Chapter 519 This is Castel
If Castel does not welcome them, then they should just leave. Grisha is already a warrior, not a weak child, and the resistance will never give up resistance.
The tiny hands opened the carton, and Grisha's eyes suddenly widened.
It was a box of yellow bars and some diamond-shaped blocks. Grisha didn't know what it was, but his nose gave him the answer.
“It smells so good.”
Grisha pinched one out with his fingertips and held it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully. It was golden in color, and the tip was slightly burnt at the edge. The aroma of fried food mixed with oil instantly filled his nostrils, and Grisha swallowed.
He looked at the expeditionary force in front of him hesitantly. No one was paying attention here. He gritted his teeth, stuffed the long strip into his mouth and chewed it slowly.
After a moment, his hands began to tremble and two lines of tears rolled down.
The charred French fries were crispy on the outside, but soft mashed potatoes were inside when bitten into. The aroma of fried food instantly rushed from his mouth to his mind.
There is no oil produced in the North, and Grisha's family is just a poor hunter. Many people have never eaten fried food in their lives.
This was a delicacy that had never appeared in his dreams.
Grisha turned the box over and saw a line of words printed on it in exaggerated fonts, and a girl's smiling expression drawn on it.
Grisha was illiterate, but he memorized the girl's appearance deeply in his mind.
"Grisha? What's wrong with you? Is someone bullying you outside? Don't be afraid, Uncle Wood will help you beat them up!"
"Yes, Grisha, why are you crying? Boys can't cry!"
Grisha wiped his eyes in panic, then he noticed that everyone in the car was looking at him with concern.
"I, I'm fine, it's fine outside, Castel is fine"
Uncle Wood was relieved to see that he was alright, and then he started to speak loudly again: "Grisha, what's it like outside?"
Halfway through his words, his tone suddenly became cautious. Grisha looked up and found that this usually carefree man was actually a little scared.
He didn't frown when the bullet was dug out of his leg, but he became cautious when talking about the outside world which was only separated by a carriage.
Grisha raised his head and found that everyone around him was in the same state. Some avoided his gaze, some pretended to be calm, and some turned their heads but listened with their ears perked up.
Castel is the common dream of the resistance, the only starlight in every difficult night, and the fire and light far ahead.
Gwen had told them about Castel many times, and they had also told them about Castel many times. Who had not dreamed of that beautiful country, the second home of the people in the North?
But it was too beautiful, and when it really came before my eyes, I began to fear that it was just a fragile dream, like a soap bubble in the sun, and when I opened my eyes I found myself in another hell.
Faced with the people's fiery gazes, Grisha was suddenly stuck. He stretched out his hands and gestured to describe everything he saw, but he didn't know where to start.
He was just a kid, and after thinking about it he decided to solve the problem in a kid's way.
He reached into the box, took out French fries and fried fish, and distributed them to everyone carefully.
"Hey, don't feed these fried foods to the wounded casually. They are hard to digest." A young expeditionary soldier at the door opened his eyes wide and was about to say something when his comrade next to him patted him on the shoulder and pulled him out.
Grisha limped and distributed the contents of the box to everyone. The resistance fighters looked at the contents in their hands with some surprise.
There was no doubt that it was food, the nose never lied, and they caught a glimpse of what Grisha had just eaten.
People stuffed their French fries and fried fish into their mouths, and then the carriage became quiet.
Grisha said solemnly to the resistance army with a stern face:
"This is Castel."
No one questioned, no one refuted, the people in the carriage just accepted Grisha's unusual "introduction" and they just savored the delicious taste in their mouths. Unconsciously, people's expressions relaxed and smiles began to appear on their faces.
They couldn't explain what was going on, but they felt inexplicably relieved.
This is indeed the home they have been searching for, the holy land they often dream of.
Unfortunately, they did not have time to savor the moment for too long, as the doctors and nurses who came to pick them up had already arrived. They were either helped or carried out of the carriage, and many of them shed tears as they looked at the towering concrete jungle outside.
They shouted Castel's name and refused to change their words no matter how others said that this was a bloody port.
Grisha was helped out of the carriage. He looked at the people waving at him, looked at the bright sunshine, and took a deep breath of the sea breeze.
Warm and humid, without the biting cold of the north.
He smiled too.
A carefree smile that only children can have.
Hughes looked at the jubilant platform, with a look of relief on his face.
Their efforts over the past six months had not been in vain after all. They were able to successfully rescue these resistance forces, and this expedition to the North had completed half of its mission.
As for the other half, of course, it is to bring Bazel back to Castel for trial.
Xiu Si was not worried about this. The North was indeed not small, but as long as the train passed through, there would be no place that could not be reached.
"How is it in the North now?"
"There's a lot of good news, sir." Behind him was Hodge, a man who was standing respectfully aside at the moment, occasionally glancing out the window and sweeping his eyes through the resistance soldiers who were getting off the bus, his eyes full of emotion.
He was originally from the Rhineland, but was exiled to Castelsar by mistake. He had only planned to stay here temporarily and return to the Rhineland in the future, but he didn't expect to stay here for a long time.
He knew too well how those people outside felt.
He was in the same situation when he came to Castres. He was worried and terrified, fearing that this was a desolate and barren land that would ruin the rest of his life.
But when he saw the tall factory building and the clean and tidy assembly lines, many things changed quietly.
These poor people from the North will also fall in love with this land. It is a magical land with the most precious treasure in the world - hope.
Hodge is willing to use all the beautiful words to describe the greatness of Castel, and is willing to shed his last drop of blood for it.
He was a slave who exchanged his life for money, not much better than the coal in the boiler, but Castel gave meaning to his weed-like life.
Even having enough food to eat was a luxury for him, so he never thought that a humble character like himself could have hope.
Looking at the people outside, Hodge couldn't help but smile.
These refugees will also have hope.
(End of this chapter)
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