Not a Witch

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Among the spearmen in the middle of the uprising army, a young man named Kevin is also one of them. At this moment, he is standing in the array, his eyes are looking forward, the copper-colored heavy horse that kicks up the monstrous dust rapidly grows in the field of vision, the earth's The trembling sound, the roar of the officer, the collision of the gun barrel, the rapid gasping sound of his chest, at this moment of tension and fear, his mind was blank, and he just instinctively followed the movements of his comrades.

Before he could react, these rushing heavy armored knights had already collided with the spears in front of them. All of a sudden, the spears were directly broken, and there was a sour sound, and the soldiers in the first row were directly smashed into flesh. , the scattered blood flew high and fell on his face.

The blood fell from the eyebrows, smeared across the face, and flowed into the lips, the blood smelled of iron.

In just an instant, those familiar faces who trained together turned into bloody flesh and fell in front of him. He couldn't wait for him to feel any more sadness and fear. These terrifying cavalrymen had already pierced through the human wall composed of seven rows of long spears. At this time, he could even see the lines on the cavalry's armor on the opposite side.

"Go forward, Crancia!" his comrade-in-arms shouted, and the violent sound shook his ears for a short time.

"Go forward, Crancia!" Kevin also shouted loudly, a hoarse voice coming from his chest, venting his fear and fear.

They clenched their spears tightly and advanced instead of retreating. The symphony of gold and iron was boiling on the battlefield. The spears were broken, their bodies were knocked flying, and their bones were crushed by horse hooves.

For these Orichalcum cavalry, this is also a very shocking scene. Many of them have experienced wars with barbarians. Even those barbarians who are warlike and not afraid of death will panic and flee when they are reduced by 30%, and finally they are defeated. Like a mountain, they were chased and killed like sheep.

This time, however, the enemy was completely different. The Orichalcum cavalry smashed the head of a spearman with a lance. The white and red mixed together and splashed directly on the enemy behind. In previous battles, I saw such bloody nausea. In this scene, they should have broken up and begged for mercy.

But no, not only did the enemy in front of him not kneel down and beg for mercy, but everyone else did too. These enemies are not numb undead, they are still roaring and still advancing.

But even so, so what, they are not afraid of killing one, then kill three, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, until they are afraid of killing them, the orichan cavalry continue to advance.

"Danping the spear, move forward!"

The officers at the rear were still shouting for command, and the soldiers lined up neatly, one after another, with their spears moving forward like an endless wave, even if they crossed one floor, there was still another floor.

The inverted V-shaped formation is like a huge pocket, wrapping these oregano cavalry. Once the cavalry pierces its front and turns the horse's head, they will gain a wide space for running and accelerating. .Therefore, the warriors in the middle must defend this line of defense even if they are desperate, otherwise all sacrifices will be in vain.

Crancia, which means the land of the stars.Not an illusory and distant dream, the books handed down by the great sage Roland Hill realistically describe how this country was formed.From the independent election of the people, the structure of society, the composition and boundaries of national rights, to the obligations and welfare of each individual, it has been shown to everyone in detail and practically.

If you have never seen the light, it will not be surprising even if it is dark.

But that day, a light broke through the wall and shone into this dark and rotten corner. The fallen life saw the beautiful and magnificent scenery outside the window for the first time. The fragrance of flowers floated in from outside the house, so attractive, so admiring, so eager .

A seed germinates like this, and the impulse in my heart can no longer be tolerated, even if it is just a step forward, even if it is just a little bit closer, I want to see that bright world, I want to live in that country full of flowers, I want to break free from this. Heavy shackles for centuries.

"Go on, Clancy!"

A soldier of the uprising army struggled from the ground and grabbed the cavalry's hooves tightly. His legs were already broken, and he spit out blood and murmured.

The companion who saw this scene from the back couldn't help but blurred his eyes with tears, clenched the spear tightly, and strode forward, roaring loudly.

"Go on, Clancy!"

He will never stop, even if his head is bleeding, even if blood is spilled on the ground.Because, following the revelation of the great sage Roland Hill, that ideal country is already within sight.

"Go on, Clancy!"

The eyes of the insurgents on the battlefield were blood red. One by one, their former countrymen, friends, and relatives died in front of them, but they would never give up, and they would never kneel down to beg for mercy again, even if death pierced through the body like a sharp sword.

The fierce battlefield is like a grinding disc of flesh and blood, strangling life madly, and the coalition forces of the west wind and the rebels are also fighting together.

Layers of long spears, under the terrifying discipline, work together, interspersed and harvested one life after another. After the 20% reduction in the number of noble private soldiers, they all retreated and ran away. As soon as you hide in a place, you can come out and eat after the wind blows. After all, the nobles in any place need their experienced veterans.

The front of the west wind gradually disintegrated. After losing the support of the two flanks, the Orichalcum cavalry in the middle was gradually surrounded by the insurgents. They wanted to speed up their escape. Unfortunately, these brave warriors fought with them firmly, and they did not give it to them. Its any room to move acceleration.

The spear pierced, stabbing the cavalrymen from their horses, the sharp daggers were inserted through the gaps in the masks, and blood flowed out of the helmets.

After the war, the Duke of Yanbi's Orchid Legion was exhausted, leaving only a few war horses, wailing in the setting sun.

Chapter 64 A Quiet Life

In the setting sun, Pullman stood quietly on the hill, with dried blood still visible on his armor, a large sword stuck beside him, the blade had gaps in many places, and the hilt was wrapped around cloth strips. It was badly worn, and many of it had been dyed dark red.

In the wilderness near the setting sun, scattered weapons, broken gun barrels, burning flags, and twisted corpses formed a bleak picture.

The insurgents wearing white turbans searched one by one on the battlefield. If they found someone alive, they quickly lifted them up on stretchers and sent them to the medical point in the rear. A life is precious.

"Brother Pullman, have we won?" a young boy lying on a stretcher asked weakly, his upper body was covered with bandages, and one arm was shrugged.

"Yes, we won." Pullman held his other intact hand and sighed in his words.

"Okay.... that's good." The young man murmured to himself, looking at the blue-purple sky with his eyes.

"We are one step closer to our dream."

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Continental South, Vilga Business Alliance, Hopelander.

After Loren Hill finished dealing with the Chamber of Commerce, he had a rare moment of rest recently.

At this time, she was sitting alone in a small yard behind the mansion. The yard was not big, with a pear tree in the middle.

The small yard was very quiet, and I could hear the clear chirping of birds. Occasionally, a few flew down from the eaves and landed on the grass. They walked back and forth, pecking at them, and then flying away.

The girl was wearing a white dress, sitting on a wooden chair with a backrest, under the eaves in the courtyard, next to several standing stone pillars, and some green moss spread from the grass in the courtyard to the gaps between the steps.

At this moment, she was holding a small bamboo basket in her arms, and inside it was a small half basket of green pea pods.The fingernails pressed the corners of the pods, pinched and pulled apart a green fiber, and a few crystal and moist beans emerged from the pods, followed by the faint fragrance of plants.

Gently poking around with your fingers, a few green peas rolled into the palm of the white palm. The peas were placed in the porcelain bowl on the right, and the torn pods were placed in another bamboo basket on the ground on the left.

Roland Hill quietly peeled the bean pods, with a few strands of golden hair scattered on his chest. Occasionally, the wind blew over, the birds chirped and flew away in the wind, and the shadows of the pear branches and leaves swayed gently in the courtyard.

These days, it's been a maid serving her life. At first, it was a little new, but after a long time, she wanted to do something by herself.

While sitting on the wooden chair and peeling the pods, Loren Hill slowly recalled some past events. When she was a child, she would go to her grandmother's house to play every winter and summer vacation. Unlike her own home in the depressing city, her grandmother and grandfather lived there. in the mountains.

Whenever it rains, she can clearly hear the sound of raindrops hitting the blue tiles. She likes to live at her grandmother's house.Because no one here will urge her to study, and no one will stare at her fiercely every day.Grandma and grandpa liked her very much, and she didn't give her any restraints. She could do what she wanted.

Whether reading novels under the trees on the hillside, fishing by the river, roasting corn on the drying field, squatting in the field to dig peanuts, or hiding in the house to play games for a day.Grandma and grandpa would not talk about her, as long as she eats on time.

On summer nights, she would lie on a bamboo reclining chair and watch the stars and the moon in the sky, and her grandmother would tell some magical stories, such as savages eating children in the mountains and so on.

By the way, she has also seen fireflies. When she was 6 years old, fireflies were flying all over the mountains, twinkling.She once wanted to learn from the ancients to catch a few fireflies and put them in a transparent plastic bag, and then use it to read books at night.

It's a pity that the stories are all deceptive. The light of fireflies is too weak to see at all, unless hundreds of them gather together.

With the gradual increase of age and ignorance, there are fewer and fewer fireflies in the mountains, and I have never seen them again after the age of 10.

As the days went on, she liked to make some food by herself.

At first it was just roasted sweet potatoes, roasted peanuts, roasted corn, roasted potatoes, etc.

Later, I learned to use the crucian carp caught in the pond to make soup. At that time, she was not very good at chopping vegetables. My grandma was afraid that she would cut it with her hands, so she would not let her touch the knife, so the fish was handled by my grandfather first, and she was next to her. Looking at her, there is a tabby cat from her hometown who is squatting with her.

Don't let it cut and fry, so let's cook something. Boiled corn is really delicious, and potatoes are also good. Occasionally, cooking beans makes her feel that this is also very good.

As the peas were slowly peeled, the thoughts slowly retracted.

The originally empty porcelain bowl slowly accumulated from the first few peas, gradually increasing little by little, and finally filled the white porcelain bowl. The girl looked at it, and a faint sense of satisfaction came to her heart.

She held the white porcelain bowl full of peas in her hands and went to the small kitchen next to her.This was a small room she had Chelsea tidied up specifically, and only she would cook some food here.

The emerald green beans are poured into a pottery pot, and then a spoonful of clear water is scooped out of the water tank, poured into it, rubbed gently, and then the fingers are rotated and stirred in the pottery pot, creating a small vortex.At this time, the fingers stopped, and then they spun in the opposite direction mischievously, setting off bursts of clear waves.

After going back and forth for a few times, tilt the pot and hold the round beans inside with one hand like a small dam, and slowly let the water drain out.

With the rubbing of the flint, a few dry grasses were lit, a deep earthen pot was put on, clear water was poured, then the peeled beans, the pot was covered, and a few firewood was added again, the flame Slowly rising from the dead branches, licking the bottom of the pot.

Roland Hill brought a chair and sat quietly beside the fireplace. The sound of crackling firewood came, and the orange flames reflected in her pupils, and she was a little stunned.

When people are alone, they will think and think about many things, the present, the past, and the future.

It's been a long time since she came to this world. Without her past relatives, friends and familiar faces, she is no longer bound by any constraints, and what kind of road will she embark on in the future.

It is not the same as the history recorded in later generations and the inferences of experts, the great sage who has sent ten stars and saved the world from the brink of shattering ten times - Loren Hill, in the third era, in 1684, the iron spear stepped At the age of [-], she didn't have any ambition yet. At this time, she was just thinking about living a quiet and simple life, nothing more than an ordinary life.

Chapter 65 Planning begins

At night, the soft sea breeze rolls up the curtains and then falls again. Through the high windows, you can see the lights of thousands of homes in Hopeland, and the chirping of insects is heard from time to time in the courtyard.

Loren Hill sat at the desk, reading some letters from the branch by the bright candlelight.

The papyrus was rough and thick to the touch, and the black writing was very clear under the orange candlelight.

Dear Miss Lacey:

Down below is Lucas from the West Wind North Branch, here to report something to you.In recent months, a large-scale uprising of miners and peasants broke out in the northern Ned County. These miners refused to pay heavy taxes and ore, and broke through many warehouses in the county and obtained a lot of steel and other metals. Organize and build weapons and armor to arm yourself.

One thing I need to highlight is that they are very organized, or very disciplined, and there must be a group of well-educated people leading them.This group of people maintained good local order immediately after independence, and many of our stores in the county were not looted or damaged.

After the incident, the Duke of Rock Wall in the north began to gather vassals and other nobles in the castle, and finally formed a coalition force of nearly 12 to go to suppress it. When I wrote this letter, the two sides had already carried out in the Chi desert wilderness three days ago. decisive battle.The independent army did not avoid the war. They defeated the coalition army led by the Duke of Yanbi on the frontal battlefield. The elite army [Orichal Sheep] was wiped out. He was caught yesterday because his skin was too pale and his hands were not calloused from labor. Maybe he would be better dressed as a businessman.

Now the independent army is preparing to close the city for investigation. It is said that they want to settle the crimes committed by the nobles and merchants before. Although our branch has not violated the laws of the West Wind, it is also closely monitored. This letter was written by me in the middle of the night. It was spread by the letter bird of the Chamber of Commerce.I can't predict what will happen in the future. If something goes wrong, I implore the eldest lady to give some care to my family, who live in Sequoia County in Verga.

Finally, from the occasional talk of the independent army, their leader is named Pullman, who claims to have received the teaching and inspiration of a great sage, and will build an ideal country on the mainland. If it was before, I would only laugh at them. However, through the observation these days, my concept is a little shaken. It is really possible for them to replace Xifeng in a few years. I hope that the upper management of the chamber of commerce will pay attention to this matter and make preparations early.

1684, the night of August 8

Lucas, in Gravel City

The corners of the letter were a little wet, and it seemed that the letterbirds had been drenched in the rain on the road. In addition, there were a few words written hastily on the back of the letter.

"The great sage's name is Roland Hill, and no one has seen his appearance."

The girl watched it several times, and her mood was a bit complicated, with surprise, sigh, joy, worry, anxiety and other emotions surrounding her.

Who would have thought that a small branch that was planted at random back then turned into a towering tree, or the kind that shocked the world.

Mino Feather Eagle, who delivered the letter, stood on the special stand of the desk, motionless, staring at the girl.This kind of creature has the strength of Sequence 1, and the branch of Karites has one. Generally, only emergencies will let it send letters. It flies very high, and ordinary people cannot stop it.

The girl slowly stroked the letter with her hand. After a long time, her mood gradually calmed down. She looked up at the Minoyu Eagle, which had not yet flown away, and remembered that she had not given it a 'reward', so she rang the bell and let the door open. The maid outside prepares a delicious meal for this little guy.

Now that Pullman has come this far, it is impossible for him to turn back. Should he help him or not?

Since she imparted this knowledge to Pullman, she naturally couldn't just sit back and ignore it, she definitely wanted to help.

Help, to what extent?Just some verbal advice, or to help him plan, or to devote himself to this great cause.

Just verbal advice makes the girl feel a little irresponsible. If she is fully committed, she is not ready for this, ready to participate in the huge vortex of this era, this violent eye of the storm.

She thinks that she is not that strong and firm yet. The power here includes strength, character, consciousness and so on.

Let's not meet Pullman for the time being. Thinking back to this former teenager, Roland Hill maliciously speculated that this guy would hold her and not let her go as soon as they met, and then it would be difficult to shirk.

However, she would still give Pullman some help secretly, and would write to him when necessary to solve and answer some of his questions.

When the girl was thinking, her hair twirled and twisted and twisted on her hands.