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　　 June 5, 2093.

　　 Last night, Lu and Su slept peacefully and did not switch their bodies back. Therefore, during the game time, Lu Zhengkang was still on the back of Yaktiq's horse.

　　Although it was still the same time, Lu Zhengkang's mood was very different. Think about the last few months when I was here, I was struggling to climb science and technology, the progress was slow, and the speed of development was as fast as a turtle crawling with ants. This time I have already set the footsteps of magic science, and wait for myself to set the wizard's pattern. Reversed with the enchanting array several times, and added some private goods learned in the system. That was the day when his deer turned into a generation of alchemy and enchanting masters.

　　 Enchanting formation map is not enough. For the time being, it can only be used to upgrade the infrastructure of the Hound Mountain Flying Face Fort. The wizard spell pattern is great. With alchemy, it can directly turn the Guardian into a superman.

　　 The escorts never expected that their pope had already worked out a plan in his mind with only a dazed effort to turn these sergeants into complete tool men.

　　 drove the slaves slowly toward the Hound Mountain. These preparatory hard laborers and holy city residents who were scared by the **** army, tied a hand with a rope, could string a large string. There were more than a thousand people, and no one actually resisted, and no one fled. Every time there was a commotion, they didn’t wait for the sergeants of the Guardian to suppress them, and there were older prisoners to comfort everyone. In this way, so many days of travel did not take place. What's wrong.

　　Something like people is no different from sheep.

　　 The **** army carried a lot of food and grass. People can eat horses and chew for half a year, but there must be a huge gap in the distribution of more than 1,000 prisoners, so they are hunting down some **** wild animals.

Usually a rabbit is chopped up and added ten kilograms of water, and when the stew is cooked, a handful of rice grabbed from the village of the captives is sprinkled, and a handful of scoured salt is constantly added to the pot when it is divided. It is just a pot of water. Meat porridge can be divided into nearly a hundred bowls, which is called taking it for the people and using it for the people.

　　 The guards ate three meals a day, and the captives two meals a day. It depends on whether there are wild animals on the way today, otherwise they might be able to drink a bowl of gruel at night.

　　 When the **** army looted the population, it threw the old, the weak and the disabled to fend for themselves in the local area. The remaining youth and juveniles were not spared, and they were all taken away with the army.

Every time a fire is built, the captives will give the first few pots of soup to children, pregnant women and hunger. This part of the soup is at least thicker, which can more or less make up for the loss of the long march, and the latter half of the soup In fact, it is not very different from hot water. No matter how strong people are, they can’t stand a month of clear soup and water, not to mention the cold winter, the cold and biting cold, the slaves’ figures quickly become thinner. At first glance, there are many skinny people in the team.

　　 For such a tragic situation, Lu Zhengkang has no pity, how can he make the prisoners eat and drink enough? Isn't that to rebel? If you are full of energy and energetic, if you are energetic, you will be active.

Lu Zhengkang greeted the priest of Norton, "Look at this journey. You will be able to return to the Hound Mountain tomorrow at noon. There is still one day away. Tonight, you have enough food to reward the sergeants. Secondly, you can also eat for those unbelievers. Half full, don’t fall on the night before going home."

　　 Priest Norton nodded as he should, and when he turned around, he spread the news. The escorts laughed for a while, and the group of prisoners was notified, but there was only silence.

The older, prestigious slaves looked around, looked at their bewildered companions, and smiled, "Look, I said it a long time ago, the hard days will pass, and it will be fine to live in a new territory. At that time we will have enough food to eat, and houses, just like before."

　　 "Are you going home?"

The children looked up at their parents, their hands were also tied up. Because of their height difference, they were always hung up and held up halfway. Many of the children’s arms had become purple, their wrists were worn out, and the hemp rope was dyed. It was **** and the constant pain made them extremely scared. Now when they asked such words, there seemed to be light flashing in their eyes. The parents hugged the children tightly, gently stroked their dry hair, and whispered. : "Yes, it will be here soon."

I don’t know who laughed first. Soon, the laughter spread out like water waves. For a while, some of the captives cried, some yelled, the youth stood blankly, the children were cheerful, innocent, and older men and women. Carefully observe the blue-armored knights not far away. These cruel and crazy religious warriors are now relaxed and galloping, cheering back and forth.

That night, in the Peiquan Plain, less than ten miles away from Hound Mountain, the **** army set up a stove. Lu Zhengkang asked the sergeants to clear an open space and light up huge bonfires. The captives were sitting around the fire. I came over to scoop the dinner with a soup bucket and wooden spoon. This meal was full of weight. The thick rice milk floated with minced meat and oil stars. Although it was still bland, in the eyes of these suffering people, it was already a rare delicacy.

　　 The sergeants comforted the captives: "When you arrive in the holy city, you will have the sacrament. The noodles are very generous."

Lu Zhengkang stood on a riverside terrace overlooking the four fields. Looking north, the black rocky mountains and peaks are clustered, stretching from west to east, looking endless, and the horizon is slightly concave in the arc, slightly like a crescent. Enclose this beautiful and graceful alluvial plain.

　　 Familiar stars in the sky, a sour Milky Way lay across, and the cold stars and moons made the night sky blue with sparse clouds drifting, and a little hazy white remained in the western sky, but it made the night darker and darker.

With his bright eyes, Lu Zhengkang could not see through the cold, slightly undulating wasteland after sunset, the triangular pile of black firewood burning orange sparks, like fungus after rain, attached to the surface of the wood, in the air Floating and wagging in the middle, like water chestnut, the fine light seemed to have a warm aroma, enveloping a charming warm circle seven or eight feet outside the campfire, and the captives circled the border of light and shadow with the rope on their wrists. .

　　 Everyone's face was shrouded in a mask-like red light, and their faces were no longer distinct. It seemed that at this moment, the memory had melted.

　　 The cold wind blows from Shino lowly ~www.readwn.com~Lu Zhengkang heard the breathing sounds of the guardians and the slaves when they were dining, and the night star brightened up, as if the sky was slightly lowered.

　　 The Norton priest came gently behind Lu Zhengkang, and took the wool felt specially provided by the court of Totin to give the pope around the shoulders of the battle armor.

　　 "Mianxia, ​​rest early."

Lu Zhengkang turned his head and looked at Norton. This Yardimo man, who is one and a half taller than him, has a rare dark green iris. In this misty night, the dark blue sky, the curly low hair hanging down, his sunken eye sockets There is a bright light in it, this is a heart that is not confused, a person with a goal who has been infected by the Fei Mianjiao, baptized by war, and grasped by the future of power.

　　 There are many such people, and more and more.

　　From a realistic point of view, interest is a direct measure of right and wrong. The existence of the Flying Pope is a banner for gathering wealth, while Lu Zhengkang has a complex sentiment towards these chaotic individuals gathered under his banner.

　　 "Norton, do you think you have feelings?"

　　 "...under the crown, your will is my mind."

　　 Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "It's too real, you, and you..." The truth is so real that my sympathy hurts inadvertently.

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