Before dawn, the vanguard had set off.

Two standing army brigades and another militia brigade were walking in front, and the Jeska brigade also served as the baggage team and the guard, and another squadron of Hussars accompanied the support - this is the entire force of the vanguard.

Their duties are to confirm the route, build camps, clean up possible enemies, and prepare for the arrival of subsequent large forces.

The sun has not risen, so it is very cold, so cold that people's chest is trembling involuntarily.

A skillful soldier sewed himself a helmet-like hat, only revealing his eyes outside.

Soldiers who know how to needle and thread can only get frozen. The nose, mouth, and ears are red from the cold, and the white mist brought out of breathing brings frost on their eyes.

Some soldiers cut the Hudder robes into pieces and used them as scarves, or randomly found some corner fabrics as triangle scarves.

The camp of the Jeska Brigade is now extremely deserted. All the things that should be taken were loaded on a carriage and carried on their shoulders. There were only piles of charcoal-black gray left on the ground.

Before the defenders had already set off, the militia lined up and stood on standby, rubbing their hands, stamping their feet, and whispering gossip.

Winters walked between the queues and did his last check before leaving.

The militia along the way saw the centurion coming and saluting, and Winters also returned the salute seriously.

Many militiamen were wrapped in the robes of the Heds, for no reason, and the robes were really warm.

If it weren't for the bad impact, Winters wanted to get a robe on the outside - after all, in this ghost weather, there was no big deal of clothes on his body.

[Samujin] of Wolf Town shrugged her shoulders and shrugged her back because of the cold. When he saw the centurion coming over, he hurriedly asked, "When will we go? Sir."

Winters estimated the time slightly and replied: "Don't worry, it should be soon."

"Okay...that's good." Samujin twitched his nose and said tremblingly: "It's good to walk, it's warm to walk, it's too cold to stand."

Seeing that Samujin only had the jacket she had when she left home, Winters was very surprised: "Why didn't you get a robe to wear?"

Samujin's voice was as small as a mosquito: "It's unlucky to wear dead clothes. Sir, I'm fine, I'll be warm when I walk."

"Do you want the dead gold?" Winters was so angry that he pointed to the scabbard of Samujin and asked, "Is this knife the Hurds held with a plate to give it to you? You want the dead sabbar, and you wear the dead armor. Tell me, what's the difference between the dead robes?"

Samujin was unable to refute, and he lowered his head and muttered: "That's still different."

Winters was both angry and funny: "You don't know how expensive Hurd's robes are? If Herd's woman's dowry is to have three sets of robes, it's not ordinary people. There are merchants who specialize in purchasing Hurd's leather robes, but they don't want them if you don't want them?"

"Ah?" Sa Mujin was stunned: "I don't know this... it's too late now..."

"Give you five minutes, go to the back to find Lieutenant Bud to get one." Winters urged: "Go quickly! Go run!"

Samujin ran away in a flash.

"Save it easy to wear a robe, be careful not to get worms." Winters said to others around him: "It's a bit difficult to wear for a lifetime, and there's no problem in wearing for a half lifetime."

After patrolling the two hundred men under his command, Winters walked into the old chariot's carriage.

When he opened the car door, he was facing the little lion's eyes.

Seeing who the visitor was, the little lion buried his head in his arms and continued to sleep.

"Go away, go away." Winters slapped the little lion and pushed it aside.

The little lion made a gurgling sound, humming and giving up a place, and Rong Wentes sat down.

Monk Reed smiled: "This little guy has a very good ear. You can hear your footsteps very far away."

"Is this a little guy?" Winters was worried when he saw the little lion: "It's almost eighty pounds, right?"

"What's wrong with eighty kilograms?" Monk Reed didn't care: "It's still early to adulthood."

Although the little lion is still called the little lion, this is just because Winters does not allow Bell to name the little lion.

In fact, Little Lion has seen all domestic dogs bigger and heavier than Winters, and it is getting bigger and heavier every day, and its appetite is increasing day by day.

Fortunately, Winters doesn't have to worry about where to find meat recently. It's enough for a little lion to eat for a long time.

Winters touched the fluff on the little lion's back and said helplessly: "It's because of this reason that I'm anxious. You haven't seen its mother before... Alas, I'm considering whether to let it return to the wasteland here."

"Cough." Reed put his feet on the little lion to keep warm, and asked Winters: "How to put it? This little guy can't even catch a rabbit. If you put it in the wild, don't you let it starve to death?"

"The Huds will come after them soon, and they should be catching it."

"The leader of the Hudd is called Bai Shi. Isn't it equivalent to giving Yasin auspiciousness to Yasin? Increase his authority?"

Winters was also very disappointed: "I never thought Yasin's father would give him this name!"

"The names of the Hed people are all given by their own shamans." Monk Reid smiled and corrected.

“It doesn’t matter!”

Reed coughed lightly, and his face became even more smiling: "Don't be afraid, take it back to Paratu with peace of mind. If you can't afford to support me, I can arrange for the public church to take over. [From the wilderness, like the call of a lion], hahahaha!"

Winters' head hurts even more.

The image of a lion has special meaning whether in the Orthodox Church or the Public Church.

First of all, the lion is the symbol of [King David] and one of the twelve clan emblems of descendants of [God Wrestler]. There are a lot of metaphors and images of lions in the scriptures.

The flying winged lion is the symbol of Saint Marco, the saint of the sea blue master, and this image is painted on the Venetta military flag.

Another saint, Zerom, had a closer connection with the lion. Legend has it that he pulled out the thorns from his claws for a lion, and since then the lion accompanied him, it was considered a miracle.

There are also two saints who are accompanied by a lion.

It is precisely because of the precedent of Saint Zerom that the fact that there is a lion beside the begging monk Rhett is accepted by most believers without any difficulty.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "The Little Lion is...yes..." Winters was exhausted for a while and thought for a long time but couldn't find a word to explain what the Little Lion is.

He simply gave up on himself: "It's not a miracle anyway, I would rather raise myself than give it to the public church."

"Actually, you already have the answer." The old monk said slowly: "Are you willing to let the two little guys separate? Are you willing to let this little guy yourself? They have feelings for raising pots of flowers and plants, let alone such spirit beasts? Raise them first, and no one will not let you raise them. Don't worry, you can wait until they become adults and train them to return to the forest."

Wintersth thought about it, but there was no better way.

Release to the wilderness?

Insecure.

Sell ​​it to the church or other big shots?

Unconscience.

The main problem is to break up Bell and Lion?

He couldn't bear it.

The little hunter and the little lion are intimate. Although the little lion is still early from adulthood, the wildness and strength it occasionally reveals still make Winters nervous.

Only when I play with Bell, no matter how I play, there has never been any accident with each person and lion.

Winters vaguely felt that in the eyes of Little Lion, he and the old charlatan were still [human], and Bell was already regarded as a kind of Lion.

Perhaps only the old charlatan's method is left: first make sure that the little lion can be independent, and then let him return to the forest.

"A lion raised by a man?" Winters hesitated: "Can you still learn to hunt?"

Of course, the old charlatan said confidently: "Don't you understand? Look at the cats raised by princes and nobles, they don't have to worry about food and drink. But when they see mice, they will catch them. This is called instinct. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... Young people have short-sighted knowledge and need to learn more."

Winters was speechless. Judging from his life experience, the general ignored the mouse when he saw it, but the young general did occasionally go home with the mouse in his mouth, which would cause screams every time.

The Little Lion's problem was temporarily suspended, and Winters casually told the old charlatan that "Samujin would rather be frozen than wear dead people's clothes" just now, just as an interesting thing.

Unexpectedly, monk Reed became interested.

He stroked his beard and pretended to be serious: "I think there should be more than one person who has such doubts, which may affect the combat effectiveness of the army. After all, once the fingers are frostbite, the soldiers will not be able to fight."

When Winters heard this, he became worried: "What should I do?"

"I have a solution when it can be solved well."

"What's the solution?"

"Simple." Reed sneered: "At next Mass, I will give some holy water to open Heder's robe, and there will be no problem."

Winters was silent for a long time, half complimenting and half sarcastic, and asked the old man: "If... I mean, if you and your group of crazy believers said that cow dung is delicious, will they go and eat it?"

...

The old charlatan Reed has gradually evolved from [the saint of the Jeska Brigade] to [the saint of the entire army of Paratu].

Even senior officers such as Sekler and Alpad dared not neglect the old charlatan. They repeatedly invited the old charlatan to live in the Central Army with better conditions, but were rejected by the old charlatan again and again.

So, Winters witnessed the attitudes of the generals and the school officials from "not daring to neglect" to "admiration and respect".

The old charlatan preached, and the people from other brigades, regardless of Protestants, Catholics, officers, and soldiers all came to listen to the proclamation.

The old charlatan gave away small biscuits, and those who received the communion could line up from the west wall of the camp to the east wall.

The existence of the little lion not only did not weaken the sacred sense of the old charlatan, but was regarded as a miracle by believers.

Seeing a real lion lying at the foot of an old charlatan as well as a puppy, many believers shed tears and even regarded the old man as a living saint.

When he heard that someone had "canonized himself", another devout believer, Lieutenant Varga, was furious.

Being blinded by religious enthusiasm, Lieutenant Varga broke into the Jeska camp with his sword and vowed to kill heresy.

After Winters learned the news, he didn't even have time to wear his shirt and boots, so he grabbed a steel nail and ran to save the old man.

When he arrived at the scene with barefoot, it was too late... Varga was kissing the corner of the old charlatan's clothes.
To be continued...