Chapter 1

"Please always be skeptical, because what is recorded in words is not necessarily true."

- said Brad Reid, an ancient sage.

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there is no cloud in the white blue sky. The great and sacred Lord of light, the source of life, is also the supreme and only God, the Lord of gods. The golden body is hanging in the sky, and the blazing light is burning the earth happily.

The small square made of sand and stone was scalded by the sun. A heat wave rose from the ground, and the air twisted and danced. All the scenes in front of us were twisted and danced.

In the north of the small square, under the long barracks of wood and stone structure and two floors above and below, dozens of sweating artillery soldiers, barehanded, conscientiously wiped more than a dozen well maintained field guns.

The massive wall made of stones protected the huge barracks. Outside the gate to the south, there were more than 200 Musketeers and a considerable number of auxiliary soldiers. Wearing iron gray summer hemp uniforms, the old man was surrounded by an open space.

On the left side of the gate of the camp, under a huge old oak tree, his upper body was also exposed. Gorkin, covered with sweat, sat on a big stone, biting his teeth hard. His lean cheek had bulging muscles and muscles, and he looked at the small square table in front of him.

On the square table, there is a piece of white paper, which is a military letter paper uniformly made by the Imperial military headquarters. It is of excellent quality, white, sharp and textured.

On the top of the white paper, there is a nine headed serpent's shield badge representing the imperial army. Under the military emblem, there is a line of small iron gray characters - "caliber is truth, range is justice"!

A few lines of scribbled black handwriting are deeply embedded in the writing paper. The writer's force is so great that there are shallow marks on the square table under the writing paper.

"Dear mother, dear father: '

" half a month ago, we left the Shiva Valley, and now I am leading a team stationed in Little Rock in the Lanin corridor. "

"Yes, we have recovered the Lanin corridor. This is the old land of the Empire. The people here are simple and honest. "

Outside the gate of the barracks, on the open space surrounded by soldiers, there are thirty galloping gallows in a neat line. Dozens of soldiers with big waists are pushing 30 ragged and bloody men onto the gallows.

A gendarme, who was still dressed neatly in the hot sun and whose coat was covered with water stains, stood on the wooden platform beside the gallows, holding a piece of durable parchment and reading aloud.

"In the name of the Empire and in accordance with the imperial wartime military law, all bandits who are bold enough to steal and burn military supplies, poison and murder imperial soldiers in well water, spread rumors, stir up riots, and all bandits shall be hanged!"

Thirty men with weak breath struggled, and their mouths kept spitting out beautiful greetings based on the great fusion of biological groups and blood, mixed with a large number of reversed concepts of human relations and morality.

"Bang"!

The thirty gallows trembled at the same time, the ropes were stretched, and the sound of broken neck bones was heard in the air.

Gorkin took a melancholy look at the convulsive body on the gallows, sighed, grabbed the pen, bit his teeth, and dashed a few lines across the letter.

"Of course, the girls in little rock are more passionate. Especially for the imperial soldiers, their attitude is fanatical. "

After pondering for a moment, gorkin looked at the street facing the gallows and carefully added a line to the letter.

"Fanatical, oh ho, crazy girls are so lovely. But what can we do because of the Imperial military law? "

Dozens of skinny, shriveled women in turbans and skirts were screaming, pounding the imperial soldiers guarding the gallows. The burly, strong Musketeers were a little embarrassed to raise their flint guns and barely resist this group of "fanatical" women.

The women's sharp nails mercilessly clawed at the soldiers' faces, and several soldiers had been scratched out of deep blood marks.

Their new flint guns, with the flick of a finger, could knock these unsuspecting women to the ground. However, the soldiers were just embarrassed and passively defended. Nearly 100 of the most elite new-style Musketeers in the Empire were forced to retreat by dozens of women.

Women are yelling and abusing.

"Executioner, return my little Hans."

"Empire dog, little March is wronged!"

"You butchers, get out of our little stone city."

"Empire dogs are not welcome in the lane corridor. Leave our land!"

"Stinking Hydra, go back to your rotten swamp!"

Dozens of auxiliary soldiers rushed up with shields to help the embarrassed Musketeers and block the crazy women.

But under the impact of women, their defense line appears to be so precarious.

Behind these women, on the street in front of the barracks, there were nearly a thousand residents of little stone city, mostly men. These men, their eyes gloomy looking at the gallows, looking at the chinchilla Gang on the gallows swing."In short, this is a beautiful city. Life here is a little too comfortable. I even have free time to go fishing, hunting and relax. "

Gorkin whistled and whirled the pen around his fingertips. His dark eyes suddenly congealed in his deep eyes.

Less than 30 steps from the gate of the barracks, just across the street, in the attic of a three story building, there was a sudden "bang" behind the shutters. A long arrow, like a venomous snake, pierced gorkin's chest.

Gorkin's left hand jerked up, and his five iron fingers caught the flying arrow.

The next moment, gorkin had already crossed the street, jumped up, smashed the shutters, and broke into the attic. His speed is so fast that the residents of little stone city on the street just see a translucent figure flash by.

After a muffled sound, a thin figure spat out blood and flew out of the smashed blinds and fell heavily on the street. A small group of soldiers ran over and tied him fast with ropes.

The residents of the small stone city on the street began to stir. Some young people mixed in the crowd unconsciously put their hands into their trouser pockets or sleeves.

Inside the barracks gate, a row of six field guns were pushed out.

The commotion subsided quickly, but in the eyes of the residents of little stone city, the gloom of wildfire became more and more intense.

While the thin figure from the attic was still struggling, gorkin sat back on the boulder, as if he had not moved at all, clutching his pen and looking at the writing paper in front of him.

"Except for the poor taste of the rations delivered by the military headquarters, the life in xiaoshicheng is so comfortable that there is nothing to be picky about."

"So, dear mother, dear father, can you give me a little surprise when I receive the next letter from home?"

"Well, if you can, bring me two barrels of black continent coffee beans. I can't stand the washing water distributed by the military."

"I know smoking is not a good habit, but if I can get two small boxes of hava cigars, I will be very happy."

"Besides, the gin purchased by the military department is just like poison. Every time I force myself to drink that terrible liquid, I feel like I am committing suicide. For the sake of my health, I feel that if I can have a few barrels of golden rum, I will feel the warmth of my family and the ardent love of my parents, and I will feel very happy. "

"And sausages, yes, I miss home-made sausages. Blood sausage, sauerkraut sausage, cheese sausage, curry sausage, mustard sausage The great "Mu" is here, and I've begun to drool. "

"Little Rock is a good place, but in the years since they left the Empire, they were influenced by the Highlanders. They abandoned the imperial food tradition. Now they only have one terrible dish: boiled meat in white water."

"I miss home-made sausages, so dear mother, send me some sausages. Because there will be many shameless people passing by my office, they will take away some of them, so please send them more. "

"Dear Mom, I still miss your fried pork elbow, smoked sheep head, roast liver, stewed beef hooves, sun dried beef tongue, pickled tripe, dried shark, whale skin, ray shark fin, fried fish balls, all kinds of oil soaked small fresh fish, small conch, small seashells, etc. You are such a wonderful gourmet master. Please send me a copy of your delicious food. "

"Dear father, if you can, please send me some old yeast and some top hops and malt. Due to the hot weather and the beer was not resistant to transportation, the military department cancelled the beer item in the logistics supply list. But little stone city actually abandoned the imperial beer tradition, the entire small stone city, unexpectedly could not find a drop of beer! Can't find a drop of beer! What a terrible thing! "

"My brothers are dying of thirst these days. I think it is the duty and virtue of a chief official to brew some beer to relieve their nostalgia. "

"It's shameful and inhumane to be an imperial soldier without beer."

Gorkin was writing home letters at full speed.

The skinny man who was beaten to the ground by him spitting blood and fell to the ground was pushed violently by a group of soldiers and came to the gate of the barracks.

The skinny man struggled and looked at gorkin like a wolf: "imperial lackey, butcher gorkin, you're dead, you're dead. All the imperial dogs that enter the lane corridor will die here. Big brother won't let you go, big brother won't let you go! "

Gorkin looked up and gave the man a melancholy look: "big brother? So, are you a little minion? The little minion is worthless. Help him fly a kite

After a few breaths, among the hysterical abuse of the women, there was another bang on the gallows.

With a sigh, gorkin continued to write home letters.

"It may be that the bait I used was not good. During my letter writing, I just caught a worthless little miscellaneous fish. I was very disappointed. But it doesn't matter. There are a lot of big fish here in little stone city. ""Well, the above delicious food, please send it to my dear mother quickly. I really miss the delicious food I can enjoy every day at home before I joined the army. The great mu, will the next time the Empire increases its military spending, will it spend more on the logistics of the army? "

"Look at the navies in port Toulon They're useless to the Empire, but they've wasted so much military spending! "

"Above all, I wish my mother and father health and safety."

"By the way, say hello to my brothers and sisters. Tifa and VIMA, I miss them a little bit. "

"Say hello to Joe in particular. Should he graduate? Tell him for me. Next time I see the sons of Wales, take my share and break their legs. "

"Above, gorkin Yung waitu was in Little Rock Town, Lanin corridor, grand Province, Empire. The medland glory calendar is July 15, 1379. "

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