed ruins. The wind from the south blew across the fields, trampled and destroyed wheat fields, and into this devastated place. There was no smell of blood and burning in the wind, but with a kind of wetness and sweetness that indicates that a summer rain might come soon.

After the rain, the plants and trees will re-germinate, and new buds will grow in the destroyed fields. Nature will always recover faster than humans. This village, which was set on fire by the nobles, will not know when it will be rebuilt.

This small team was not for cleaning the battlefield. Wright and his new comrades were just ordered to go from Kant to the Hosmann prisoner-of-war camp to replace the medical staff there. It was a coincidence that the team would not stay here for too long. Wright knew this, but he still hoped that a small purification ceremony for the village would be to fulfill his responsibilities as a priest.

After obtaining the consent of the squad commander, he came to the center of the ruins of the village, where there was a collapsed long house, which might be the place where the villagers gathered. The house had been burned down, and the burnt wooden boards and beams were buried like a mess of dead branches between broken soil and gravel, and the thin beams used to support the roof pointed to the blue sky like bony and strange limbs.

Next to the house is a landfill well.

Wright found a fairly regular tiles from the ruins and placed them next to the well. He poured some clear water into the tiles and placed a few small wild flowers next to the tiles. Then he took out a piece of white candle from his arms that was only the length of his thumb and placed it behind the tiles to symbolize the holy light.

After all this was arranged, he gently rubbed his fingers above the candle.

Nothing happened, and even a little bit of holy light did not appear.

Wright silently withdrew his hand and took out a small magic device of the fire-induced weapon from his arms. He made it with two copper pieces that carved the runes of fire element and a small magic storage crystal. He brought the fire-induced weapon close to the candle. Press the switch, and then a red light appeared at the front of the copper piece of the rune, igniting the candle wick.

"May the Holy Light protect your way forward... no longer be trapped in cold and darkness... May your souls be peaceful... no longer hunger or suffering..."

Wright finished his prayer softly, then leaned down to extinguish the candle, but before putting it away, he suddenly saw something as familiar as lying quietly between the weeds beside the well.

It was an iron badge, the size of a hazelnut, with a ring and a beam of light on it, and the edges of the iron ring used to wear belts or silk threads. This is a holy light badge, hung on the breastplate of the Holy See's Knights.

Wright picked up the badge and looked quietly at the emblem representing the Church of the Holy Light.

He suddenly remembered that there were priests, priests, and even knights from the Holy Spirit Plain in the noble coalition.

He turned around and looked at the burned long house. In the ruins of the long house, he finally faintly sensed the remaining magical fluctuation, which was the breath left by the holy light.

The lost Holy Light emblem was pinched in Wright's hand, twisted little by little, and folded up.

And at this moment, a very subtle sound suddenly came into the pastor's ears, instantly attracting his attention.

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

Finally, he finally discovered a cover plate covered with dirt gravel and burnt wood, and a ring of iron fixed to the cover plate.

Wright threw a few larger stones and wood aside, then grabbed the iron ring on the cover with one hand, pulled it hard, and lifted it open in the darkness below the cover. He saw more than a dozen pairs of eyes full of horror.

“There are survivors here!”

The soldiers quickly gathered over, and after more than a dozen fully armed soldiers appeared, the terrified civilians in the cellar finally walked out with no choice. Wright counted next to him, and there were seventeen men, women, young and old.

These people were ragged, pale and thin, and were extremely haggard because they had not seen the sun for many days. They might have been hiding in the cellar since the noble soldiers left. At this moment, they were so weak that they even struggled to stand. They could only lean on each other and gather together into a small group, looking at the strange soldiers in front of them with fearful eyes.

A combat soldier jumped from the open cellar entrance, and a moment later the soldier climbed up the ladder: "There are three dead below, and they need help to carry it up."

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

The survivors looked at each other with panic expressions, some shook their heads repeatedly, some hesitantly nodded, and some just stood in a daze, as if they didn't understand the commander's words at all.

"Go and get some food and water first," the commander sighed, turning his head to instruct the people around him, "Don't take jerky, they may choke themselves to death."

The food was quickly brought over, but the dozen people just watched with caution and confusion. They swallowed their saliva, but none of them dared to step forward. It was not until the soldiers stuffed the food into their hands that they were sure that these things were really for themselves.

After the first person stuffed the food into his mouth, the others immediately swallowed it up Wright could feel that as the food was swallowed into his stomach, these people finally lost a little bit of alert to the soldiers in front of them.

Even though they are still nervous.

"Are you people in this village?" After those people recovered a little, Wright walked among them and asked in a gentle tone, "You have been hiding in the cellar? Are there any other cellars in the village?"

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

Then the man who spoke pointed to the cellar behind him and pointed to the people around him: "Only us."

"We are the Duke of Gowenceil," said the squad commander, "Don't be afraid, you are safe."

However, the villagers seemed to have not understood it and did not respond at all to the words of the squad commander, and looked at the melt-cut swords worn by the soldiers on their waists in fear.

"Cecil's army is different from other troops. We do not steal food," the squad commander of course knew what these villagers were afraid of. "Who burned the village? The knights of Viscount Consco? The people of Viscount Carroll? Or other nobles?"

When the villagers heard these names, they couldn't help but tremble, but no one dared to answer the team commander's questions head-on, as if they were afraid that they would be hung on the gallows after speaking here. But after a few seconds, a crisp sound still spoke rashly: "It's a knight in a white robe..."

The one who spoke was a child. Judging from the voice, it should be a girl. But as soon as she was halfway through, the adult next to her quickly covered the child's mouth, making the rest of her words turn into an vague whimper.

Wright squatted down in front of the child and waved his hand to let the adults beside him out of the way. His eyes were particularly bright and bright. Although the little girl was not beautiful at all, there were even large freckles on her rough and dry skin, and her dry hair was like weeds that covered a quarter of her face, but the big eyes exposed from behind the messy hair were particularly impressive.

Wright looked at those eyes and asked word by word: "Are the knights in white robes knights of the church?"

The little girl shook her head blankly, then nodded hesitantly: "I don't know...but there is a priest around them..."

Some of the survivors finally couldn't help it and sobbed in a low voice: "We have handed over the food... and all handed over the food..."

Wright knew what this seemed to be without a head or end.

They handed over the food. When the noble coalition launched an army to fight, the civilians in every territory must have donated food and property for this. The nobles would collect these things on the grounds that "we sent troops to protect you." Many civilians would easily believe these statements (because even if they didn't believe it, it was meaningless, and their voice was in the hands of the lord). They were afraid that when the defeated noble soldiers from the front came to plunder the village and set fire to the houses, they would not understand what was going on.

Even now, when they see the Cecils appearing in front of them, few people will think of these "experienced people" in front of them, who are those who fought with the lord before, or even if they think of it, they will not react to it. They will only lament their misfortune and fear the swords and staffs in the hands of the nobles, the knights and soldiers. On this, the more complex interest relationship is something they cannot understand.

The only thing they could think of was that they had "handed over the food" before.

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

The soldiers who went to the surrounding area of ​​the village to investigate the situation came back. They found dozens of corpses in a dirt pit not far outside the village.

It is not easy to completely incinerate so many corpses in a short period of time. The team did not carry enough oil and could not find enough ignition materials nearby. The team commander could only order the bodies to be left in the pit and buried on the spot together with the three corpses found in the cellar.

After these things were done, Wright found the commander: "I want to bring those dozen people to Cecil at least to the frontline camp where someone could escort them to the south."

Wright could not let go of the dozen survivors. Their homes had been destroyed, and there was no food or medicine. And it was Xia Chu. The revived steppe wolves and other beasts were wandering in the wilderness. Without the fences and houses of villages and lights, more than a dozen unarmed villagers probably would not survive in the wilderness for three days. After all, this place is not Cecil, and the danger in the wilderness is great.

"We have to report within the prescribed time. This is the discipline of the army," the commander certainly understood Wright's thoughts, but he must emphasize the implicit problem. "Those civilians are too weak and do not have the strength to rush for a short time. If we take them with us, we will definitely delay."

Wright had no way to refute, but the squad commander paused for two or three seconds and then continued: "But if you want, I can leave you a few soldiers. I will take the medical team to report to the camp first. It is disciplined for you to follow these people in the back."

"Okay, I'm fine," Wright agreed happily, and then said with a serious look on his face. "I have another suggestion that the captain is robbed by noble soldiers like this. There may be more than one village or town where survivors hide or flee. We should report the situation, and then try to find these places and save more people."
Chapter completed!