Dikixi City is the capital of the Dikixi region. Before the war broke out, it originally belonged to the Kingdom of Rutherland, a country that was not well-known on the mainland.
According to universal values that apply everywhere, such a weak country must be annexed by others, but there is no oil or water here at all.
The country is densely hilly and rocky, and the land suitable for farming is rare and precious. It can be described as a barren land.
Of course, the people living in this poor and remote land are all unruly people.
The folk customs of Dikixi are extremely tough.
Due to the harsh natural environment, the Dikish people have little livelihood other than herding sheep. But as long as people live, they must eat and live.
In order to gain enough food and space to survive from limited resources, this place is full of forest laws of the weak and the strong.
In the constant competition and elimination, in order to survive, you have to do whatever it takes.
Therefore, the blood of those herdsmen who make a living by herding sheep is full of the cruelty and ruthlessness of wolves.
When nothing happens, everyone gathers a group of people to do business without capital, or join others in the promising career of mercenaries.
These brave herdsmen often draw their swords at each other if they disagree with each other, causing blood to spread every step of the way.
The most famous one is the scimitar from the Dikish area.
Although it is made using extremely primitive earthen methods, it is extremely sharp. It is top-heavy, has a thick back and a thin blade, and is shaped like a dog's leg. It is very suitable for hand-to-hand slashing.
It is said that a person's head can be easily chopped off with just one strike of the knife.
The entire Dikirch region is full of violence, chaos and disorder just like these ferocious shepherds.
The control of the nobles is limited to the small piece of plain in the area of the city of Dikirch. As for it, even the king's order cannot be used outside the city.
The Dikish shepherds who are full of liberal spirit will never pay a penny of taxes to the nobles. If they offend them, they will sneak into the noble master's house and pick a few gourds or something.
But since the Semites arrived, everything has changed.
The noble lord of Dikish City ran away as if his buttocks were on fire.
The remaining Dikish people did not take this seriously, and they did not think it was a big deal to replace someone in the city lord's palace.
The brave and hardworking people of Dikish have been doing this for hundreds of years.
But the Semites soon taught them a very vivid lesson, letting them know what effective rule means.
When these daring shepherds robbed a convoy transporting grain and killed all the people in the team, the furious Semitic general launched a large-scale raid on the entire Dikish area.
The Semites raised sharp butcher knives at them. They didn't ask who they were, whether they were men, women, old or young, or what they had done. They chopped off the heads of all the people they caught, or hung them from the eaves.
Let it go.
The good days are gone forever.
The heroes in the mountainous area could no longer survive. They either died or escaped.
The people who survived now also know that although the scimitars they have always been proud of are very sharp and very convincing, the swords in the hands of the Semitic masters are even more convincing.
They had to obey the Semitic masters, otherwise an army would come over and kill all their family members. Even the rat cubs in the family would have to be taken out of the mouse holes and smashed to pieces.
The latter sentence was spoken by the Semitic general who led the army in the massacre. Although the vast majority of Dikish people doubted the authenticity of that sentence, no one dared to try it themselves again.
They all lived their lives honestly and fearfully under the high pressure of the Semitic people.
Whenever he was sitting on a hill herding sheep to bask in the sun, the shepherd would take off his sheepskin coat, lean against a stone, look for lice, pick up the big ones, stuff them into his mouth, and bite them with a crackling sound.
While squinting his eyes, he thought back to his happy and wonderful life.
Then every first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, they would drive the sheep to the city, endure the heartache of bleeding, pick out the best and fattest sheep cakes, and give them to the Semitic lords as taxes.
For the Dikihi people who are full of liberal spirit, this is definitely their most humiliating moment and the darkest moment in their history.
Due to the serious lack of resources, for them, every sheep, their lifeblood, is a necessity for their lives. If one sheep is missing, it means that their wives and children will be hungry for ten days and a half.
.Sometimes, even a chance of survival.
But the Semites were really too powerful, so powerful that they didn't even dare to look up to them.
Originally, they thought that such a life would last for a long time.
However, the Dikish people with a keen sense of smell suddenly discovered that since the arrival of the New Year, the situation seems to be a little different.
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"Go away~!"
"Ah~!"
"..."
As waves of angry curses and screams came from the streets, there was a lot of excitement.
Pedestrians on the street all fled to both sides in a panic, hiding in nearby alleys or sneaking into a pub.
The originally lively streets suddenly became quiet.
Only a few hawkers still persisted in their evil intentions and were reluctant to give up their belongings. They looked sad and hurriedly sorted out their things.
At this time, I heard the sound of "crack-crack-crack" military boots.
The citizens hiding in the Old Goat Tavern couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking.
Looking at the few vendors who had no time to escape, and then looking at the army striding over at the other end of the street, they all knew what was about to happen next.
But to their surprise, they found that the Semitic people just kicked away the Dikish people who were blocking them. They did not slap the guy severely as usual to make him remember a little longer. Or draw out the knife and directly
Cut off the head.
The humans following them also lowered their heads and shrank their necks, appearing uneasy, far less arrogant than in the past when the fox pretended to be the tiger's power.
Seeing this group of people walking swaggering down the street, almost everyone in the tavern had expressions of hatred on their faces, and their eyes were fiercely gleaming. Their eyes were fixed on the group of humans behind the Semitic people.
The few people on the road seemed to be aware of it. They turned around and looked around. The people in the tavern immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them.
These few human vassals looked at them with disdain.
The leader made a "poof" sound, spit on the ground loudly, and cursed loudly: "A bunch of eggless men."
In the past, the bloody Dikish herdsman would have drawn his knife long ago after being so insulted.
Such people are now extinct.
Those who were not smart enough had been slaughtered by the Semites. And the rest were all smart people.
Several human vassals snorted, and then walked through the street with expressions of victory.
When they heard the news at the corner of the street, the drinkers in the tavern, who were almost lying on the tables, cautiously raised their heads and looked into the distance.
There is no way these people can be careless.
The Semitic people were extremely arrogant. As long as they looked at any human being who had an unconvinced expression, they would kill them in the street. The conquerors didn't care about the law, their will was the law.
Looking at the place where the Semites and their human thugs disappeared, a drinker held a dagger in his hand and stabbed it hard on the table. His eyes seemed to be breathing fire, and he gritted his teeth and cut off a large piece of wood from the table.
The person next to him quickly stretched out his hand and threw a piece of tablecloth on top of the dagger. Then he looked around cautiously. If the Semitic people found him carrying a weapon, he would also be hanged.
Finding that no one was looking at him, he leaned close to that person's ear and whispered: "Brother Robin, be careful of people with too many eyes."
Robin patted his companion's hand, hid the dagger, took a deep breath, and said, "I understand."
He had just calmed down when someone on the other side of the tavern suddenly shouted angrily and cursed: "Those damn gangs of traitors, stinky pigs who sold their souls for fifty coppers. Sooner or later, they will be caught and skinned and chopped into pieces~!"
Someone hurriedly jumped up and covered the speaker's mouth. He looked around nervously and said with a guilty conscience: "He drank too much, talked nonsense, talked nonsense..."
Then he forcibly dragged the man away, cursing as he walked: "You don't want your life. If someone who hears you reports, you will be dead."
Several people left the tavern in a hurry. Robin looked at their backs and snorted, "Cowards."
The tavern owner also shook his head and sighed.
The people here all hate rape more than the Semites.
The human vassals that just passed by were not Derosi people, nor were they sent from the rear, but were out-and-out Dikish shepherds.
After the Semites arrived, they immediately took refuge with them and became their powerful dog-legged hawks, helping them massacre their fellow countrymen.
It was only with the help of some people who were familiar with the local situation that the Semites were able to catch the disobedient Dikish people so smoothly.
These traitors are also doing business without capital. They know exactly who is the local tyrant, there are caves where people can hide, and all the trails lead there.
At the same time, they also committed adultery, robbery, and other crimes, and their hands were filled with the blood of their fellow citizens. They were even more ruthless than the Semites.
The Semites also intentionally used humans to control humans, so they deliberately indulged them and gave them rewards. They were the executioners in all public executions.
All the heroes in Dikixi had relatives and friends who died at the hands of this gang of traitors. It can be described as a blood feud.
Robin's whole family died at the hands of them and the Semites, watching their eyes naturally spitting fire.
"Arrogant? Haha, they can't be arrogant for more than a few days, and now they have their tail between their legs." A person deep in the tavern muttered in a low voice: "My death is not far away~!"
Robin and his men looked at each other.
Immediately, he pushed his chair and stood up, holding a wine bottle and sitting opposite the man. He pushed the bottle over and said in a low voice: "Excuse me, what is the name of this elder brother? Which road is he a hero?"
"I don't want to be a good man. I'm just a driver. The wheel of food is business. My friends call me Lao Mula."
The man who called himself Lao Mula picked up an orchid bean and threw it into his mouth. It made a crunching sound when chewed.
Robin squinted his eyes and looked at the other person carefully. He looked at this guy with an indifferent expression, but his hands were covered with thick calluses. His eyes looked a little cloudy, but occasionally a light flashed through, but it was like
As sharp as a sword's edge.
He couldn't help but smile in his heart: This old Mulla was also of the same mind.
The so-called car and boat shop clerks deserve to be killed even if they are not guilty. This includes the guy opposite.
He doesn't look very impressive at first glance, he's just a guy who drives big trucks and does long-distance transportation. But in fact, he's also a gangster.
When transporting goods, I would take the opportunity to kill the owner of the goods and rob others of their belongings.
If you hire his driver, he will rob and kill all the men. If there are women and children, they will be resold by him.
The method is also very simple. When walking on a mountain road, just kick the person off the cliff. No body will be found, and no one will be able to investigate.
This kind of thing happens every day around Dikish. The locals know that if you want to be safe, you can only pay some protection fees and go with the large caravan.
Robin picked up the wine bottle and filled Old Mulla's wine glass, and said affectionately: "Brother Mulla, what news did you hear?"
Coachmen and porters travel in all directions, and they are the most well-informed.
Old Mula grinned, showing disgusting yellow teeth, lowered his voice, and whispered: "I won't hide it from you. Brother, I heard that the demon clan suffered a huge defeat in the east. Even the leading general was killed.
People were slaughtered.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and lightly scratched his neck, making a beheading gesture.
Robin was suddenly startled, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and asked: "Really?"
The Semitic people are invincible along the way, and no one can stop them across thousands of miles.
There are rumors that this is a thousand-year battle of fate. Thousands of years ago, the Semites were defeated. Now, the situation has changed, so they will continue to win.
Even the weasels in Nanshan spoke human words, saying: The Semites should rule the continent for a thousand years.
Although I don’t know whether it is true or not, the people were stunned by Dikishi’s ignorance and backwardness.
Moreover, the heroes of Dikishi had also fought against Semitic soldiers before, and they were no match for them. They were beaten to pieces every time.
In their view, it was simply impossible to defeat the Semites.
Robin looked at the table and murmured: "I didn't expect the Semites to be defeated so quickly."
Old Mulla picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then breathed out comfortably and said: "Beat them, but that... that..., you know, right?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to make a sign of the cross, and then pointed furtively toward the top of his head.
"Ah~!" Robin's hand holding the wine glass suddenly shook and said: "Luo...Sir Luo. That's no wonder..."
Anyone who is on the road knows that it is okay to rob anyone, just don’t rob the Feiying Group’s things.
There was once a person who didn't care who did this. Two days later, someone blocked the village gate and shot his head off.
According to the large number of people present, the brains were scattered all over the floor like broken tofu puddings.
That night, the aristocratic man in the city led his servants to wash away the idiot's camp and took back the things that had been robbed intact.
This was not over yet. A few days later, His Majesty the King sent a large army and turned the entire Dikixi side over. All the heroes were in a state of panic.
Everyone understands that the things of the Flying Eagle Group belong to the nobles, and they, the idiots, can't touch them. Although the heroes of Dikixi don't offend the nobles, they don't dare to provoke the nobles.
A thief can never defeat an official.
Even if they can assassinate a few minor nobles, they are just a bunch of chaos compared to the nobles who rule the kingdom.
"Lord Lorraine's people are about to attack." Old Mula poured a glass of wine higher than the glass, picked it up carefully, and drank it again with a slurp, saying: "They won't be able to live well for a few days.
Now, I’m not sure why I’m afraid of that~!”
Robin touched the dagger in his arms through his clothes, with an uncertain expression on his face.
Old Mulla seemed to have read his thoughts and said with a smile: "If you want to do it, do it early. When the army arrives in a few days, you will have no chance."
Robin's eyes rolled, and when he was hesitating, there was a sudden noise on the street.
"Look, there's something in the sky."
"What is that?"
"There is a house flying in the sky~!"
"..."
Upon hearing the excitement, all the citizens immediately ran out of their homes and stood on the street looking at the sky, shouting and screaming.
The people in the tavern shouted and ran out. The owner of the tavern also rushed to the door, jumped to his feet and shouted: "Asshole, come back, come back, you haven't paid me yet~!"
Robin also squeezed out, hiding behind the crowd and looking into the sky. He saw that in the eastern sky, there was really a black house flying in the sky, and it was flying very fast.
"God of light, what is that thing?" Someone couldn't help but exclaimed loudly.
Suddenly, a rapid alarm bell rang in the city. Along with the "dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang."
Old Mulla walked out drunkenly, raised his head and forgot to glance at it, and said casually: "It's just a war fortress, what a fuss, blah~!"
Look at the logo, it belongs to the Flying Eagle Group."
His tone was careless, and it was obvious that the old man was well-informed.
"So this is the War Fortress..." Robin smacked his lips as he looked at the War Fortress that was about to fly overhead. Business would become increasingly difficult in the future, and the Flying Eagle Group really couldn't afford to offend him.
The war fortress lowered to a height of only a few dozen meters above Dikish's head, and people on the ground could even see the vague figures behind the windows of the war fortress.
When the citizens on the ground stretched their necks to look at each other, a large piece of white stuff suddenly floated out from behind the war fortress and fell from the sky.
Robin could see clearly that they were small pieces of white paper.
The pieces of paper fell like snow, spreading in the air and scattering on the ground.
The civilians on the street immediately rushed to pick them up. White paper was very expensive. It was much more comfortable to use earthen tiles to wipe their butts home.
The war fortress that had been sprinkled with white paper turned around and raised its altitude, and the news was in the clouds.
Semitic soldiers and vassal troops appeared again, swung their weapons and attacked the citizens on the street, snatched the papers from their hands, and shouted: "Don't pick it up, hand it over!"
Those human subordinates stuck out their buttocks, gathered up the white papers on the ground, stuffed them all into the basket, and sweated profusely.
"Anyone who dares to secretly hide leaflets will be punished as collaborating with the enemy and will be killed without mercy. Hand them over!"
Robin folded the white paper in his hand, stuffed it into his sleeve, and then returned to the tavern.
The street was noisy for a while before it calmed down. Although most of the white papers were confiscated, many were still in the hands of citizens.
Robin opened the white paper in his hand and saw that "Sinner's Law" was printed in clear and neat fonts on the header of one side of the page.
The lower line of slightly smaller characters reads: His Majesty the Pope's Letter to the People of the Occupied Areas.