The war refugees gathered by the Flying Eagle Group went all the way south, got on the boat, sailed out of the river, and sailed eastward on the sea.
Two days later, we went up the river and finally docked at the dock of an unknown city.
Matler didn't recognize the flag flying not far away. He could only pull his child close to him and follow the people of the Flying Eagle Group, walking north along the road.
There were soldiers escorting them along the way, and every time it was meal time, a carriage would bring truckloads of bread and distribute it to these refugees.
Occasionally, a priest wearing a white robe and holding a tall cross would pass through the crowd and shout, "Is anyone sick? Is anyone feeling uncomfortable?"
Along the way, teams from the west kept coming and merged into the crowd.
The team is getting longer and longer, and the road is full of black moving figures. Chapter 1309 Two lucky people (asking for monthly votes) look from a distance, and the head and tail of the team disappear above the horizon, like
Like a giant snake with no head or tail.
In the team, what Matler heard in his ears were the refugees' gratitude and praise for Princess Catherine and Young Duke Leo. They were all praises for Rumain, an outstanding representative of feudal society who decisively shouldered the obligations of a great country during this critical period.
Although Matler didn't know how much the Flying Eagle Group spent on moving tens of thousands of people safely over long distances, he knew in his heart that it was an astronomical figure.
On this day, Matler was burying his head and rushing on the road. Suddenly he heard a commotion in front of him, and someone shouted loudly: "It's a soldier from the Holy See."
He raised his head and saw a group of soldiers heading west against the direction of the crowd.
At the front of the team was the golden cross flag of the Holy See of Light, fluttering in the wind.
Behind them were groups of soldiers in white clothes and silver armor, marching forward with their heads held high proudly.
Especially a young general on the leading horse.
He was wearing a pure white spotless military uniform and a feathered hat. He was young and handsome, with a beautiful mustache, and his face was filled with confidence.
Someone among the refugees asked loudly and curiously: "Where do you want the two lucky people in Chapter 1309 (asking for monthly votes) to go?"
"We are going to fight the demons~!" the soldiers replied proudly.
"Drive them overboard."
"We still have to fight to the Demon Clan's hometown."
"Catch the High Priest of the Undead and kick his ass hard."
The soldiers of the Holy See burst into laughter, and it could be seen that their morale was high.
"Well said!" The people immediately shouted loudly to cheer for these soldiers.
Many people even crossed themselves devoutly on their chests, sincerely blessing those brave warriors and saying: "May the God of Light bless you."
Matler also prayed devoutly twice, and then happily said to the people next to him: "God has not abandoned us, thank you His Majesty Niodos. Since the change of pope, the people in the Holy See are much more diligent than before."
This sentence resonates strongly.
Everyone got together and started discussing.
They compared the performance of the priests with their previous performance and came to a common conclusion. Although Hilmeria, Her Majesty Niodos is a woman, she is the greatest leader of the Holy See in thousands of years, and there is no one.
At dusk on September 16, the tired Matler suddenly heard someone shouting: "We are here."
This sound was like the sound of nature, and the refugees who had been traveling for several days cheered together and walked forward faster.
I saw a dense forest in front of me, with a large group of buildings in the middle of the forest.
Simple work sheds made of logs are arranged neatly, with a vague road in the middle.
The management personnel of Feiying Railway are waiting at the gate of the construction site to arrange accommodation for them according to the number.
That night, after a month of escaping, Matler could finally lie in bed and fall asleep looking at the roof above his head. Although the place was very simple, at least it provided a stable life.
The next day, Matler, standing in the sunshine, realized how huge the camp was. The entire camp was like a city, with no less than tens of thousands of people arranged to live here.
The center of the camp is the engineering and construction headquarters of the Flying Eagle Railway. The huge planning map in front of the door shows that the section of railway they will build is fifty miles long.
There are camps like this one every fifty miles, and there are nine camps every fifty miles, and a railway with a total length of five hundred miles needs to be built.
At this time, it was the most chaotic moment in the morning. Countless people came out of their work sheds in a daze, preparing to start the day's work.
There were noisy noises everywhere in the camp.
Children's crying, women's screams, men's roars, stewards' curses... all kinds of sounds came together and resounded through the sky.
When the villagers of Matara saw this situation, they all felt timid and gathered around Matara involuntarily.
Although Matler had seen some things in the world, he was at a loss when faced with this situation.
Fortunately, after a while, a steward appeared in front of him with a roll call list. As an excellent capitalist, Lei Erye hated anyone who wanted to be freeloaders, especially those who wanted to eat for free.
of free food.
Under the leadership of the steward, Matler and his fellow villagers had a muddle-headed breakfast together, and then walked into the logging camp in a muddle.
In the meantime, the steward must explain clearly to Matler one by one the matters that need to be paid attention to.
When they arrived at the lumberyard, Matler and his fellow villagers were all assigned to the carpentry group. Their task was to saw down the felled trees and make them into sleepers for the railway tracks.
Matler was a little surprised by this. These are all the best woods. They are the best for making furniture and so on. But they have to be made into rectangular blocks of wood that can't be used to make anything. It's really a pity.
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He had the courage to ask the steward a question, but he was immediately scolded by the steward. He also said harsh words: All must be cut into standard rectangular wooden blocks. If you dare to saw the wrong one,
My wages were deducted and my legs were broken.
Matler was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything, so he just started working.
Although several of the folks in Matara have never done carpentry, fortunately, this work is extremely simple. As long as someone takes you with you and you learn it for a long time, you can basically master it.
After they sawed the wood, someone else came to inspect it. Once it passed the standard, it was handed over to another group of people to transport it. As for where it was transported, Matler did not dare to ask more.
Anyway, hundreds of people in the lumberyard sawed through the wood, and eventually they all disappeared, as if they had been swallowed by a huge monster.
It was not until sunset in the afternoon that Matler got off work.
He walked back to his tent with body aches and fell asleep.
Although he was very tired and tired today, Matler felt calm in his heart.
Along the way, he had been feeling uneasy, fearing that he would be deceived when he got there, or that the Flying Eagle Company would look down upon his abilities and kick him out.
At that time, there was no way for his family to survive. They had to either go up the mountain to become bandits, or starve to death.
But now, after this day's work, all worries have disappeared.
This job is hard and tiring, but because of this, it also shows that Feiying Company really needs people to work.
Speaking of hardship, where have farmers ever done easy work?
In any case, he finally found a way to survive in this troubled world.
He can feed his family with his own hands. He can hold up the sky for them so that they can live without worrying that they will die from hunger or other disasters...
For an ordinary person, what could be more important than this?
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Taibo carefully lay down on the cold stone, held his breath, exposed only his two eyes, stared at the desolate beach with all his concentration, and tightened the spear in his hand.
The waves were lapping at the beach, which was entirely covered with black-brown stones. In this barren land surrounded by mountains, a terrifying behemoth suddenly appeared on the beach.
It looks like a big black ship, hundreds of feet long and forty to fifty feet high. Its body is twice as big as the largest house Taibo has ever seen.
This is simply a monster that only exists in mythology. It is probably the sea dragon that the legendary war god Rohan killed.
Now half of the body of this strange-looking giant beast is lying on the beach, and the other half is immersed in the sea water. The undulating sea water is constantly washing its body.
Taibo's stomach suddenly made a growling sound.
It had been a long time since he had eaten enough, and the stomach acid was now digesting his own stomach.
Taibo only climbed up the cliff three days ago and got two bird eggs not much bigger than his thumb. However, he was immediately attacked by hundreds of seabirds and fell off the cliff. To this day, his legs are still aching.
"Damn the Rumans, why didn't Rohan strike them with lightning?" Taibo cursed in a low voice with hatred in his eyes.
Taibo is a warrior from Tesiheim. His tribe was attacked by the Rumans two months ago. Only a dozen or so people of the entire tribe escaped alive, including him.
The mountain fortresses that the Cessheimers were proud of were useless against the fire-breathing weapons of the Rumen.
Taibo called it the devil's weapon, and only the legendary devil could use the flames of hell. Before the warriors of Tessheim could step on it, they were torn to pieces by the flames.
But all the curses were useless. Texiheim was occupied by the Rumans. Those who resisted were killed, and those who did not resist were tied up with ropes and taken away.
Taibo, who did not want to become a human slave, fled to the north with a few of his compatriots, and the Ruman army followed them closely. It was not until Taibo came to the edge of the ice sea that the damn Ruman disappeared.
The compatriots sent back to inquire for the news never returned, and there was no news. Taibo and the others could only struggle to survive here.
Although it is still September, the cold wind carrying the smell of sea blows on my face, it is as cold as a knife, and it has begun to snow sporadically.
In October, the snowy mountainous areas will be completely closed. Taibo doesn't dare to think about how they will survive in a few days.
Obtaining food and surviving became Taibo's only task in front of him.
If they could kill the monster in front of them, it would be enough for a dozen of them to spend an entire winter. It weighed hundreds of thousands of kilograms.
Taibo tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, weighing in his mind whether to risk his life and give it a try.
This monster doesn't seem to be very lethal. It has neither claws nor fangs. It looks like... just like a big fish.
While he was hesitating, a huge bear howled and walked forward and began to bite the monster's huge body.
"It's dead~!" Only then did Tai Bo realize that the big monster on the beach was a dead thing. No wonder it didn't move for so long.
Taibo was so ecstatic that he couldn't help but put his hands under his head, and knocked his forehead heavily on his head. He fell to the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you to the great Rohan."
This must be because Rohan, the god of war, saw that they were brave and unyielding, so he killed the monsters and sent them to them so that they could survive the coming winter.
In a short time, bears, wolves, foxes, and all kinds of carnivores that usually don't know where to hide, all came out and gathered around the monster's body to feast on it.
They tore open the monster's skin, revealing several feet of fat underneath.
Taibo couldn't help but swallowed, and his stomach growled louder. Nothing could restore physical strength better than a piece of fat full of grease.
The fat-covered meat is roasted over a fire and dipped in a little white salt. It is the finest delicacy among barbarians.
But for now, he can only wait patiently, waiting for the beasts to eat their fill and leave. He is no match for the wild bears who desperately reserve fat before hibernating.
Seeing the beasts leaving the beach one by one after eating, Taibo jumped down from the pile of stones neatly, and in a few steps he jumped to the monster's body. He gently stroked the red flesh with his hands, as if he were touching the most beautiful woman in the tribe.
's skin.
Taibo lay on it and took a deep breath, with an excited expression on his face, and murmured: "Thank you Rohan, it's still fresh."
He took out a knife from his waist, cut off a small piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing it carefully and slowly. Tears of emotion flowed out. Originally, he thought they would not survive this winter.
"Rohan has not abandoned us yet. We barbarians still have hope for revival." Taibo knelt on the cold stone and devoutly expressed his faith to Rohan, the god of war. He thought to himself: "We must kill more Ruman people in the future.
Especially the barbarians who took refuge with the Ruman people, they killed each one on sight."
After praying, Taibo cheered, jumped up from the ground, rushed forward, stabbed the knife into the monster's flesh, and slashed westward with all his strength, and cut off a few pieces from the monster with a few strokes.
Ten pounds of meat.
Just as Taibo was struggling to carry the raw meat on his shoulders and take it back to give his companions a feast, something suddenly appeared on the distant sea level.
Taibo wiped his eyes hard and stretched his neck to look north. There were indeed some different white spots on the gloomy sea.
He knew that occasionally there would be ice floes floating on the sea towards the mainland, but these vague shadows on the sea horizon did not look like ice floes.
Taibo used his hands and feet to climb onto the monster's body and stood on its head to look carefully.
That looks like a boat~!
And it's a very big ship.
There were so many big ships that Taibo couldn't even count them with all his fingers and toes.
"The Ruman people~! are here to catch me." This idea popped into Taibo's mind.
But he immediately denied it and arrested just a dozen of them. The Ruman people didn't need to go to such trouble.
Besides, if the Ruman people want to come by boat, they have to set sail from the south and make a long circle westward around the continent before they can reach the Ice Sea.
Taibo concluded that this could not be a Ruman person.
"Then who is it?" Taibo thought hard in his heart, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind: "Maybe, this is the divine warrior sent by Rohan."
Taibo slid off the monster, dug out dry moss from the cracks in the stone and piled it together, cut off a piece of the monster's fat, then knelt down, holding a flint in both hands and pounding it.
The sparks ignited the dry moss, and the flames jumped up. The oil on the fat was heated and dripped into the fire, burning more violently.
Taibo stood on the coast, waving his arms in the distance, shouting loudly: "I'm here~!"
Sure enough, the fleet at sea turned around and accelerated towards him.
Two hours later, when the light gradually faded, the fleet sailed into the beach in front of Taibo.
Taibo was surprised to see that all the sea surface in front of him was occupied. Looking around, the white sails covered the sky and the sun, and there were only four to five hundred ships in number.
Each of these ships was several times larger than the monster in front of him.
The boat was crowded with people, but they were obviously not barbarians, but Taibo was sure that they were not Rumans either.
A black hill suddenly appeared from behind the fleet, hanging more than ten feet above Taibo's head, and was about to fall down and beat him into a meat pie.
Taibo screamed and hurriedly escaped.
But this black mountain flying in the sky seems to be alive. Wherever Taibo hides, it follows him and keeps flying above Taibo's head.
In the end, Taibo was so frightened that he fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands and shouting in fear.
At this time, a human head poked out from the black mountain above his head. He laughed loudly at Taibo on the ground. He said in a hoarse voice contemptuously: "What? It's a savage."
Taibo raised his head carefully, and the black mountain above his head actually flew away. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, several shining swords were already placed on his neck. The cold air coming from the blades frightened Taibo to the point of freezing his hair.
stood up.
"Who are you?" Taibo asked in a scared voice.
They seemed to be more interested in the monster. Several people in gorgeous clothes gathered around the monster's body and commented on it.
"Good guy, if we get pushed by it, our boat will capsize."
"I have never seen such a big fish. What is this thing called?"
"It is recorded in the natural history that this thing seems to be called the Dragon Whale Beast. I heard it is a monster that lives in the deep sea. It can use advanced water magic. The water column it sprays can penetrate the ship. It is very scary."
"Huh, fortunately this is dead."
"In the evening, the whole army will have a extra meal, stewed monster meat."
"Okay, okay."
Several people held Taibo down without speaking, as if he was of no importance. After being left out for a long time, the barbarian Taibo's self-esteem was hurt. He struggled violently and shouted: "Who are you? Are you sent by the God of War to defeat Ru?
Man’s?”
Several people surrounding the whale carcass turned around after hearing this and looked at Taibo, who was as dirty as a savage on the ground. A middle-aged man in the lead sneered contemptuously and said: "Yes, we are here to fight the Ruman people.
But it's not your poor war god Rohan who doesn't know where he is hiding.