Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

Introduction: The so-called brave man exists to fulfill the requests of others.

Since the events of "Arrival", break into the world with the outlanders who call themselves players.Churches and unbelievers are maddening, while the war between the two poles is raging, and the forgotten aliens are also unwilling to break into people's vision...

However, all this has nothing to do with her.

If possible, heroes who are no longer needed, just want to write something and complete a story...

However, there is a problem, girls are not good at writing, and they are not good at writing things that they have not experienced.

In order to complete that story, she decided to bid farewell to the ordinary retired life, choose to make troubles, and add various crisis (crossed out) colors to everyone's boring daily life.

What, have an opinion?

This is disloyalty!

The train king is passionate about attracting monsters online, let's find out, your home is gone.

That's it. )

Chapter 68 Chapter 68

At dawn, the fog was thick, and the gates of Winchester City were opened wide. The warriors of the recruiting team came out of the fog screaming wildly, whipping their horsewhips.

The sound of horseshoes was dense and the voice was crazy, as if a ghost had been released from hell.

The beggars in the city knelt in the mud of the shallow pit, narrowly avoiding the galloping horses, and half of their bodies fell into the mud pit. The dark water stained their bodies and gave off the smell of rotting fallen leaves.

Everyone kneeling on the ground raised their heads and looked at the recruiting team going out, their accusing eyes burst out with astonishing resentment!

The recruiting team had already emptied the food reserves of the people in the city, but they were still not satisfied. They were devouring what they had last day by day.

There is no money left, and the food stock is not enough for one day. The horses and carriages are forcibly confiscated, even the clothes are ripped off, and the houses are occupied.

Today, they finally gave up on the city and set their sights on the villages outside the city.

The simple wooden houses built by the river are facing the impact of malice and desire.

Until the end, they took everything away.

The simple single-person wooden house was dismantled and charred black.

The torn fishing net hangs on the dry tree, dancing with the wind.

A dozen or so peasants got up from the mud pile in the field and stared at the samurai going away with blank eyes.

The field was trampled to pieces by horseshoes, and the winter wheat that had just been sown in autumn was inside, but now there were only muddy puddles, soft and dark.

Several rotting logs floated down from the upper reaches of the river, which was the direction the collection party had come from.

The family members wept in the fields, weeping sadly and hoarsely, but no one could hear them.

Many people were desperate and couldn't help but staggered to the river, planning to finish it off.

But I didn't want to see just now, those drifting logs were piled downstream.

Rubbing his eyes, Ding Qing saw that there were several pale and swollen corpses.

Some farmers recognized these "logs".

Because they, like themselves, are just honest farmers who settled by the river...

Can't help looking at the gloomy sky, feeling sad for the death of the rabbit and the fox, then jumped into the icy river, joined the "logs", and flowed to the downstream village together.

Crows are circling under the gray sky, this is their feast.

And similarly, there is also a feast held in the city at this moment, but everything is completely different from it.

On the long sandalwood table, with crimson gauze, a beautiful female slave came with her waist twisted, and served the most exquisite dishes in an extremely elegant posture.

Tuna from the Black Sea, dates from Egypt, peacocks from Samos, grouse from Philigia, lamb from Ambrazia...

These expensive ingredients are sprinkled with spices, smeared with honey, and baked to a dazzling oily sheen, exuding a seductive atmosphere.

Hot mead and ice wine were passed around during the banquet, and the distinguished guests in gorgeous clothes joked while passing the wine.

Next to it are musicians and dancers, playing music enthusiastically and dancing gracefully.

The sound of piano, music, singing and laughter are intertwined, as if this place is heaven.

"Lord Neos is here!"

The door was suddenly opened, and the waiter shouted the name of the guest.

Shocking cheers resounded in the hall, and the gorgeously dressed nobles and wealthy businessmen shouted Neos' name with crazy and excited expressions.

"Welcome Lord Neos!"

Almost everyone went forward to greet him. They surrounded Neos, their hands were full of oil, and they went up to shake his hand. Everyone had flattering smiles on their faces.

Neos maintained a fake smile and interacted with everyone who came forward to say hello.

In the end, the white-headed, bald-headed, and fat man drove away the wealthy businessmen who didn't pay attention, and escorted Neos to the end of the hall.

"Lord Neos, thanks to you, we can survive this winter!" The fat man nodded and bowed.

"Yeah, in just these two days, I have bought a lot of slaves at an almost unimaginably low price. When spring starts tomorrow, I can sell them to Rome at a high price."

Baitou smiled happily: "If you want, my lord, I can send some good ones to your house."

This is the last time that the people who have been expropriated have nothing to do with expropriation, and can only sell their bodies in the end.

Therefore, among this group of aristocratic and wealthy businessmen, those who do money lending and slave business are the most popular.

But the rest of the merchants are not in a hurry, because their days of collecting money are coming.

Just waiting for those farmers who borrowed loans and sold their daughters and wives to buy the grain they sold at a high price for the winter...

"As far as I know, Lord Neos seems to be just a slave." The bald man interjected.

Baitou was dissatisfied immediately: "How can that be done! As an adult, there must be more than ten or twenty slaves!"

"Besides, I think your lord's mansion is too narrow and not worthy of your status. Why don't I make my own claim and give my mansion next to the temple to you?" Baldhead laughed.

Neos maintained a half-smile expression, looked at the group of people, and raised his hand: "Forget it, if you have this leisure, you'd better think about how to please Her Lady Queen."

"Yes, long live Her Majesty the Queen!"

"God save the queen!"

Everyone agrees.

Indeed, with the new queen in office, countless opportunities to make money are yet to come.

In the first half of the year, the farmers will have surplus food, and Her Majesty the Queen, just like today, will make another clever trick to get them to take the lead in donating.

So this sickle is not used to harvest grain, but the sickle is used to cut leeks!

The hall was so lively that everyone was laughing, and the atmosphere was full of joy.

Although the fat man didn't like this kind of social atmosphere, he couldn't help but put a smile on his chubby face, his eyes narrowed as if he couldn't see it.

Until he glanced at Neos, his smile froze.

Because he found that Neos looked at them, the gentry, in exactly the same way that the gentry looked at those peasants.

Neos realized that someone was watching him, turned his head, and looked at the fat man.

He smiled silently, and after taking a sip of the mead, he raised his hands high.

Fatty is stupid.

What is this for, some kind of weird salute?

The next second, he knew.

The door of the banquet hall was slammed open, the slaves who guarded the door were violently pushed down, and warriors rushed in in groups, holding swords and threatening.

"What are you doing! What do you want to do!" the bald man roared.

"Get out of here, samurai!" Whitehead yelled.

"This is not a place for you to collect food!"

"Your Master Neos is still here!"

Hearing this name, the warriors froze for a moment. After looking at each other, they all nodded to Turner.

Turner stood among the warriors and stepped out slowly.

The merchants got out of the way and looked at Neos with hope, hoping that he could back them up and uphold justice.

The fat man was also staring at him during this period, trying his best to find clues.

Turner came to Neos, and the two looked at each other for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Lord Neos, this is the queen's order, you should know it better than anyone else!"

"Those who oppress the people, die!"

The samurai spoke words that made all the rich merchants despair. After speaking, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Neos' shoulder with his thick and powerful hands, and took him out of the house forcefully.

Then, the fat man saw that Neos raised the corner of his mouth secretly, and his face was frightened for a moment.

That calmness, that elegance is lost in a second.

"No, you can't do this!"

anger!despair!

His expression moved countless people present.

But the samurai's arms were like iron tongs, locking him firmly.

Neos struggled frantically and roared, "Let me go! I have done merit for Celtic, and I have shed blood for the queen! You can't do this!"

Gradually, his expression softened a bit, and the rich businessmen actually choked up when they saw this man, but they were still hysterical.

"I want to see the queen! I want to see the queen!"

Before he could finish speaking, Turner had already led him out of the gate without a trace.

In the hall, there was deathly silence.

The nobles and wealthy businessmen looked at each other, then at the warriors gradually surrounding them, and swallowed subconsciously.