Chapter 294 Tears and Laughter Flow into a River

"With a carriage, it will be much faster to get from Jeanne d'Arc to Autumn Island." Jourdain said excitedly while standing at the front of the raft.

Fortunately, he was only slightly injured in this battle. Since the division he commanded made great contributions in the siege of Jeanne d'Arc Castle, he was successfully promoted to the commander of the Black Hat Sixth Legion.

Jourdan hung a large bag of dinars around his waist and said, "In the future, I plan to build a big house on Autumn Island, and then buy a small building in Jeanne d'Arc. Then we can live the life of a knight."

These Salvation Army war monks also gained a lot from this expedition.

According to the Financial Group's estimates, the 4500 Salvation Army soldiers received nearly £5 in spoils during the war.

Some of them would use the money to buy land and houses, some would buy jihad bonds and wait for the money, and others would invest in two agricultural monasteries.

Of course, there are also people who take the money and spend it on wine and women.

In fact, Horn forcibly disbanded entertainment organizations such as technical academies and gambling houses, and prohibited them from opening in the city.

All those scoundrels who were leading the gang were arrested and sent to Trinity for labor reform.

But unfortunately, some skilled women actually do it secretly in the wild. They don't even want to be allocated land and just want to do this job.

The same goes for gambling houses. If they are not allowed to openly operate, they will just open them in the wild. The night watchmen have caught several batches of them but it is useless.

However, Horn did not force any restraint. First, he was not a babysitter and adults were responsible for their own behavior.

The second is that this situation is superficial. If the fundamental problems behind it are not resolved, forcible administrative enforcement will not have much effect.

As long as they don't commit a crime, Horn can only turn a blind eye to some minor offenses.

These war monks were of humble origins, and drinking and eating meat every day was the best life for them.

Faced with Jourdain's smug remarks, Laurent's face turned pale, but he still showed an envious expression.

His body rose and fell with the swaying of the raft. Laurent grew up by the canal, so he was not afraid of water.

However, he still held on to the pull ring on the raft tightly, for fear of falling into the Nanze Lake.

After all, this is the legendary terrifying Black Bone Swamp!

He was scared to death when he passed through the wild spider forest. Who knows what would be under the water?

"Don't be afraid." Jourdan saw Laurent's fear at a glance. He smiled and sat down cross-legged. "We have checked thoroughly. All the long-haired zombies near Autumn Dusk Island have been killed."

"What? There are hairy zombies!"

Jourdan coughed and quickly changed the subject: "Look, the Senate discussed that bridge for so long before naming it the New Life Bridge."

Holding the pull ring, Laurent looked in the direction Jourdain pointed.

The Broken Bridge spans the lake, and it is the only passage to Qiumu Island.

Due to years of disrepair, the bridge decks of these broken bridges have almost completely collapsed, stones are scattered in the water, and moss has covered the lonely bridge piers, making them look very dilapidated.

But now, thick logs and hemp ropes covered the bridge piers, and beastman laborers with flashing gray animal ears were swinging hammers.

They were wearing simple linen clothes, their sweat beads reflected the sunlight, and with every hammer strike, a clinking sound could be heard.

"Are these beastmen?" Laurent's eyes widened as he looked at her. "How can they work so honestly? Isn't it said that beastmen will never be slaves?"

"Those are bandits in the mountains, bad beastmen. This one is a good beastman who believes in the Holy Grandson."

Zhu Erdan looked at the broken bridge that was being repaired slowly with emotion: "Next time we come, we don't have to take a boat. We can just walk directly on the bridge."

Looking at the broken bridge in a daze, Laurent's usually gloomy face unconsciously showed a smile.

"Ah, we're here." Zhu Erdan stood up. "We've reached the lowest point in Daze Township, Qiumu Island! It's so beautiful. This is my second hometown. Look at the pier in the distance. It's so prosperous!"

The Advent docks on Autumn Dusk Island were crowded with war-brothers returning home.

As small rafts or large ships approached the shore, groups of war monks in black clothes came out one after another.

They were either alone or in groups, and the expressions on their faces were mixed, including joy, fatigue, and indelible sadness.

An elder stood on a stone pile at the dock, holding up a large iron loudspeaker and shouting at the top of his lungs: "Move forward, don't crowd on the dock, move forward."

Beside him, beastman laborers unloaded luggage and spoils from the ship one by one.

The war brothers cried and laughed as they hugged their loved ones, or handed over boxes of clothing, pensions and commendation medals to the families of their comrades.

Laughter and crying, joy and sorrow were almost happening at the same time on this small pier.

It had been more than a month since the Salvation Army left on February 2. But when Brune really stepped onto the dock of Autumn Dusk Island, it felt like a long time had passed.

The debris on the original dock was cleared away, and a few wooden shops were built on the ruins.

The weeds between the tiles, the moss on the walls, the rotting animal carcasses and trees, all disappeared.

It was like they were gone not for a month, but for a year.

"Let's go, I see Papa and Grandma." Jonal's voice sounded behind Brune.

Brune's legs seemed to be filled with lead, but he still carried Jonard on his back and walked with difficulty towards old Jonard who was still looking around.

After about ten steps, little Jonal spotted Brune.

He carried the wooden sword, weaving in and out between the legs that moved like a forest, and trotted over to Brune: "Brother Brune!"

Holding little Jonal's hand, Brune took two steps forward before he saw Jonal's mother running towards him with an apron in her hand.

"Mom!" Jonal greeted her with a smile, then reached out and pinched little Jonal's face.

"My son." Jonal's mother wanted to rush over and hug her biological son, but Jonal, who was carried on Brune's back, did not get down.

At this time, little Jonal, who had walked around behind Brune, asked in confusion, "Brother, where are your legs?"

Brune silently turned his body to let Jonal and Papa's mother greet them.

Looking at Jonal's empty trouser legs, his mother froze instantly.

After staring at her calf for two seconds, she took a step back and fell straight down.

"Mom!" Jonal was horrified and reached out to pull, but he failed to grab his mother's hand.

She was about to fall, but fortunately old Jonal was right behind her. He quickly caught his wife and straightened her up.

Looking up and down at his skinny and weathered son, and seeing his trouser legs fluttering in the wind, old Jonal's eyes reddened slightly.

"Papa, I'm back." Jonal forced a smile, "Don't cry. If you cry, I'll want to cry too."

Brune looked at old Jonal who was walking forward and lowered his head woodenly: "I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of him."

"Damn, I get angry just thinking about it. This guy got away with it." Jonal elbowed Brune. He was carried on his back, and this was his only way to attack. "He killed four extraordinary knights, even a knight leader and a royal knight.

Brune is already the division commander and deputy corps commander. After a while, he will report to the Jihad Special Zone Military Academy..."

"Jonald, stop talking..." Brune knew that this was Jonald's dream, to be the commander of the legion.

But this dream was realized by Brune, who had no dreams, and he ended up with disabled legs.

Jonal could no longer be the head of the legion.

Brune couldn't see Jonard's expression, but he could feel Jonard trembling as he spoke.

He knew that at this moment, Jonal was probably covering his eyes with his sleeves.

At this time, Jonal's mother, who had just fainted, finally woke up. She hugged Jonal from behind and burst into tears.

Old Jonal also silently hugged the mother and daughter and wiped his tears on his shoulders.

The tears kept flowing, and together with the tears of other people on the dock, they were about to turn into a river.

The whole family hugged each other and cried behind him. Brune stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to walk or stand.

After crying for a few minutes, old Jonal was the first to recover from his grief: "Okay, Jonal is still alive. This means the Holy Father is protecting me."

Pulling his wife aside, old Jonal took his son off Brune's back and put him on his own.

"Uncle Jonal, I'm leaving first." Brune had no family members to pick him up, so he could only bow and leave.

"Come with us," said Old Jonal, grasping Brune's arm, "and have a drink at our house to celebrate our victory over the devil.

I also want to ask what happened in this battle. Jonal will definitely praise himself eight times in one sentence. What you said is closer to the truth."

"How come I praised myself eight times in one sentence..."

Amid the noise, the Jonard family and Brune walked towards the town.

(End of this chapter)