Defending the city was more difficult than expected.
The bloody battle lasted from morning to afternoon. The city was already covered with corpses and body parts, and the stone bricks were soaked with blood, giving off a fishy smell.
After a bitter battle, the defenders finally drove the vast number of Fudusan people off the city wall. Even the knights' armors were damaged and in a miserable state. Needless to say, the other lightly armored or even unarmored soldiers were naturally in a difficult position. Enjoy the situation.
The figures of the Fudusan people retreated outside the city. The temporarily victorious defenders raised their weapons and roared.
At this time, the trebuchet in the distance was in operation again, and the flying boulders shook the city wall. However, the bloody battle was won, and the morale of the defenders was greatly boosted. After the trebuchet went away, cheers resounded again.
Because he went into battle in person to fight, Laurent was injured, but thanks to the cover of Master Masafi and other Garda warriors, he only suffered some minor injuries on his back.
Laurent asked a Laytonian who knew medical skills to come over. He was a shaman. The latter was obviously familiar with such wounds. He brewed herbs and chanted incantations, and in a short time he had the dressing ready.
The hot potion hit the wound, and Lauren groaned. After recovering from the initial sting, he looked at Master Masaphi and asked, "How many brothers have we lost?"
"More than thirty, which is considered a heavy loss." Mr. Masafei said calmly, "There are still a few people whose whereabouts are unknown. They may have been captured."
"Have you counted the names?"
"It's been counted. Do you want me to read it to you?" Mr. Masaphi saw Lauren's thoughts.
Laurent nodded solemnly.
"Okay, next is: the list of people who want to be loyal to the God of War." Master Massafy recalled those names, "Combrai, Masakafu, Skilda..."
Mr. Masaphi read them one by one, and Laurent wrote down all the names so that they could give their relatives a pension later.
"Makada, Dosaco..."
"Dosaco?" Lauren heard the familiar name, "Is he dead too?"
Mr. Masaphi nodded and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing...his brother...died not long ago." Laurent said seriously.
"That's what the battlefield is like."
Master Masaphi said this,
"Let the living celebrate the dead. They have gone to the world after death and to the kingdom of Kars, the god of war."
Lauren lamented softly for these victims, and there was nothing more he could do except compensate their families.
After the shaman applied the medicine, he signaled the third prince to get up and walk around.
Lauren stood up, put on his linen clothes again, and then put on his leather armor.
"Where are you going?"
Master Ma Safei paused, stroked his beard and said:
"Are you ready to join in the celebration? Those people will definitely get drunk after a short mourning!"
"I have to go and see how the people are doing on the south side of Myrne."
Luo Lun turned around and explained:
"The casualties of these people must be much heavier than those of the Leyton people. I want to provide compensation to the injured and the dead."
Master Masaphi raised his eyebrows. The third prince's behavior was very reasonable and he could not find a reason to refute it.
However, this elderly Layton man still felt a little strange. In his opinion, the best thing for Lauren to do was to participate in the celebration of the Layton people first, be the protagonist in the celebration, and then find some time in the future. If you can't help those from the south, send someone you can trust.
Lauren walked out of the camp.
After a day of bloody fighting, the soldiers began to take a short rest. They were all exhausted and lay in a mess on or under the city, even lying together with corpses.
And Lauren saw Duke Andeff, who was standing injured on the battlement. At this time, he ordered the people who still had strength to clean up some corpses first.
"Lauren, a difficult victory. May the Lord always protect us." Duke Anderf said with a wry smile when he saw Loren approaching.
"We paid a big price."
Lauren looked towards the wilderness in the distance.
Dead bodies were everywhere under the city wall and on the stone bridge. The blood stained both sides of the river red. The steaming blood was steaming. The ruts of the siege engines remained on the ground, extending in the direction of the retreat of the Fudusan people, like the claws left by the devil on the ground. mark.
"How many casualties did they have this time? One thousand? Two thousand?" Lauren asked from memory, "I killed sixteen people alone."
"In terms of prisoners alone, we captured more than 400 people." Duke Androff replied, his expression slightly relaxed.
More than four hundred people were captured at Marton River City.
This means that the casualties of the Fudusan people are probably more than 2,000, and Laurent will naturally not be unaware of this.
"Will they come again tomorrow?"
Lauren asked, unfamiliar with the southerners' war habits.
According to Beitu's custom, if you can't succeed at one time, you will either give up directly or continue bloody battles until you succeed.
Duke Andev also thought of this. After stroking his beard and thinking for a moment, he replied: "Probably not. With such a big loss, they need some time to rest. If it were me, I would rest for at least a week."
"But they desperately wanted the city..."
"That should be half a week, no less."
Prince Androff looked up at the sky and said:
"After two failed sieges, their morale must have been dampened. If they come back tomorrow, unless the Lord is on their side, no one will be able to climb the city wall."
Laurent nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with this statement.
Prince Androff looked at the dead bodies on the wall and sighed.
The Leyton people suffered a lot of losses, so how could his losses be less?
"I have suffered a great loss," Duke Andoff thought of something. "The only good thing is that a priest led a group of monks to the city wall to save people, but the Fordusans were afraid of going to hell and did not dare to do anything to them. Killer."
"A priest led a group of monks to the city wall to save people? Who is it?" Laurent asked curiously.
"I can't believe it when I say his name." Duke Androff turned his head.
After a while, the Duke slowly uttered a name: "Blessed Luke, such a noble preparatory cardinal went to the battlefield to save people!"
Lauren's breath hitched.
He felt his brain suddenly roaring.
The blessed one I have been looking for is actually in the city of Marton River!
After a long time, Lauren came back to his senses. His hands were trembling and he couldn't help asking: "Where is he? Blessed Luke, where is he?"
Seeing how excited Lauren was, Duke Anderf was stunned and replied: "I don't know, maybe it's in the church in the city."
When Lauren heard this, he couldn't care less. He immediately climbed down the city wall and hurried onto the street.
The question that I have been puzzled by for a long time can finally be answered!
Laurent couldn't hold back his thoughts.
Ever since he walked out of the heavy snow, he had never heard the voice of the Lord or received an oracle from the Lord.
Everything is like an illusion, everything is like... never happened.
Lauren kept thinking, what time was the Lord talking about? Where is the value of human beings?
The third prince stepped on the street with his legs, and the church's towering Circle of Truth was already faintly visible in the sky.
Lauren's steps couldn't help but slow down. He slowed down out of respect, but his heart was still beating wildly and his blood was still boiling.
God realized that Lauren and Luke's meeting was almost destined.
He looked towards the earth, where the church of the city of Marton River stood.
People in the rows of benches stood up, and the true believers in the aisles also stood. They all looked at the priest who was doing the mass. qs
The priest at that mass was only the resident priest of Marton River City, not Blessed Luke.
It was not Luke who said mass tonight. He was not in this church, but somewhere else.
"It seems not tonight." God shook his head.
Chen Yi saw Luo Lun pushing through the crowd and walking to the altar. He looked at the priest expectantly.
When he saw the gray hair on the priest's head, he knew that it was not the Blessed Luke, but just an ordinary and unusual priest.
Lauren's disappointment was inevitable. The third prince had a premonition that he would never meet the Blessed Luke tonight, as if...it was too late.
Taking advantage of the break between the priest's sermons and scriptures, Lauren was unwilling to give up. He approached a monk and asked the latter about Luke's whereabouts.
Unfortunately, the monk also had no idea of Luke's whereabouts.
He said that Luke said mass yesterday and left this afternoon after the war ended, and he did not know the whereabouts of the preparatory cardinal.
Luo Lun was suddenly discouraged. Before he came here, he had hoped to pour out all his questions, but he never thought that he would miss it.
The twist of fate caught Lauren unexpectedly.
And he had to accept the fact that his doubts could not be answered yet.
Later, Lauren left the church. He was not a true believer and logically should not have come to attend mass in the church.
God watched his figure disappear in the alley under the moonlit night.
Chen Yi looked at the thread of his fate. It was a calm night, and it had been for several days in a row.
God looked at another figure in the city of Marton River—Blessed Luke.
At this time, the young priest walked into the low caves where the poor lived in the city and treated children, prostitutes, and poor people.
Luke brought bread and porridge, carried a large bucket, scooped it up with a spoon, and distributed it to each poor family. When he saw the sick prostitutes, they had no scruples on their faces, and they all asked for help from him. Seeking medical care as usual.
Both Lauren and Luke have attracted God’s attention and deserve His attention.
Compared with the former, the blessed Luke, who wandered like a mendicant monk and meditated on theology in the lonely wilderness, moved God even more.
He painstakingly studied the words in the scriptures and comprehended the revelation and knowledge in the scriptures.
As a young cardinal-preparatory, the blessed man is more willing to go to the poor to preach and do charity than to debate scriptures day after day on the peaceful Papal Island.
God couldn’t help but think,
So, can Luke answer his question?
There was an unspeakable fishy smell in the dark and gloomy slum.
An old man supported his body with a thick wooden branch and waved to the young priest with difficulty.
Luke walked over and looked at the old man.
The old man handed over a piece of acorn noodles and said, "This...I donated this to the church."
Luke took it with a smile on his face, his face as usual, without a trace of disgust.
The young priest and the old man repeatedly promised to donate to the church, and then made a ring salute to the old man.
The old man hurriedly raised his hand and clasped his fingers together. The thick wooden branch supporting his body fell to the ground. He then leaned on the wall, his fingers still clasped together, shaking up and down, as if praying in his heart.
God could see that Luke was getting closer to the path of salvation.
Luke put the acorn noodles away and continued walking towards the other poor people.
He saw a prostitute and waved to him, and Luke leaned over without changing his expression.
Luke went to see the prostitute with the ancient saying "destiny", and then revealed the latter's illness, which made the prostitute look surprised.
Finally, Luke dictated the prescription several times until the prostitute had written it down, and then he was ready to leave.
"...Pastor, pastor," the prostitute stopped him and asked cautiously: "Can a dirty person like me... go to heaven after death?"
Luke turned around and said calmly: "Of course."
"Really? Why, why? I don't understand..." the prostitute asked.
"The Lord is not a cold and indifferent Lord."
Luke said softly:
“But the Lord who hears your voice and my voice.
Miracles are everywhere, and the Lord’s salvation is heavenly salvation.
The Lord is not unaware of the suffering of the world,
Not to mention being indifferent to the cries of the world.
And what I do to you is what I do for the Lord, because that is what the Lord wants. "
The prostitute was stunned. She did not fully understand these words for a while.
And Luke said in a simple tone: "If I do good to you, you will do it for the Lord. If you do good to others, you will also do it for the Lord."
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After returning to the sea of clouds with thousands of pillars thousands of years ago, Chen Yi was surrounded by divinity all the time.
It has been a long time since God has had his feet on the ground. God’s Spirit has landed on the sea of clouds, far above the earth. He is not troubled by many things in the past.
As a result, Chen Yi often thinks about higher things.
He saw Lauren wondering. The prince who had lost his throne and his father was thinking hard about the meaning of God and the value of man.
Chen Yi was also thinking.
God is not immune to doubts, nor is He indifferent to everything.
Lauren was thinking, what is a person’s value to the Lord?
What God thinks about is exactly the opposite.
Chen Yi asked with her own humanity:
What does the Lord mean to people?
Heaven saves, and the world is what He wants to save, but what does salvation mean to the world?
Is it because of people’s prayers for blessing? Or does it lie in the hope and hope of the world after death? Or is it simply because of faith?
There may be many answers to this question, just like none of the leaves are the same.
However, everything has something in common.
The same is true for people who believe in the Lord.
For this reason, Chen Yi once saw the answer from divinity.
However, the answer obtained from divinity is so simple and clear, but it is not what God wants. Moreover, He prefers to get the answer from human nature.
Now God stands on a thousand pillars and a sea of clouds, and only human nature remains in the sky. He is no longer a human being with his feet on the ground.
"Lauren, Luke."
God saw Lauren, and God saw Luke, who was ever present in scholasticism, and all that the Blessed One knew about God was demonstrated by his words and deeds.
He felt that he could see the answer he wanted from one of them.
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