At the end of July, the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly.
Since it was summer, the sun was too strong, and the hot rays baked the earth like flowing flames.
It has not rained for more than ten days in a row. The ground is covered with a thick layer of floating soil. The temperature near the ground is as high as 50 degrees. When you step on it, it is as uncomfortable as stepping on a fire.
In such bad weather, not even the cicadas have the strength to scream.
At the border pass of the province of Dotlins, a group of Semitic soldiers were all hiding in the shade of the trees, yawning, chatting without a word, looking very chatty, as if they were all
It's like not having a full meal.
Although the war between humans and the old government has passed, with the threat of great victory, the coalition composed of humans and the Semitic Republican government is currently expanding in all directions.
However, as a remote province of Dotlins, it has not been affected by the war. This province is really far away from the political center of Lingshan. My uncle does not care about it, my grandma does not love it, and the excitement of the Semitic tribe seems to be related to it.
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Although the situation is calm, the trade routes are now blocked. The war is in chaos, and no businessman dares to run around risking his life.
This originally bustling road became depressed because of this, and sometimes not a single person could be seen for days. But originally, on this commercial road that connected the east and west, there was a constant stream of caravans traveling between Lingshan and Leishan.
Absolutely.
Just when the soldiers were drowsy due to the heat wave, they suddenly heard the sound of rapid horse hooves: "Hua Hua Hua Hua..."
The soldiers suddenly became energetic. Just from the sound of the airtight hoofbeats, one could tell that those horses were definitely the best war horses.
The soldiers raised their heads one after another, put their hands on their foreheads, raised their feet and looked into the distance. They saw several high-rising smoke and dust approaching rapidly in the distance.
The dust gathered into clumps and flew high into the sky. It was indeed a group of cavalry.
The soldiers jumped up in a hurry, flashed all the swords in their hands, and blocked the road with a fierce look.
Since the trade routes were blocked, no one could extort money or, to put it more elegantly, confiscate tolls for many days.
For the soldiers who set up cards to collect charges, this is not only a shame, but if they tell it, they will be laughed at by their colleagues, which is really embarrassing to the road hogs.
Moreover, the most important thing is the real benefits - my family members are all waiting for me to take the money home and buy rice to cook.
Many of them are temporary workers, asking relatives to find friends and spending money to get into the queue at the toll station. They are no better than regular workers.
Even though this threshold is small, like all functional agencies, it is seriously overstaffed.
They, the temporary workers, did the most work but received the least money. They could only get a few dozen silver coins as a monthly salary, which was not enough to buy noodles and salt for the whole family, so they lived on the little tolls collected.
There was no business for more than half a month, and many people's eyes turned green.
Some people even rolled up their sleeves, intending to make a good fortune, buy some meat, and have two bottles of wine to quench their gluttony.
Then a group of black figures appeared at the end of the road. In the heat wave, their figures twisted and deformed, like a group of legendary Hell Knights.
A team leader stood up in front of the pass and suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.
The knight was very fast, and in a short time, he was already close.
The team leader shook his head to get rid of this bad feeling. The business had not been open for a long time and could not wait any longer.
He hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and shouted loudly: "Stop, whoever is coming~!"
"Hey~~" The knights on the opposite side hurriedly stopped their horses, and the horses' hooves kicked up a large amount of dust, flying everywhere, and the captain of the squad coughed and coughed a few times.
The smoke slowly dispersed, and the knights on horseback straightened their backs and stared at them condescendingly.
Seeing the knight's uniform movements, the soldiers couldn't help but secretly cheered: "What a good horsemanship~!"
But after calming down and taking a closer look, I found that the people opposite were a little strange, not looking like fat sheep.
All of them were wearing colorful clothes made of different colors of cloth, just like beggars, with a bunch of messy bits and pieces pinned to their clothes, and I didn't know what they were for.
On the belt around his waist were a dagger and a cowhide sheath.
The weirdest thing is that they are carrying a long black pipe on their backs, which looks like a fire stick.
Moreover, the war horses under them are all fat and strong, with large hooves and long bodies, and are unusually powerful horses. They are obviously the best war horses.
Poor soldiers like them, even if they don't eat or drink, they can't afford such a good horse in ten years.
The leader of the team couldn't help but secretly murmur in his heart: In this world, can a beggar ride a horse well? Could it be that being a beggar is very profitable now?
But at the same time, he was also relieved.
Since the other party is a beggar, he must have no backing.
They may have stolen these horses from somewhere. Anyway, the war is now in chaos, many places have become a state of government, and bandits are rampant.
I can't help but find some random charges to arrest them, then take the horse to the market and sell it for three to five hundred gold coins, which is enough to cover the expenses for a year.
The more the team leader thought about it, the more it made sense, and the more he thought about it, the happier he became. At that moment, his mind became hot, and he didn't even ask about the other person's origins, but just winked at the people next to him.
The soldiers also laughed ferociously at that moment, spread out in all directions, blocked all the knights' retreat, raised their spears and swords, and pointed them at them.
The leading knight couldn't help but was startled. He looked back and found that those people were approaching with malicious intent. He became furious, pressed his hand on the leather holster around his waist, and shouted sternly: "What do you want to do?"
The other knights also shouted angrily, and at the same time they took off the iron pipes on their backs and held them in their hands.
Immediately afterwards, a "click-click" sound of metal collision was heard.
The squad leader smiled coldly, raised his head, and said proudly: "Two days ago, there was a case of murder and horse theft, and it was reported that it was related to a few beggars.
I think you are quite suitable, so I would like to invite you to the Yamen for a thorough investigation.
This is also official business and I hope you will cooperate.
You don’t have any other intentions. I just want you to be a little aggrieved and cooperate.
Our yamen is very fair and private.
As soon as we verify that it is not you, we will naturally apologize and release him as soon as possible."
After hearing what he said, all the soldiers around him grinned.
Since ancient times, the yamen opens to the south, and if you have money, don't come in. This saying is not for nothing. If you go in, you will have to shed your skin even if you don't die.
Everyone is very clear about these tricks: Although the team leader's words are beautiful, in fact they are specifically used to deceive stupid people.
If you really believe him, you are an absolute idiot.
All those old officials are as cunning as ghosts.
As long as these guys with no background or background go in, they can always find some reason to strip off the poor fool's skin.
They even randomly found a few public cases, planted them on their heads, and then beheaded them randomly, or they were sent to the army, or they were killed in various ways.
No one will take care of it anyway.
And they are successful in solving crimes, receiving awards, popping champagne, running away with friends, and spending their money accordingly.
These soldiers looked at the beggar knights with great schadenfreude: a bunch of beggars wearing colorful clothes dared to ride such good horses, they all deserved to be killed~!
At first glance, they looked like a bunch of novice thieves who were just getting started. If the thieves were experienced, they would have sold the horse and left with the money.
The knight and the people around him looked at each other, and instead of showing any fear, they laughed out loud, as if they had heard a funny joke.
Hearing their laughter, all the officers and soldiers were frightened, and they vaguely felt that something was wrong: these beggars seemed a little too arrogant.
At this moment, the leading knight snorted coldly and said slowly: "I have been traveling all over the country for so many years, but I didn't expect that I would be blackmailed today..."
As he spoke, he reached out on his horse and before the captain could react, he had already grabbed his helmet and threw it high.
Immediately afterwards, he heard a knight behind him yell angrily, pull out a short iron pipe from his waist, and then point it at the helmet in the sky.
Immediately, a series of firecracker sounds were heard.
I saw sparks coming out of the helmet, spinning back and forth in the sky, flying higher and higher.
When the sound of firecrackers stopped, the helmet fell to the ground with a clang.
All the soldiers were startled and took a few steps back in a hurry, feeling at a loss what to do.
The leading knight said coldly: "Go pick up your helmet and have a look."
The team leader was quite puzzled. He walked over cautiously and took a closer look. Then he felt cold sweat on his forehead.
I saw that there were already seven or eight finger-sized holes in the iron helmet~!
If the opponent's iron pipe is aimed at my head...
He didn't think that a human skull could be harder than a steel helmet.
Although the temperature around him was extremely high, he still couldn't help but shudder. Then he looked up and saw the knight looking at him teasingly.
He suddenly woke up, stepped back several times, raised his hand and pointed at them, and said in a trembling voice: "You... who are you?"
The knight sneered, turned the short gun a few times between his fingers, and then whispered: "SS."
Although the voice was soft, the captain felt like thunder exploding in his ears when he heard it. He couldn't help but staggered a few times and almost fell to the ground.
The faces of the remaining soldiers also changed drastically, and they retreated hastily, rolling and crawling back behind the squad leader.
The name SS is notorious throughout the world and can stop children crying at night.
They are the most loyal lackeys of the terrible Lorraine. They wear terrifying skull badges on their hats. They are ruthless, fierce and murderous.
All of them have gone through the most brutal hell-like training, and each one has the powerful strength of a great magician.
The Semitic expeditionary force suffered a defeat at their hands. It is said that with only one division of three to five thousand men, the expeditionary force of one million people was defeated and routed.
At that time, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, and the sun and moon were shining brightly. The whole battlefield was filled with rivers of blood, and it was too horrible to watch. Even the most powerful lich fell into their hands and their heads were picked off and used as balls to kick.
Someone once told a joke that was not a joke, saying that the SS were all a bunch of murderous gods with their hands stained with blood. They could even jump into hell and drag out the devils of the abyss, leaving them to pick up soap.
As a country boy, I have little experience and knowledge, so I don’t know what is so scary about ‘picking up soap’. But when I think of the tone and expression of that person when he spoke, I also know that it is definitely something very, very, very, very terrible.
...terrible things.
The squad leader squinted his eyes and took a look, right? There was a silver-white skull embroidered on the badge on his arm, looking at him with a sinister smile.
His legs couldn't help but tremble, and he trembled: "You...you...what do you want to do?"
At the same time, I also made up my mind that if they asked me to pick up soap, I would definitely not do it even to death.
Seeing his frightened look, the knight's eyes flashed, and he said with a half-smile: "I'm not doing anything, I just want to send a letter to your Lord Governor. But looking at you now, you don't seem to be welcome.
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Well, I'll just ask the War Fortress to come over and blow up your Governor's Mansion first, and then we can continue talking."
With that said, he shook the reins and prepared to turn the horse's head.
Although the lordship is now an out-and-out wealthy businessman, he will not bend down to pick up a gold coin if it falls on the ground - because the time wasted is valuable.
Not to mention Shanxi coal bosses and Rockefeller oil tycoons, Sir Alex is running a monopoly business.
What is a monopoly? It means buying you something for one dollar or one hundred dollars, and you have to catch up with the discount store, maybe it is not in stock.
But even so, it is very expensive to take a tour of the war fortress, which is a mass murder weapon.
Energy crystals are transported thousands of miles from the human continent. The freight is terrifyingly high, and the quantity is limited. They will be of great use in the future.
So under normal circumstances, Lord Lorraine is still willing to reason with others by sending letters, and it won't take more than a few days anyway.
Of course, if the other party is unwilling to listen to Sir Alex's reasoning, then it will be the turn of the war fortress hung with napalm and heavily bombed to come out and reason with them.
After hearing what the knight said, the captain's face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
Not long ago, the Governor of South Ohud Province raised the flag of justice, announced that he had joined the republic, and made a first surrender. It was also said that he was promoted when he arrived at Akadelin.
The remaining governors of the provinces who were still watching were all angrily stamping their feet and cursing.
I didn't expect that this bitch would betray the revolution in such a way. If he wasn't careful, he would take the lead.
Everyone reacted and immediately raised their flags of righteousness and announced that they had also joined the ranks of the Republic.
In just half a month, all the spirit flashes were peacefully liberated, which greatly exceeded Lord Lorraine's expectations.
Sir Alex thought that he would have to cut off a few thorn heads, but he didn't expect that these guys were more efficient in taking off and landing than the Iraqi Republican Guard.
Those grandsons of the Republican Guard still have to be called one by one by the American devils.
It's good for the Semitic governors, they don't have to say hello themselves, they just say "hurrah" and they all change their signs.
The province of Dortrins is one of them.
After swearing allegiance to the Republican government, Provincial Governor Pars prepared several generous gifts and sent them to the officials of the Republican government.
Anyway, the money is not spent at this time. When Director Leo of the State Administration of Taxation comes to come and confiscate and impose fines, these small sums of money will flap their wings and fly into the treasury of the tax bureau.
The President, Vice President, Speakers of the two Houses of Representatives, Prime Minister, including Lord Lorraine, none of them were left behind. It seems that they have made great efforts to study the government of the Republic.
In the past few days, the governor-general has been waiting for a reply like a stupid wife waiting for a wild man. He is waiting to see if he can keep his position under the buttocks, or he will be fucked by Lord Lorraine.
For this reason, he even rushed from the provincial capital to this border town just to get a reply as soon as possible.
If he knew his reasons and the other party failed to deliver the letter, the old guy would definitely eat him alive.
Therefore, as soon as the team leader realized what he was doing, he rushed over to grab the shit and shouted loudly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, brother... Bah, bah, bah, uncle. This is all a misunderstanding."
The little dog looks down on others and has offended the elders. I hope the elders will forgive me and forgive me..."
The knight snorted coldly and said: "You damn bitch~!"
He paused for a moment, then changed his tone and said, "Then why are you still standing there and not leading the way?"
The captain felt as if he had been granted amnesty, rushed over and moved the roadblock, and then led the knights towards the city with a respectful look on his face.
The smart guards had already left, running like a gust of wind, to spread the news to the city.
By the time the knights arrived in front of the city guard's palace, the provincial governor Pars had already lined up his troops and was waiting there with important civil and military officials from across the province.
There was also a team of trumpeters who blew a loud and cheering welcome trumpet.
In addition, I didn't know that a group of children came from **, holding flowers in their hands and shouting "Welcome".
The scene was nothing short of solemn.
When all the knights saw it, they frowned greatly.
For the pragmatic and shrewd Naian people, time is money and time is efficiency. Such a waste of manpower and doing these trivial things is really unacceptable.
The two sides were far away, and Pars came up to him with a smile on his face, shouting loudly: "Welcome, welcome. On behalf of the province of Dotrins, I welcome all the warriors to come. Hahaha..."
Looking at his enthusiastic appearance, even though the SS warriors had been in battle for a long time, they still couldn't help but press their wallets tightly.
This smile is so familiar.
A group of knights were welcomed in by Pars, and then they exchanged a few greetings in the hall, and then the leading knight handed over the documents directly.
After Pars took it, he didn't open it, but asked the knight, "What's in here?"
The knight smiled calmly and said: "It should be an invitation."
"Invitation?"
"Yes, an invitation. Provincial governors are invited to report on their duties in the city of Akadelin, and to register for a training course for senior government officials." To be continued.)