After three rounds of wine, the two people also drink more and more feeling, began to chat about the old things in their hometown.
Caesar know that Uncle York was thinking of his two sons, and his words were all about teaching Caesar the behavioral attitude of doing things. Like a father teaching his children.
Caesar was also touched by this friendship of Uncle York, and frequently made himself a toast to him as a junior.
For Uncle York's two sons, Caesar also had an impression. When Caesar first joined the army, York's oldest son inherited Uncle York's blacksmith store, and his youngest son was still a small boy doing odd jobs in the blacksmith store.
But it was this little fellow who built Caesar's first weapon, a short dagger.
The short dagger had no wooden hilt hand, only a strip of rough linen wrapped around the end of the blade as a hilt, and the short dagger was so small and thin that it had been hidden in his boot.
This short dagger also has a story.
When he secretly came to join the army at the age of 14, he only brought this short dagger with him, when a half-grown boy with a palm-sized dagger came to join the army, it became the laughing point and the talk of the Iron Mine Town Training Camp after meals.
Originally he could not join the army without the introduction of relatives, but Caesar grew up in the town of iron mine mixed face, then the town military battalion of the second squad captain York recognized the small Caesar, this former blacksmith met the small Caesar, in fact, in the town, plus the affiliated villages also owns just over a thousand people.
The number of people is not large, they usually see each other. In addition to half of the women, as well as the remaining half of the old and weak, can join the army of the young and strong is only so two or three hundred, who can join the army and who will go to join the army everyone has a clear idea.
And Caesar's short dagger, which had been built by his son, Little York, was instantly recognizable to him.
Caesar's parents didn't know when Caesar sneaked in to join the army. The only one who knew was his sister.
On that hot night, Caesar sneaked out of bed, took his linen clothes, and left their thatched hut in his straw shoes. Perhaps his big sister knew her brother, or perhaps the furtive Caesar had awakened her sister, and when Caesar had just left a short distance away, in the night, his sister Leah chased after him, and caught up with Caesar.
She knew in her heart why this brother of hers had to sneak away, he was going to earn money to do something for the family, he was going to join the army!
In order to keep his family from starving to death in the drought, and to keep herself from being sold to traders, her own little brother decides to sneak off to joining the army, despite their parents' disapproval.
Once he was accepted into the army, he couldn't leave without authorization! Unless as a deserter, which is impossible, his family is still here.
Therefore, even if the parents know afterward, they can only accept this reality, and the younger brother enlisted in the army and went to the front line will be able to have a military salary, the father is too old and in poor health, can not respond to the baron's call to enlist, only the younger brother's age is just in line with the younger brother for the sake of this family, the younger brother decided to use his life to fight.
Looking at this brother who was full of stubbornness, Caesar's sister Leah couldn't stop cry.
She cried tears that soaked the slim girl's face.
Fourteen-year-old Caesar has a drive and a mean streak; He's not afraid of anything and can put up with anything, except not seeing his sister cry.
He loved his sister more than he loved himself.
Under Caesar's comfort and persuasion, Leah gradually stopped crying, but the tearstains at the corners of her eyes made this malnourished, skinny girl even more tender. She looked at her brother, rummaged through every corner of her body, and took out more than 20 copper bucs, which was all the money Leah had, and she said to Caesar in a daze, come back alive!
Caesar took the 20 or so copper bucs his sister had given him and traveled through the night to reach the town of Iron Mine in the early morning.
He used this only money to go to the blacksmith's store in the town of Iron Mine, hoping to create a smooth weapon, however, at that time the owner of the blacksmith's store, who was also Uncle York's oldest son, informed that this amount of money couldn't even afford to buy a sword hilt.
Just as Caesar left the smithy in disappointment, a kid his own size rushed out of the smithy, either in sympathy or wanting to make some extra money, and said to Caesar, "20 Copper Bucks, and I'll use the leftover Copper and Iron ore from the hoeing tool to make you a dagger, deal?" He then pointed to two or three unassuming stones in front of the smithy.
Caesar looked at the pile of tawny and reddish stones smaller than a fist, after some agonizing, can only helplessly agree, after all, the situation of the barracks he does not know, must have a handful of tools, otherwise to join the army to do? As cannon fodder?
So Caesar had his first weapon of his own, a short dagger with no sheath or hilt.
Carrying the short dagger, not much bigger than the palm of his hand, Caesar enlisted in the army with just enough to make the age line.
The next day Caesar's parents hurriedly brought his sister to town, and looking at the training of Caesar in the barracks along with the crowd, the old Caesar couple could only accept this reality with a long tearful sigh.
It was also the sadness of the poor commoners, whose manpower was of little use in the event of a natural disaster, let alone the family, who had been commoners for generations, and who had left Caesar with three great big humble cakes.
Caesar knew that it was made by his parents with all the food left in the house ... For the next six months, they might just have to go and eat tree bark.
Cæsar's sister, unwrapping the linen cloth that wrapped her long hair, gave it to Cæsar, still saying to him "Come back alive!"
In the evening, Caesar's sister assisted her parents, who had aged considerably during the day, toward the road back to Maple Leaf Village.
Caesar clutched the still hair-scented linen in his hand and put it away carefully, as he prepared to wrap it around the short dagger so that it would carry his sister's love for him and fight with him.
Looking at the backs of his parents and sister as they left, Caesar vowed to come back alive. From then on, Caesar began his two-month training life in the military camp.
He was on the training ground desperately training along with his captain, his age was both his disadvantage and his advantage, he replied faster than the average adult.
It was also at that time that he discovered that his neighbor Little Tom, with whom he had been playing, had also enlisted in the army, but he had done so for food. After two months of training, Caesar and the others went off to war.
This short dagger is a true reflection of Caesar when he first joined the army, young and sharp, young and energetic full of potential.
Caesar's short dagger has seen Caesar's brushes between life and death time and time again, and he used it to kill his first enemy after his army-issued inferior iron sword broke in his first fight.
A 14 or 5 year old servant soldier of the Kingdom of Shiloh about the same age as himself, Caesar threw up for a whole day after that battle. After that battle, however, Caesar captured a lance of equally poor quality and a pair of short boots.
In later battle after battle, Caesar's weapons were broken and replaced, and replaced and broken again, until they became the equipment they are today, yet his short dagger did not break, perhaps because he took good care of it, or perhaps because of the great skill of York's youngest son, who grew up with him.
Now the linen wrapped around the hilt had faded from its former color to blood red, his blood as well as that of his enemies, and from time to time Caesar took out his own short dagger and examined it, and out of the roll of rough linen it was as if Caesar smelled the scent of his sister's hair again.
The ale reminded Uncle York of his son, and Caesar of the origin of his short dagger, of his sister, and of his parents.
The two had glass after glass, and the second bottle bottomed out immediately. The ale at the Green Palm Tavern had an average flavor, but it had some aftertaste, and two bottles of ale didn't get the two drunk, but it did make them sentimental.
After drinking the last of the ale Uncle York suggested leaving, it was indeed getting late, almost dinner time, the Green Palm Tavern didn't serve dinner, and they still had to get back to camp, Uncle York even more so had to go back to the center tent to dine with the Baron and the others, and Caesar and the others would have their nightly check of the camp patrols.
"Uncle, let's go." Caesar said as he got up and helped Uncle York pick up his civilian clothes.
After walking out of the private room, the mood of the two men is still dull because of homesickness, York is worthy of the old oil, quickly adjusted the mood, but also and Caesar opened a not too small joke to liven up the atmosphere "you kid are 18, will not still be a virgin, I see this bar boss lady is good," said also on Caesar squeezed a smile eyes.
"Uncle, you must stop joking, can she like me? Isn't that husband of hers quite capable, and he can even pass words with the baron."Caesar laughed at the joke as well, the sadness washing away quite a bit; he didn't know much about the barkeep, but a man who could see the big picture early on wasn't a simple man to think of.
"Hey, an opportunist, just a clown. The Baron can look him in the eye?" Uncle York obviously knew the barkeep better than that, and that opinion should be more than just his.
Ay, a poor fellow. Caesar sighed in his heart to this bar owner whom he had never met. It seems that the battalion's higher-ups aren't looking at this guy who defected early.
Then Caesar remembered the sultry boss's wife, and, perhaps under the influence of the alcohol, there was a sudden fire in his heart.
It's true that Caesar wasn't much of a virgin; the year after he joined the army, he was promoted to private third class after coming back from the dead in one of the larger battles.
At that time every month in addition to send money to the family Caesar also saved some spare money, it was during that time, he was encouraged by his comrades, went to the quartermaster battalion's there to solve his first time. Perhaps the heart is still a child's sake, he is most interested in women older than himself.
Of course he would never admit that he had this episode. In fact, Caesar subconsciously thought that the most beautiful woman he had ever met was his sister, but every time he had that thought, he forced himself to calm down and slapped himself.