The first thousand two hundred and twenty-four chapters of the military vehicle (seeking a monthly ticket)
"Amu, Alfie."
"I don't want to be a soldier~!"
A low voice of protest came from the crowd.
The village square suddenly fell silent.
Everyone fell silent.
The officer raised his eyelids and looked coldly at the person who spoke through the slits of his eyelids.
It was a young boy with an immature face. It could even be said that he could be called a boy just now. At this time, his face was flushed with excitement because of his bold resistance.
The dozen or so guys next to them who had just been pulled into adulthood also raised their heads at this time, and with the cunningness unique to farmers, they looked at the officer furtively, carefully observing the officer's expression, trying to find out in the middle.
A slight flaw or flaw.
The officer couldn't help but frown in disgust and cursed in his heart: These damn untouchables~!
After a while, he suddenly laughed, rode up to Amu, looked at him condescendingly, and said slowly: "Boy, serving the country is a sacred mission, and it is the responsibility of every Semitic."
Duty. You should feel honored to be drafted.
Are you still Semitic?"
Amu couldn't help but take half a step back under his gaze.
He looked horrified and shook his head repeatedly, saying: "No, I don't want to be a soldier, I want to be a sailor."
The officer immediately laughed loudly, as if he had heard a very funny joke. Then his laughter suddenly stopped, he lowered his head, stared at the young-looking Amu Alfie in the crowd, and said in a deep voice:
"It's not like you won't go if you don't want to go. This is..."
The officer raised the scroll high, waved it in front of the crowd, and said loudly: "The high priest's order~!
you……"
He stretched out his hand and pressed the long sword on his waist, and said solemnly: "Do you want to disobey the high priest's order?"
The villagers looked at each other with horrified expressions on their faces.
All along, in the official propaganda of the Semitic people, it is the high priest of the undead who always cares about them and takes care of them like a meticulous father. So they can have food to eat, water to drink, a house to live in, and work to do...
...live a happy life like a fairy tale.
So all the industrious, kind-hearted, hard-working Semitic animals... bah bah bah. The Semitic people also love the great high priest of the undead extremely and respect him like their dearest loving father.
Anyone who dares not to love the high priest is not a Semitic, but a spy sent by the human race. He is a heinous traitor and villain. He is worse than the bad guy Lorraine who has sores on his head and pus on his feet.
The villain is a heinous crime that cannot be punished~!
Such a person will inevitably be mercilessly spurned by all the people who love the high priest, and severely punished by Semitic laws~!
Crushed bones and scattered ashes, dead without a burial place~!
Spelled into the eighteenth level of hell, he will never be able to stand up again~!
Although there is a lot of propaganda like this, the Semitic people are not stupid. They are just like the human people, they are all full of peasant-style cunning and wisdom.
No matter what kind of hype and propaganda Heifer is blowing all over the sky, in the end they all have their own understanding, and it is a quite profound and quite correct understanding.
In addition, there are various legends circulating in the countryside.
Therefore, they all know the true face of the High Priest of the Undead.
The High Priest of the Undead and his lichs, the dark mages, are a group of ruthless monsters. They enjoy killing people, sucking the souls of others if they disobey the slightest, and turning the corpses of ordinary people into monsters.
If you fall into their hands, even death becomes a luxury~!
Therefore, when the officer mentioned the name of the high priest, all the villagers couldn't help but flinched and took half a step back. Those who had been stretched out all shrunk their necks again and kept their heads down.
But opposite the officer, young Amu still had an angry look on his face.
He clenched his fists and looked stubbornly at the officer opposite.
The officer couldn't help but became furious. He reached out and wanted to draw the knife, but then he changed his mind when he saw the villagers around him.
Basically all the people in the village are relatives. If we kill people at this time, it will not be good if the villagers resist.
Thinking of this, he pointed at the brim of a hat and tilted the hat on his head. Then he put his hands on his hips and glared at Amu and shouted: "Scream, this kid is so bold~!"
Immediately, he swung the whip in his hand and aimed at Amu to whip it down.
The old village chief next to him hurriedly stood in front of the officer and humbly said with a smile: "Master, Master, this must be a mistake.
I know about Amu's situation. He is the only son in the family and he is under 18 years old.
According to the rules, he doesn't have to be a soldier.
Sorry for bothering you, please go back and check again.
Haha, hahaha..."
"That's right," the officer rudely pushed the village chief away, looking angrily, and shouted loudly: "You damn untouchables~!
Listen to me, uncle, the rules of conscription have been changed.
Now, as long as you are over 16 years old and under 40 years old, you have to serve as a soldier for me, regardless of whether you are a third generation single.
The high priest is about to launch an unprecedented war against the hateful and ugly humans. He asks you to serve as soldiers to grab good things from the humans.
This is a huge benefit for you poor people, don’t fucking know what’s good and what’s good.”
The villagers were all shocked. According to this statement, how many more soldiers would the entire Semitic tribe have to recruit?
The total population of the Semitic people is estimated to be over 100 million, and I am afraid there will be an additional 3 to 5 million troops.
There is really going to be a big battle.
"Lorraine is much more handsome than you." Someone muttered something in the crowd, and it clearly reached the ears of the people around him.
Back then, Lorraine and Leo had hung out here in the Caribbean. In this poor little fishing village, some people had actually seen them.
Moreover, when Lorraine's identity was revealed later, it caused quite a stir among the boring villagers.
The officer's face suddenly turned red with anger. He pointed at the crowd with a knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "Who, who is it? Come out if you have the guts~!"
Spreading rumors to boost the enemy's ambition is a serious crime of collaborating with the enemy~!
Believe it or not, I will kill you with one knife?"
The villagers immediately fell silent, lowering their heads and not daring to make a sound.
"Bah, you untouchable~!" the officer spat out angrily, waved his hand and said, "Take it away, take it away. Don't miss the recruitment deadline."
Those who were recruited by name were dejected. Everyone knew that being a soldier in the Semitic tribe was a hard job. There were often rumors about officers in the army using soldiers as slaves.
Moreover, there was no news for decades after leaving home, and I don’t know how many people came back alive in the end.
Seeing several soldiers coming forward with malicious smiles, Amu retreated in panic, muttering: "I won't go, I can't be a soldier..."
Suddenly he pushed aside the crowd, turned around and ran away frantically.
"You dare to run, you are so courageous~!" the officer sneered and waved his hand to the cavalry in front.
A cavalryman immediately chased after him on horseback, following closely behind Amu.
The cavalryman held a rope in his hand. He spun it several times in the air skillfully and then threw it towards the running Amu.
The rope loop tightened suddenly after being wrapped around Amu.
Amu was pulled into the air and fell heavily to the ground.
Without even looking at him, the cavalry whistled and the horse turned around and trotted back dragging Amu who was struggling on the ground.
"***, you dare to evade military service. You are really a dishonest man with a bad conscience." The officer swung his whip and walked up to him, cursing angrily. He also swung the whip and slapped Amu on the ground.
Every time the whip went down, there was a bloody mark, which made Amu roll on the ground and scream.
Suddenly a figure rushed out from the side and suddenly lay on Amu. He cried and howled: "My lord, my lord, please don't hit my child, don't hit my child..."
The village chief also hurried up and grabbed the officer's hand and begged: "Master Jun, he is a child who is not sensible. You don't want to be like him."
When the officer saw that the person protecting Amu was an old woman with gray hair and a short stature, he couldn't help but whipped his whip and spat heavily on the ground. He said unhappily: "Bad luck. Tie him up and take him away."
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Several soldiers rushed forward, grabbed Amu like wolves and tigers, and held a small rope with great skill to tie him up.
Ammu's mother struggled with the soldiers and shouted in a sharp voice: "Let him go. Let him go. Let go of my child..."
A soldier became impatient, then raised his hand and grabbed her shoulders, and then pushed her out. The old woman immediately screamed and fell to the ground.
Amu's eyes suddenly turned red and he shouted: "Mom~!"
He waved his arms and vigorously broke away from the soldiers holding him down.
A soldier next to him suddenly became furious. He leaned over slightly and punched him in the stomach several times. Amu was beaten so hard that he couldn't breathe and fell to the ground with his waist bent.
The soldiers immediately tied his hands together, tied the other end of the rope to the saddle, and dragged him out of the village.
At this time, there were already people nearby who were driving other villagers who had been dragged away and walked out together.
Amu's mother and the villagers' family members followed behind, crying and fighting.
The heartbreaking cry was almost heartbreaking.
But not long after, the crying sound was left far behind by the group of people. Finally it disappeared... The soldiers pressed them and headed straight away from Caribbean City.
Ammu was tied behind the horse, covered with bruises, and was being led staggeringly along the way.
At this time, a burst of smoke and dust suddenly rose behind their team, and they heard the sound of rapid horse hooves. Someone from behind shouted loudly: "Wait, the people in front stop, stop."
Ammu and the villagers looked back blankly.
I saw a large group of knights catching up behind me quickly.
The officer sat upright on his horse and glanced back. He saw a few people in civilian clothes at the head. He showed a disdainful expression on his face, waved his hands and said: "People in the local area, please ignore them and keep walking."
He ordered his soldiers to still lead the villagers on their way.
A few minutes later, the knight behind him caught up.
Among this group of people were aristocratic officials in rich uniforms, as well as soldiers with swords. Judging from the costumes, they were the city guards that Amu and the others were familiar with.
The city guards spread out and surrounded the officers and cavalry. The leader, a middle-aged man, looked angry, pointed at the officers and cursed: "You bastards, I told you to stop."
"Is there any?" The officer looked at his ears and said nonchalantly: "I didn't hear it, did you hear it?"
The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter and said at the same time: "No."
"Didn't hear that~!"
The middle-aged man at the head suddenly turned red and his neck was thick with anger, as if his lungs were about to explode.
The city guard soldiers drew their weapons and pointed them at them, shouting: "Bold. This is the city lord of Caribbean. Do you want to die?"
The officer's men immediately fell into silence. The Lord of the Caribbean City was from a Semitic royal family, and the Iskander family was a real wealthy family. It was not something they could afford to provoke.
The officer was not intimidated by the name of the city lord, but he did not dare to be scornful any more. He put away his playful smile and said, "It turns out you are the city lord. What are your orders?"
The city lord had a straight face and a stiff and stern tone as he asked: "Who are you? Why are you arresting these villagers? Were you arresting people a few days ago? Give me an explanation."
The officer said calmly: "Your Majesty, the Greater Caribbean Recruitment Officer. Sir, please understand that I am not arresting them, I am here to recruit soldiers."
"Conscription?" The city lord asked doubtfully, "Why didn't I see the conscription document?"
The officer took out the recruitment order from his arms and sneered: "This is an order from the high priest. It is issued directly by the Prime Minister. There is no need to inform the local government."
The city lord was startled for a moment, then a city guard soldier jumped down and grabbed the conscription order directly from the officer's hand.
The officer said angrily: "What are you doing?"
The city guard soldier pulled out half of his weapon. The two men glared at each other. Finally, the officer spread his hands and took a step back.
The city guard soldiers snorted proudly and respectfully handed the conscription order to the city lord.
The city lord opened it and took a look. It was indeed not a fake. It was stamped with a large official seal and the seal of the Prime Minister, as well as the official seal of the military department. The order was clearly written, recruiting troops in the Caribbean.
"Why didn't anyone from above notify me of such a big event like conscription?" the city lord thought to himself, a hint of gloom passing through his heart.
"This is not a good sign."
The city lord glanced at Amu who was tied behind the horse, and saw that his lips were still soft and fluffy, and he didn't even have a beard. He was obviously an underage child.
He frowned and asked, "Even if it's a conscription, do you have the method of conscription? Even children are recruited."
The officer pushed back without showing any signs of weakness and said: "I am acting according to orders. If you have any opinions, you can ask the Prime Minister. Besides..."
The officer sneered and said, "Before you worry about others, you should take care of your daughter first."
"Bold~!" the city guard soldier roared angrily, and at the same time drew out his weapon. He only waited for the order and rushed forward to teach them a lesson.
But the officer had no fear. He was directly subordinate to his superior, the Admiral of the Greater Caribbean Region, and was in a separate system from the local government. The city lord could not control him no matter how hard he attacked, and the military system would not tolerate these local officials.
Even when he got into trouble in front of the admiral, there were still people protecting him.
However, the city lord's face turned red with anger, and he tightly grasped the reins with his white-gloved hands.
This city lord is Fiona's father.
Because in Leibao, everyone witnessed that Fiona, the young lady of the Iskander family, was killed in public by Lorraine, the hateful, despicable, shameless, and cunning secret agent who had infiltrated the Semitic people.
Stolen.
Obviously not out of her own will.
She is neither like Deipole, who is a big spy who colluded with Lorraine to conspire to overthrow my royal family, nor is she like Adeline, who is a capitulator who opposed the wise decision of the high priest and took the initiative to join the enemy.
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Therefore, the city lord himself was not punished. On the contrary, many people from the royal family expressed condolences and sympathy at that time.
But anyone familiar with the inside story knows that it was the city lord's woman who introduced Lorraine and Leo to the upper echelons of the Semitic clan.
At the wedding in Thunder Castle, a vase knocked down the prince, and it was only the city lord's woman who let Adeline run away.
Everyone has spread the word that the city lord's daughter has had an affair with Lorraine for a long time. The city lord's lax teaching has also become the laughing stock of others.
Especially within the military after the coup, many people suspected that the Iskander family was collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country.
It is incomprehensible that they can still sit in the position of city lord of the greater Caribbean region.
This city lord should have been arrested long ago and severely interrogated.
The recruiting officers were also the so-called new generation who came up after the coup, the main war faction. They had no respect for the city lord in front of them, but only contempt.
In his opinion, if he were still a Semitic, the city lord should commit seppuku and shame his daughter, instead of continuing to sit in his position as city lord with a shameless face and pretending that nothing happened.
However, the city guards and the city lord's personal guards could not tolerate anyone insulting their boss. They surrounded the recruiting officer, looked at the city lord, and only waited for a look before rushing forward and beating them up.
The city lord's face changed several times, and finally he took a deep breath, slammed the recruitment order at the officer, flipped the horse's head, and shouted: "Let's go~!"
First, he galloped towards Caribbean City.
The city guards looked at each other with depressed expressions, and thought to themselves: What kind of nonsense is this!
The officer held the recruitment order in his arms, laughed proudly, and cast a contemptuous look at the Caribbean people around him.
The city guards waved their weapons at him, spat at his feet, angrily climbed onto their horses, and left in pursuit of the city lord.
The officer waved to the soldiers who were leaving, with a joking expression on his face, and said: "Slow down, brothers, when you don't want to hang out in the Caribbean anymore, you can go to the camp in the south to find me. Hahahaha..."
The victory was so great that a city lord was forced to hide his face and run away, not to mention the officer's pride.
He hummed a little tune in his mouth, waved his hands to his subordinates, and said: "Let's go, I'll treat you when you get back. Let's go to the Red Lantern for a night of fun. It's really a fun day today. Damn Iskander~!
Sooner or later, your sect will be wiped out."
"Okay~!" The soldiers shouted in unison, kicked the detained villagers hard with their feet, and yelled: "I'll walk faster."
The villagers staggered and were caught between the soldiers.
Amu was dragged on the ground so much that he was bruised and bleeding. He was in so much pain that he could hardly walk. The soldiers didn't care and kicked him on the butt several times and drove him away.
There was no talk of eating in the meantime. When they slowed down a little, the escorting soldiers kicked them unceremoniously and beat them severely with whips. The villagers were miserable.
After a day and night of walking, the forcibly recruited villagers were exhausted from hunger. They lowered their heads and moved mechanically, following the backs of the people in front of them.
Suddenly, the entire team stopped. The numb villagers were still walking forward, but they were all bumping into each other. Their feet weakened and they fell to the ground in a mess.
There were roars of "hahaha" laughter all around, and someone clapped their hands and said with a smile: "Here comes another group of rookies."
"Dude, there's a new toy."
"Don't play to death this time."
Ammu struggled to raise his head and saw a dark camp in front of him, with flags flying and tents connected together.
A group of soldiers wearing crooked military uniforms surrounded them, looking at them laughing with evil intentions on their faces.
The officer glanced back at them on his horse, raised his hand and pointed at the camp door, saying: "From today on, you are a member of the Fourth Caribbean Division." (To be continued)!~!
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