"From today on, you are a member of the Fourth Caribbean Division." The officer flicked the riding crop in his hand, with a gloating smile on his face.
Immediately, he waved to the people around him and said loudly: "Little cubs, take them in for me."
"Okay!" The soldiers watching at the gate burst into laughter.
They stepped forward and surrounded Amu and dozens of other villagers. They kicked them unceremoniously, made fun of them wantonly, and shouted threats.
"Ha, here comes fresh meat again..."
"Get up, go in, lazy boy."
"Get up, idiot, and climb in for me."
"Come in quickly, we have prepared some good things for you to play with."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The soldiers crowded in from all directions and surrounded the villagers, yelling and beating them.
They all had ferocious smiles on their faces, just like jackals surrounding the corpses, tearing at the carrion with their sharp teeth and beating them constantly.
Every moment, several feet kicked the villagers, causing Amu and the villagers to scream in pain.
Amu and others are all honest and honest villagers.
Many people have never left a fishing village or seen any markets in their lives. The greatest pleasure in their lives is just watching dogs fight.
They had never seen such a situation before, and they were all frightened immediately.
He could only rely on his animal instincts, hold his head with both hands, protect his vitals, and then huddle on the ground motionless, allowing the veterans to beat and scold him.
While they were kicking and beating, a cloud of dust rose up from the ground, completely covering Amu and the others in yellow smoke.
I don’t know how long it took, but the veterans seemed to be somewhat satisfied, and then they gradually gave up, revealing the dusty human figures surrounded in the center.
Then someone nearby brandished a whip and rushed forward. He whipped the villagers again.
"Get up, get up, get up quickly~!"
"You bunch of untouchables, get in quickly."
"..."
Under the harsh curses and whips, the villagers stood up from the ground with their heads in their hands, crowded together, and walked towards the camp gate not far away.
However, this journey has not been uneventful.
The veterans were still surrounding them, constantly mocking and cursing them.
From time to time, a veteran will raise his foot in a very bad way, tripping one of them, and then watch the rest of the people being tripped by that person and falling to the ground like a rolling gourd.
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The veterans looked at their embarrassed appearance and laughed non-stop. Then they watched the villagers scramble to get up from the ground, and then kick their butts several times from behind. It was like chasing away a group of scoundrels.
They were driven in like animals.
All of Amu's feelings were numb at this time, and even the anger in his heart had long been exhausted by this torture and devastation, and his mind went blank. It was as if he had become an unconscious zombie.
At this moment, he could only try his best to protect his head, bend down, protect himself, and silently endure the kicks on his back. He moved little by little with the crowd.
Finally, they stumbled through the camp gate, and were immediately stopped in front of a group of armored soldiers.
Surrounded by those soldiers, there was a general wearing gorgeous armor.
He had a slender face, covered with black beard, and looked ugly and ferocious. His eyes were as wide as copper bells. His left hand was pressed on the long sword at his waist, and there was a green dove egg-sized dove on his finger.
The gemstone ring shines in the sun.
The general raised his eyelids and glanced at the villagers, who were holding their heads in their hands and panicking like an eagle's chicks. A disgusted expression appeared on his face.
He raised his hand, breathed on the ring casually, then picked up a silk handkerchief in his right hand and wiped the ring carefully.
A soldier next to him immediately stepped forward and cursed loudly: "Everyone squat down and be quiet."
"Squat down~!"
"Squat down~!"
"..."
The soldiers around the general immediately rushed into the crowd, shouting and cursing angrily, while grabbing Amu and other villagers and pressing them down hard.
Anyone who disobeys will be immediately punched and kicked to the ground.
They didn't care whether the villagers were lying down or squatting, as long as they were wilting on the ground.
"It's so unlucky that I ended up with these idiots from the Caribbean." The general glanced around a few times, seeing pale and frightened faces everywhere he looked. He couldn't help but cursed angrily and said, "Fair, you old dog.
, I gave you so many gifts for nothing."
The Fer that the general referred to was the newly appointed Minister of Military Command after the coup.
The crowd quickly fell silent. Amu and the others looked at the golden-armored general in front of them with fear, trembling with fear.
"You bunch of despicable, ignorant and unruly people, free and undisciplined, idiotic and retarded Caribbean bastards, listen to me. I will only say this once, general."
The general lectured loudly with a dark face, "I don't care what you did before, or how your previous local officials managed you, but..."
"Here~!" He stretched out his hand and pointed hard at the ground under his feet, and then continued: "This is the Fourth Division, and it is my territory.
I will train you idiots into qualified soldiers in the shortest possible time."
"Anyone who is unqualified," the general glanced at them with a stern expression, said, "will be naturally eliminated. Of course, if you dare to escape, they will be your fate."
As he said that, he pointed to one side.
Amu and the others followed his hand, and their faces turned pale with fear.
I saw a row of corpses hanging on the gallows on the side. The corpses had nooses around their necks, and their necks were twisted at a weird angle.
A few crows stayed on the gallows, staring with blood-red eyes, looking at the corpse hanging on the rope cunningly, hoping to take a bite when no one was prepared.
The hanged body swayed slightly on the gallows, and the ropes rubbed against the wooden frame, making bursts of creaking sounds.
The sound reached their ears very clearly, and everyone suddenly felt a chill running from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.
The general was very satisfied with their frightened expressions, which showed that his approach was effective - dealing with such stubborn people, especially the Caribbean people who have always been disobedient to kings, should be dealt with severely.
He has always looked down upon the local officials of the Greater Caribbean region, thinking that these guys were simply too weak and too pampered and conniving towards those dead people.
"If I had left it in my hands and chopped off a few more heads, the Caribbean people would have been corrected long ago." The general thought to himself.
But think about it on the other hand, the one who has always dominated the Caribbean is the Iskander family, one of the seven royal families. Although he is a general who has closed the door and is like flying in the sky, in fact, he is far behind others.
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"Sooner or later, I want you to look good~!" The general thought about it later, and his interest waned. He waved his hand and said to the soldiers behind him: "Divide them up."
After that, he turned around and left.
Several officers came out from behind.
Carrying a stick in one hand and a roster in the other, they walked directly into the villagers. After calling someone's name, they hit the stick on the back of the villager and directly ordered, "Follow me."
Amu and several of his companions followed a young officer into the military camp and walked around the messy tents several times. They were then separated one by one. In the end, only Amu followed the young officer and arrived at the camp.
corner.
There were several extremely crude tents set up here, all with tattered roofs. There was a garbage dump next to them, emitting waves of disgusting pungent odor.
The young officer couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.
The young officer turned around and saw that Amu was still in a daze at the door. He immediately raised his leg and kicked Amu on the butt. He kicked him into the tent, muttered a few curses, turned around and left.
Amu lost his balance and fell headlong into the dim tent. He fell and chewed the mud, which caused wounds all over his body. The pain was so severe that he didn't even have the strength to get up.
Inside the tent, a few white cloths were spread on the ground as beds, and several people wearing ordinary clothes lay silently on the sheets.
They glanced at Amu blankly, and then turned away, with no expression on their faces.
After a while, a man who looked about forty climbed up from the ground, squatted next to Amu, pushed him, and said, "Are you dead?"
Amu groaned feebly.
"What a sin~!" The man couldn't help but sigh when he saw Amu's childish face. He dragged Amu up and placed him on a rag in the corner of the tent.
After a while, Amu slowly regained his breath, blinked his eyes, looked at the dark tent, and finally realized where this place was, and couldn't help crying loudly.
A person next to him closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and murmured: "Save your strength, it's useless."
The man pulled out a black and dirty broken bowl from the ground, with a gap exposed, scooped half a bowl of water from a wooden bucket without a handle, lifted Amu up and brought it to his mouth, saying: "Drink.
, young man, what’s your name.”
"Amu, Amu, Alfie."
"My name is Sylvie, Sylvie, Pillard," Sylvie pointed to herself, and then to the people next to her, introducing each one: "That's Lamy, that's Anderson..."
After introducing everyone in the tent, Sylvie sat next to Amu and said, "Where are you from, young man?"
"Uncle, from Burke Din Village."
Sylvie recalled it for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it."
A person next to me said: "It's just near Caribbean City, not a few miles away from the city."
"They dragged all the troops to Caribbean City?" Sylvie murmured and said, "Young man, what do you do?"
Ammu's tears flowed out again, and he said with red eyes: "I was going to go to the city to be a sailor, so they tied me here. Uncle, what do you do?"
"Me?" Sylvie pointed to herself, smiled bitterly, and said: "I am a rural teacher. Lamy is a salesman, and Anderson is a fishmonger..."
The people in this small tent are all the most ordinary lower-class people in the Caribbean, engaged in various jobs, and are generally older.
Xiver lamented and said: "My son was taken away by them just a few months ago, and now they have brought me here. I am the only pregnant daughter-in-law and my wife left at home. How can they survive~!"
Xivier's words resonated with everyone, and everyone around him sighed at the same time.
They are the mainstay of the family. They do some small business and lead the family to live. Now they have been expropriated regardless of it. The whole family is left, how will they feed and clothe themselves?
"Damn High Priest of the Undead~!" Lamy punched the ground hard and cursed.
Xiver rushed over and covered Lamy's mouth, and said in panic: "I dare not say that, if anyone hears it, I will be hanged."
Lamy also had a panic expression on his face and quickly shook his head.
Ammu wiped the tears from his face and said, "Then how do we get out of here."
"Leave?" Anderson, who had been silent all this time, sneered and said, "Unless you die and become a corpse, don't even think about leaving."
Amu said in a daze: "But, my scary soldier said that those who fail will be eliminated."
There was a hint of expectation in the words.
Anderson turned over and started, looking at Amu with a cold expression, and said sadly: "The so-called elimination means death~!"
Amu was so frightened that he dropped the broken bowl in his hand and looked at Anderson blankly.
Sivier beside him shook his head bitterly.
"Once you enter this door, unless you go on an expedition, you can't even think about leaving alive." Anderson said: "The officials are all dead nobles from the interior. They colluded with the necromancer and treated everyone as human beings. They just want to survive.
, you can only rely on yourself."
Afterwards, Amu huddled in the corner of the tent, staring blankly at the gloomy sky outside.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of "bang bang" banging on a barrel was heard outside the tent, and a rude voice outside shouted: "dinner is ready, get out of here."
A fat, chubby cook slammed a wooden bucket onto the ground, and the dark brown water in the bucket spilled all over the floor.
Xiver and the others immediately got up, found their own broken bowls and ran out of the tent quickly. They scrambled to squeeze together, put their respective bowls into the barrel and scooped out a bowl of water.
Then he took out a dark thing from the basket next to him, squatted on the ground and started chewing it.
Xivier saw Amu cowering there like a wooden man, then looked at his rice bowl, sighed, brought it to Amu, touched him and said, "Eat, you will have strength after eating."
Amu looked down and saw a few grass blades floating in the dark water, and a strange smell came out of the bowl.
In Xivier's other hand was a piece of black, stone-like bread. He didn't know what kind of bread it was made of, with large pieces of grass-seed-like particles exposed.
Ammu felt nauseated after seeing it, and made a few "uh-huh" retching sounds in his throat. He shook his head and said, "I can't eat it."
Although Amu and his mother lived in poverty, they could still afford two meals of vegetable porridge and a few pieces of thick bread every day. They had never seen such disgusting food.
Anderson glanced at him and said, "If you don't eat, you won't even have this thing."
Amu said in disbelief: "Is this what you eat as a soldier?"
"Anyone who has given something has been withheld by the division commander." Anderson held a bowl and came to Amu and whispered: "I heard that the daily food allowance given to us by the superiors is fifteen copper coins. When it reaches the commander's hands,
We were deducted ten copper coins. The logistics manager took away half of it, and the cooks were going to take away some of it. In our hands, we only have two meals of swill a day."
Lamy snorted and finished his meal in several mouthfuls, even sticking out his tongue to refill the soup bowl carefully. He reluctantly put down his rice bowl and said, "You should really go and see what officials eat.
Yesterday I was cleaning the floor for the pig-headed captain, and I saw that he actually ate four dishes, white bread, and a damn bottle of wine.
Everything we eat has gone into the stomachs of those dog officials. Do you still want me to work for them?
Bah~!”
Anderson looked at the crowd outside, with a fierce expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "When we get to the battlefield, I will stab that bastard to death in the back."
Sivers gnawed on the bread gracefully and said vaguely: "Let's live until that day first."
At this time, there was a sudden sound of drums and trumpets outside, and the officer who had brought Amu appeared at the door of the tent. He kicked over the soup bucket at the door, scolded with a sullen face: "Untouchable, get up, let's gather in the school field for training.
Quick, quick, quick."
Xivier and the others hurriedly rolled and crawled out of the tent and ran outside quickly.
Only Amu was still sitting there stupidly, looking at the officer blankly.
"Asshole~!" The officer yelled, walked up and kicked away the soup bowl on the ground. The spilled soup splashed all over Amu. Amu suddenly shook, as if he had woken up, and looked at it in horror.
The officer in front of me.
The officer picked up a wooden stick and hit Amu head and face, saying: "You bitch, you lazy guy, get up and crawl out."
Amu screamed as if he was frightened, rolled on the ground to avoid the officer's stick, and ran toward the door while crawling.
"Yes, that's it." The officer looked at his embarrassed look and laughed behind him, then caught up and kicked Amu on his raised butt.
On the school field outside the camp, thousands of new recruits gathered here scatteredly, running around amid the rude curses of the officers.
Behind them are a group of open-minded bosses. As long as someone falls behind, they will surround him and give him a severe lesson, and then push him back into the team.
The commander of the 4th Caribbean Division looked at the recruits who were like refugees from the high platform, and couldn't help but curse Feier again for accepting money and not doing anything.
"How can I make great achievements with these idiots?" The commander cursed secretly, waving his fingers to the officer standing behind him, and said: "Intensify the intensity. Fuck a few of them to death for these untouchables to see."
"Yes~!" The officer took the order and left.
At this time, a man wrapped in black clothes waved to the commander from the audience.
The commander's eyes lit up, he quickly walked down from the general stage, pulled the man in black to the corner, and asked nervously: "Are you all ready?"
The man in black said angrily: "We are all ready. We will start in the next two days. I hope you will keep your promise and let the brothers hide here after it is done. People there will not dare to act recklessly on your territory."
The commander showed a sinister smile, looked towards the north, nodded and said: "It's easy to talk. You are the popular person in front of the Prime Minister. We are all in the same boat."
The dark man chuckled, leaned into the commander's ear, and said: "As long as you get..., your share will be missing. I heard that their family made a fortune in buying and selling poisonous wolf fruit."
There was a greedy expression on the commander's face. For the position of commander of the new division, he spent all his wealth and made a lot of efforts to get it.
Buying an official position is not just to get promoted and make a fortune. You can only save a few small coins by fighting with soldiers. Now you are worried that you don't have the money to send it to your superiors, and you can't continue to climb up the ranks.
His eyes have long been focused on greater financial resources. (To be continued)
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