It was a pure crushing battle, with the wandering samurai using great skill to knock the vigilantes to the ground, taking the food they had stolen and returning it to the poor one by one. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the end, there were still a few pieces of dry food left in the bamboo basket.

"Boy, run away with these dry rations." An old man, after receiving the rations from the wandering samurai, blinked his swollen eyes and said, "I see that you are in good shape, go to the Church of the Holy Light or the royal army, and don't come back." ”

The wandering warrior shook his head as he looked at the vigilantes who were groaning and struggling to escape, and said, "I believe that there are still good people in Catholicism, just as I firmly believe that the Lord is watching over me." ”

"You're still fantasizing about those guys? ...... The old man didn't want to say anything more, so he broke off half of the dry food he had received and handed it to the child hiding behind him.

That kid was the little guy who had just spoken to him.

The wandering warrior stroked the child's head, smiled and handed him a piece of dry food, then turned to leave.

The world misunderstood Catholicism, and he firmly believed that there were still good Catholics in the holy city of Jerusalem. The wandering samurai put on his hood and thought as he walked. At least as kind as the boy just now.

Walking through the slums of the outer city, the wandering samurai passed through the gate of the middle city, which was guarded by the royal army, and walked to the place where he had prayed yesterday, and found a corner to sit down.

The middle city is more prosperous than the outer city, you can see the flowers and trees that are almost invisible in the outer city, and the cleanliness and hygiene are also very different.

But in the same way, there are poor people here, as you can see from the clothes.

They wore old clothes, and the threads and fibers of the clothes were exposed after long hours of labor.

Most of these people were concentrated in the vicinity of the Church of the Holy Light, walking around the church, observing the wounded soldiers in the hospital beds from time to time, and then reporting to the wandering samurai, wearing white robes and white hats.

The wandering samurai didn't wait long, and a team carrying wounded soldiers came galloping all the way with a chaotic pace.

"Damn Muslims attacking again?" A civilian, who was caring for the wounded, seemed to be familiar with all this, and asked the leading soldier with a frown, "How many wounded are there?" ”

"There are more than 100 people, and I don't know what these Muslims are crazy about, today is much more brutal than yesterday's fighting." The soldier shook his head.

"There are more than 100 people, and we don't have enough beds." The civilian shook his head and said with a bitter face.

"Already full?" The soldier was a little confused.

"Filled, inside the church, around the dwellings. All the places available to the Church of the Light were filled with the wounded, and even the sleeping quarters of the two adults were given to them. The civilian shook his head and refused.

This scene made the wandering samurai feel incredible. You must know that in Europe, soldiers are a class higher than civilians, and if civilians dare to bargain with soldiers like this, they will definitely be beaten.

"What then? Several of these soldiers were followers of the Light. The soldier was clearly acting.

"Every time you say that, but every time it's a Catholic." The civilian grumbled twice and then said.

Then a man in a strange white robe came up and said, "The Light favors those who are willing to believe in Him, no matter what his current beliefs are.

Well, set up a few tents outside the church, prepare the beds, and we'll arrange for the congregation to take care of the wounded. ”

"But, Father. We already run out of extra beds and materials. ”

The soldier hurriedly picked up the conversation and said, "We can prepare the bed and materials." ”

So, on the road outside the church, several tents were quickly set up by the congregants and soldiers.

Thanks to the rain that had just fallen yesterday, the weather today was very good, so that the soldiers who had been slightly injured did not suffocate under the tents.

Although the tents temporarily relieved the pressure on the insufficient wards, they were not enough in the face of the steady stream of wounded soldiers.

In the end, the project of setting up tents left the cultists of the Holy Light lying on the ground exhausted and panting, unable to utter a word.

After a few hours of silence, the wandering warrior stood up, silently took the tools from the disciples, and began to set up the tent without saying a word.

This was not until it was dark and the congregants in the church carried out bamboo baskets full of food and rice porridge.

The wandering warrior followed the disciples to receive food, and after sitting on the ground, he asked the people around him, "I see that there are many disciples of the Holy Light in the outer city, since you are so busy, why don't you let them help?" ”

"The young and vigorous young men of the slums have gone with His Majesty Baldwin IV to defend the walls," said a carpenter-looking congregation, drinking a bowl of white rice porridge, "and the two bishops were embarrassed to ask their families to come to the Church of the Light to help the wounded soldiers. One is that I am afraid of meeting my relatives and can't control my emotions. Second, I am afraid that there are too many of them, which will cause chaos. ”

The wandering warrior looked at the carpenter in surprise and said, "You know a lot. ”

"Hey! Where did he understand this, these words were said by the soldiers who brought the wounded. I heard that it was His Majesty's evaluation of the Church of the Holy Light. Eating and drinking, the civilians debunked the carpenter's words.

"Just guess my platform! Finally, someone looked at me with adoring eyes. ”

"Haha......"

"But, in this case. Wouldn't believers in the outer cities not get free food? The wandering samurai looked at the porridge in his hand and the same dry food as at noon, and remembered the skinny appearance of the old people and children in the outer city.

How can you stand eating only one piece of dry food a day!

"Hah! I knew you would think so! "You don't know, when the Bishop came, he made an agreement with His Majesty Baldwin IV to guarantee that the clergy of the Church of the Holy Light would have four pieces of dry food and a handful of rice every day. ”

"A handful of rice? That's a luxury! The wandering warrior seemed to have found the secret of the Church of the Holy Light, and said with a little teasing.

I made rice for myself to eat, and dry food for the people to eat! The wandering samurai made up a scene in his own brain. This also explains why the Holy Light Church is so generous!

Otherwise, compared to them, the actions of the Catholic Church made the wandering warriors feel ashamed.

The carpenter laughed and said, "Yes, otherwise how would we have been able to drink such delicious rice porridge?" ”

As he spoke, he took a sip of rice porridge with only a few white grains floating in the soup.

"You're going to have to be scared! You know, the priests also eat only one dry ration a day. They were more tired than we were, and they had to heal the wounded without stopping. The other believers coaxed the carpenter.

"A piece of dry food?" The wandering samurai said with the rice porridge like white water in his hand.

"Otherwise, where do you think the dry food distributed from the outer city came from?" The carpenter swallowed all the rest of the dry food with rice porridge and said, "This is also what the priests of the Holy Light Church do, just like the Catholic Church used to give alms, only a hundred finger-sized dry food, and it was on a first-come, first-served basis, there are so many hungry people in the whole city, how can it be enough." ”

"The old man couldn't survive the winter because he was hungry, and the little cubs starved to death in their beds. When I got home, I didn't dare to touch their bodies sleeping on the bed. I'm afraid to touch a cold corpse. The carpenter said with tears in his eyes. Now it is even more afraid that the gates of the city will suddenly be broken and the damned Muslims will storm Jerusalem. ”

The wandering samurai closed his mouth and slowly digested everything the carpenter had said.

A strange ballad hummed out of the carpenter's mouth, without words, but full of heaviness and sadness, and yearning for a better life.

At first one person hummed, then a group of people, and finally the wounded who were awake also hummed.

At night, the wandering samurai looked up at the night sky, and for the first time had the idea of wandering.