There is no doubt that Gus, who has followed his adoptive father Gambino to participate in wars as a mercenary since he was a child, is actually no stranger to the situation in the western countries of this continent.
I even have very deep memories of some castles, fortresses and towns where tragic wars broke out, after all, I almost lost my life several times.
As a warrior who has been on the battlefield to earn commissions since he was nine years old, and has been fighting, fighting, fighting all his life, trying his best to fight against his extremely miserable fate, he has actually been longing for his whole life.
Want to be loved, long to be accepted.
But the cruel reality has torn this humblest wish into pieces again and again.
This is why after joining the Eagle Group, Gus attaches so much importance to his companions.
Because in his mind, it was the only place that gave him a sense of belonging.
Especially Griffith, who was technically the first best friend to resurrect his dead heart, while Casca was the only one who could make him feel responsible and want to spend his life with him.
woman.
But just like these two people who were extremely important in his eyes, there was an explosive scene where one of them raped the other in front of him after becoming a demon.
Therefore, the overwhelming hatred not only comes from the humiliation, pain, and torture, but also comes from the strong feelings that have been given and betrayed.
Griffith not only betrayed Guts, but also betrayed the trust, admiration and following of the entire Eagle Order.
The most important thing is that this is not the first betrayal Gus has encountered in his life.
To be precise, when he was young, he was betrayed by his adoptive father Gambino, who sold him to another strong bald mercenary for a mere few silver coins and ravaged him for a whole night.
Afterwards, he even pretended not to know and fooled him.
If it hadn't been for the fact that after Gambino broke his leg, he became increasingly unbalanced and eventually became so jealous that he wanted to kill his adopted son to vent his anger, Gus would never know the truth of the matter.
At that time, he also gave his adoptive father great trust and even handed over all the money he earned, just to win the other's approval and stop being a freeloader.
But what’s the result?
When he subconsciously killed the other person in self-defense, he actually learned from Gambino that the adoptive father had always resented him and felt that he was the son of a devil who brought misfortune.
Therefore, the adoptive father has never really accepted him as a family member. Instead, he has been using various despicable methods to exploit him and humiliate him.
The day Gus killed Gambino was the last time in his life that he cried helplessly like a child.
Perhaps this moment was the key turning point for him from a child to an adult.
Because he finally knew that, except for the adoptive mother who dug him out of the dead body when he was just born, with the umbilical cord attached, no one in this world truly loved him.
But a few years after adopting her, her adoptive mother contracted the Black Death and breathed her last in pain.
Sometimes Gus even hates himself, feeling that he will bring despair and death wherever he goes.
Otherwise, why would his biological mother die just after giving birth to him?
Why did the adoptive mother contract the Black Death not long after adopting her?
Even his adoptive father, Gambino, might not have ended up like that if he hadn't been there.
Later, the entire army of the Eagle Regiment was annihilated and Casca's dumb look after being raped reminded Gus all the time that he was a disaster that would bring misfortune to those closest to him.
So after recovering from his injuries, he embarked on a journey of revenge. He no longer wanted to have anything to do with anyone. He just wanted to be like a lone wolf and fight against this damn fate in his own way, until one day he could no longer hold on and collapsed.
Until the next.
In other words, Gus is on a path of self-destruction.
As long-term loneliness, anger, hatred and other negative emotions continue to accumulate, the brutal beast that was bred in his heart is becoming stronger and stronger.
When Guts's current personality was swallowed by the beast, it was the moment when he completely fell into the law of causality of the God of the Abyss.
That's why the Skeleton Knight helped him again and again, and even took the initiative to arrange for him to meet the old witch and the little witch so that he could obtain the berserker armor he had used.
Because as a veteran, the Skeleton Knight knows very well that the greatest weapon against fate and the law of causality is not anything else, but "human nature."
So Guts must keep his humanity and never give it up for revenge.
Otherwise, it will become no different from those apostles and the hands of God, and eventually become part of the evil thoughts of all mankind.
Of course, Gus doesn't realize this yet.
He simply wanted to meet Zuo Si and find out how he knew about the grudge between him and Griffith, as well as information about the Hand of God and even the God of the Abyss behind them.
After all, he and Casca were the only ones to survive that horrific sacrifice.
Cascaia, on the other hand, was so mentally stimulated that she became stupid and stupid, and it was impossible to leak any information to the outside world.
So Gus had no idea how a foreign prince from the West knew all this.
You must know that even the nearest Kingdom of Mitland still knows very little about this matter.
With countless questions and curiosity, Gus followed the road westward and soon passed through one town after another, constantly inquiring about news from Western countries in the taverns along the way.
It turned out that I didn’t know if I didn’t ask, and I was shocked when I asked.
Many of the countries and lords he had served for when he was a mercenary were completely destroyed by Zuo Si's armies attacking from all sides.
Thousands of named families alone have been uprooted, and some can even be traced back hundreds of years, longer than the existence of the country they live in.
But now in the face of the rolling historical torrent, all their acts of resistance have finally turned into overestimating their capabilities.
"I'm telling you, don't listen to the nonsense of those drunkards.
They secretly collected money from noble lords, so they deliberately promoted how evil, cruel and bloodthirsty their enemies were.
I want to use this to cause panic among the people, and then arm them all to die if necessary.
But as far as I know, there has never been any record of the kingdom's army robbing towns or villages, and there are also no rumors of massacres of civilians.
The only people they usually clean out are nobles and wealthy businessmen who have blood ties and interests with the nobles.
Not only will ordinary people not be made trouble, but they can also be allocated a piece of land of their own after the war is over.
Of course, the family that received land in return had to provide a young adult workforce to join the army.
And after training to become a qualified soldier, you can receive rewards and promotions as long as you perform meritorious service on the battlefield.
It is said that many generals who are currently leading individual armies have been promoted from the lowest level little by little."
A bald man dressed as a vendor sat opposite Gus, lowering his voice and shaking off all the information he knew.
Of course, the reason why he was so enthusiastic was not because he was talkative or had a strong desire to express himself, but because he had a few more shining silver coins in his hand.
"So you think this unprecedented war and conquest is a good thing for most people?"
Gus took a sip of the wine in his glass and asked in an uncertain tone.
Unlike Griffith, who is good at forbearance and highly sensitive to politics, he has always been a pure warrior. At the same time, he is also a rough guy in the eyes of outsiders. He has almost no research on social, economic, political and other things.
The bald man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't ask me, I'm just a small trader, how could I know these things.
But judging from the results, in all areas conquered and ruled by His Majesty Roald I, the living standards of the people have been significantly improved.
Whether you are farming, grazing, mining, working in factories and workshops, or joining the army as a soldier, you can at least fill your stomach without worrying about starvation or cold.
Moreover, nobility is no longer hereditary based on blood, but is awarded based on a person's contribution.
This is much better than when the nobles monopolized everything.
The most important thing is that small traders like us who make some hard money no longer have to pay a tax every time we pass through a territory.
So from the perspective of a businessman, I am definitely a supporter of His Majesty Roald I.
Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to remind you.
Don't be tempted by the high bounty offered by the local noble lords to work for them.
Because the kingdom's legions are equipped with gunpowder weapons on a large scale, no city walls or gates have been able to withstand the bombardment of large-caliber artillery so far.
Half a month ago, a group of desperate mercenaries went to the battlefield in order to make money. As a result, only three of the two hundred people came back alive.
One of them also lost a leg and could only live on crutches for the rest of his life."
"Large-caliber artillery? Are there many of them?"
Gus is clearly interested in this topic.
Because in the wars he participated in, although he once encountered a castle and fortress equipped with artillery, for example, his adoptive father Gambino's leg was blown off by artillery, but overall the number is very rare, and a castle can
Even if you have one or two, you are pretty good. In the end, you still have to rely on cold weapons to decide the outcome.
But according to the other party's description, the number and power of such weapons have obviously been greatly improved in Zuo Si's army.
He could almost imagine how desperate the mercenaries would be when facing the bombardment of several or even a dozen cannons with their flesh and blood bodies.
That's something that no armor or shield can stop.
Just when the bald man opened his mouth to say something, a loud rumble and slight vibration instantly caused the entire tavern patrons and even the residents of the town to panic.
"Damn! What happened?"
"I don't know! It seems to be the noise from the city gate!"
"It's...it's a cannon! King Roald I's army is coming!"
"What? This is impossible! Didn't you say a few days ago that the battlefield is far away from us?"
"Idiot! Will those despicable nobles tell you the truth? Use your brain and think about it. Our lord has not shown up for several days?"
"Oh - my God! You mean he got the bad news from the front and ran away with his family?"
"No need to ask? Why don't you run away and wait to be driven out and killed?"
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Accompanied by quarrels and curses, the entire town was trembling under the fierce shelling.
Many people who rushed onto the streets witnessed with their own eyes the collapse of the fortified city gates and walls, and felt great fear in their hearts.
But before they had time to react, soldiers wearing the iconic red and blue military uniforms began to rush in from the collapsed gap in neat lines.
Some soldiers, mercenaries and officers loyal to the noble lords still wanted to resist desperately, but they were all taken away by a volley of muskets from the line infantry.
The collapsed city wall, the bright firelight and the deafening sound, combined with the corpse lying on the ground and bleeding from the armor, formed a shocking scene.
After completing a round of shooting, the soldiers began to squat down and clean the residue in the gun chamber according to the procedure, then re-introduced the gunpowder and inserted the projectiles to complete the filling.
The soldiers following behind passed them and continued to advance.
Anyone who has evil intentions or wants to resist will be shot without hesitation.
Soon, this army occupied and controlled the streets and several important commanding heights in the city.
Then the leading officer ordered some locals to be recruited to clear a path through the ruins of the collapsed city gates and walls.
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Around the castle.
The young officer, who looked to be only 24 or 25 years old, didn't even bother to say anything to persuade him to surrender, and directly gave his men the order to attack.
"Fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, everyone, including Gus, finally felt the terrifying power of the artillery at close range.
Different from the original cannons that were placed on castles or fortresses, although these bronze cannons are still front-loaded smoothbore cannons, the propellant used is no longer the backward black powder, but nitrification, which is the most suitable propellant.
fiber.
After all, for Zuo Si, there is no secret at all in the technology tree on the road to the development of thermal weapons.
He only needs to tell those craftsmen what they should do and the process of making these raw materials, and he can easily create a bunch of things that look advanced, backward, and full of contradictions.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this is influenced to some extent by the "power of thinking" about the green-skinned orcs.
Otherwise, according to the normal historical development trajectory, there would be no such outrageous combination of bronze artillery and nitrocellulose.
Because before the invention of a stable and safe passivating agent, nitrocellulose was an out-and-out dangerous item. It was the kind of mass killer that would spontaneously ignite and explode if placed in a warehouse with an ambient temperature close to 40 degrees Celsius.
But for Zuo Si, solving these difficult problems that originally required a lot of experiments was just a matter of words.
If the overall industrial level had not improved too slowly and production capacity could not keep up, he would have even been able to create thermal weapons close to the level of World War I.
You must know that increasing steel production is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time.
The biggest problem encountered is the severe shortage of labor.
Yes, you read that right, there is a labor shortage.
Because when a large number of serfs and sharecroppers obtain land, they will not be forced into cities to become workers like the peasants in modern European history who went bankrupt in large numbers.
Especially in the extremely dangerous mining industry, the demand for labor has simply exceeded supply.
There are even some unscrupulous mine owners who secretly give money to merchants engaged in trade and ask them to go to other countries to buy defeated prisoners or refugees at low prices and bring them back to work as miners for themselves.
Although Zuo Si has ordered the abolition of the legality of slaves, the mine owners will use a contract of twenty to thirty years to turn them into legal slave labor.
As for the salary, it is only one-fifth or even lower than that of local miners.
Maybe the only good thing is that you have to take care of food and housing, although the food is a little worse and the place you live in is also a little worse.
If you are lucky enough to live down the tunnel for twenty or thirty years, you can still save a free pension to spend your old age.
However, the probability of this happening is not high.
After all, even if we exclude mining disasters that may be caused by structural collapse at any time, simply inhaling dust underground for more than ten or twenty years will cause extremely fatal damage to the lungs, and fibrosis is almost inevitable.
Therefore, most miners will not live for more than twenty years and will end their short lives suffering from severe coughing and suffocation.
They are like firewood that lights up this dark world, burning themselves to create a better living environment for future generations.
Regarding this situation, Zuo Si also turned a blind eye.
Because without a lot of external help, he has no good solution.
This is the pain that human beings must go through from agricultural society to industrial society, and no one is exempt.
If he relies heavily on forces from outside this world to speed up the process of industrialization, he will definitely not be able to close the distance between himself and the God of the Abyss.
In other words, promoting such drastic social changes is itself a way for him to communicate with the God of the Abyss.
Moreover, due to the rapid technological advancement, the equipment of the various legions under Zuo Si's command was also updated at an alarming rate, and the mixed use of nitrocellulose cannons and black powder muskets often occurred at the same time.
Cannons that use nitrocellulose as propellant are designed to quickly demolish strongholds such as castles and fortresses.
Most of the time, black powder muskets are enough to deal with noble armies that are still stuck in the cold weapon age.
Just like this, amidst the roar of artillery, the castle that symbolized power and status quickly fell.
As everyone expected, the noble lord fled with his family long ago, leaving only some abandoned soldiers and servants.
Although these guys did not put up too fierce resistance, and some even tried to surrender, they were all slaughtered mercilessly.
In less than half an hour, there was not even a living dog left in the entire castle from top to bottom.
On the contrary, this army did not carry out any form of robbery or plunder on the entire town, but only arrested a few businessmen and officials who had close relations with the noble lords according to the list.
After everything settled, order was quickly restored on the streets.
Although everyone was still a little afraid of this army, after discovering that they would give money when buying things, and even bargain for the price, they finally let go of their worries.
After all, it doesn't matter who rules. As long as the security of the town can be ensured and the taxes are not too outrageous, life can be lived as it should be.
Because they have not awakened their national consciousness, the common people at the bottom of this world have no so-called "feelings for family and country" at all, let alone fight for the interests of the noble lords.
About a few hours later, some well-known local businessmen, craftsmen and citizens were organized to form a temporary parliament.
At the same time, notices were posted in conspicuous places, announcing that the land originally belonging to the nobles would be distributed in the coming time.
Anyone who wants to farm but does not have land of their own can come and sign up.
Beyond that are some details about new laws, regulations and taxes.
Maybe a lot of the words sound very sensual and difficult to pronounce, but in general, the burden is definitely a lot lighter than before.
After a few punches in this combination of dividing the land with one hand and reducing the burden with the other, residents of the surrounding areas radiating outward from the center of the town soon began to shout "Long live Roald I".
As for the noble lord who fled to who knows where, he became a rat that everyone shouted to beat in a very short period of time.
Because those who were allocated the land knew very well that if the noble lord came back, he would not only take away the land in his hands, but also liquidate all the people who obtained the land.
Therefore, from the moment they joined the ranks of sub-regions, their use was closely bound to Zuo Si.
Then some families who obtained land were selected by lottery to recruit soldiers, and then they were reorganized and trained.
Guts, who was hiding in the dark, silently watched all this, and at the same time gave this army a very high score in his heart, even higher than the Eagles under Griffith's leadership.
many.
Because even in the golden age of the Eagles, all Griffith could do was to fight for his own interests under the system of kings and nobles.
But this army was able to crush the rule of the aristocracy like nothing else, and then win over a large number of civilians to its side.
The most important thing is that the opponent's strict discipline in combat, as well as a moral level that is many levels higher than that of mercenaries, are completely different from the traditional army he knows.
The most obvious point is that there is no confusion in the eyes of those soldiers, and they will not rely on drinking, looking for women and other ways to have fun to vent the negative emotions accumulated on the battlefield.
Just a few hours ago, Gus witnessed with his own eyes a soldier who had made enough achievements in previous battles to be promoted to an officer in public.
Obviously, what supports these soldiers in fighting is not money, but something else that he cannot understand.
Maybe it's some kind of firm belief...
It may also be an unattainable dream...
"Damn it! This feeling reminds me of my life in the Eagle Regiment."
Gus touched the painful mark on his body that symbolized the "sacrifice" and couldn't help but curse.
Just when he was about to get up and leave to continue heading west to see other towns under Zuo Si's rule, there was suddenly a piercing scream outside, followed by a huge thing rising from the ground instantly.
It looks a bit like a giant piranha flower. The inside of the flower is covered with densely packed sharp fangs, and is surrounded by countless squirming vines.
In just a few seconds, several civilians were caught and swallowed.
Is it an apostle?!
Gus's eyes suddenly burst out with terrifying murderous intent, and at the same time he was very confused that he had not sensed the other party's presence.
Because the mark on him is equivalent to an early warning device to a certain extent.
When monsters from the underworld, apostles and hands of gods are nearby, unstoppable bleeding and pain will begin.
The bigger the opponent is, the more intense the pain will be.
For someone at the level of the Hand of God, just being close to it will cause it to be so painful that it will lose its will.
It is precisely because of this that Gus can continue to find the apostles and hunt them down.
But the situation outside is exactly the opposite.
He has been in the town for a while, but he has never felt the other party's presence.
However, as a person who is not good at thinking, Gus did not hesitate for too long, but rushed out and pulled out the dragon-slaying sword on his back, and without saying a word, he struck with a powerful blow.
An old man who had just been entangled in vines immediately escaped from danger. After thanking him, he quickly ran away.
"Get out of here! You troublemaker!"
There was obviously a hint of nervousness and anxiety in the Piranha Apostle's voice.
"Are you afraid of something?"
Gus was keenly aware of this, and an extremely surprised expression appeared on his face.
Because most of the apostles sacrificed their humanity, they became very arrogant, arrogant, bloodthirsty, cruel, and often accompanied by the habit of cannibalism.
He had never seen an apostle who showed fear from the beginning.
But unfortunately, the piranha apostle obviously does not want to answer any questions, but frantically urges the vines extending from itself to restrain the enemy who is standing in front of him, and then swallows him in one bite.
.
But he obviously didn't know that the black-clothed swordsman in front of him had killed more than one powerful apostle. Both physically and mentally, he had already surpassed the limits of human beings.
Before the vines could get closer, Gus did not hesitate to swing the dragon-slaying sword and cut off all the surrounding vines.
Not only that!
He also raised his metal prosthesis, pointed it at Piranha's huge head, and fired multiple crossbow arrows that could penetrate armor.
The severe pain immediately made the apostle scream.
"Ahhhhh!!!!!! Damn ants! How dare you?"
"Sorry, you are not the first apostle I have killed, and you will definitely not be the last."
Gus took advantage of the situation and jumped to the roof, then jumped up high and slashed at the opponent's petal-like head.
But the next second...
He saw the huge petals suddenly open their mouths and spit out a cloud of red smoke.
Out of caution, Gus immediately chose to hold his breath.
But the moment he came into contact with the red smoke, a large number of extremely itchy red spots instantly appeared on his exposed skin.
The maddening feeling made him unable to hold the sword in his hand anymore, but subconsciously scratched it.
As a result, this scratch instantly caused all the red spots to break and leak out a pungent and foul-smelling liquid. It was also accompanied by indescribable pain, and the whole person fell directly from mid-air to the ground.
Bang!
Thanks to Gus's rich combat experience, he used the weight of the Dragon Slayer Sword to adjust the landing angle while he was in mid-air, otherwise it would be dangerous to break an arm or a leg.
But even so, his condition wasn't much better.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After all, there are only a very small number of apostles with supernatural powers like this, and most of them rely on their strong bodies to do whatever they want.
So he doesn't have much experience to draw from in this area.
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
Accompanied by heavy breathing, Gus, who had long been accustomed to being injured, still struggled to get up from the ground and looked for an opportunity to kill the opponent.
Unfortunately, he obviously underestimated the damage that red mist would do to the body.
Just when he lifted his feet and took a step forward, the severe pain that went straight to the central nervous system of the brain once again made his whole body tense up involuntarily and lost the ability to move.
The Piranha Apostle took the opportunity to pounce.
As the distance between the two got closer, Gus could even see the scraps of flesh and human blood left on the other's teeth.
Is this where I died?
Completely unable to move, he began to review his life in his mind.
But when Casca's figure appeared, his pupils, which had begun to dilate a little, focused again, and he endured the severe pain and swung the sword with all his strength.
"Hahahaha! Is this your last desperate struggle? It's so weak that it makes people laugh!"
The Piranha Apostle easily blocked the Dragon-Slaying Sword with his vines and let out a naked and undisguised laugh.
But the next second he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because a heavily armed team appeared on the roof of the surrounding building at an unknown time. First, they fired a round of fierce shelling that made the apostle dizzy and unable to find their way around. Then, they fired some black liquid towards the location.
When the apostle's body began to absorb the black liquid uncontrollably, his originally huge body began to shrink rapidly, eventually turning into a dry and thin old man.
He shouted hysterically as if he had a mental breakdown: "No! No! No! This is not true! How could I lose the power I gained after sacrificing so much?"
"Humph! He's just an inferior apostle of the fourth level. You don't think you can escape our pursuit, do you?"
The leading woman sneered contemptuously, then jumped down from the roof, raised her iron-booted feet and kicked the old man to the ground with a bang.
Especially since the entire head was almost completely sunk into the soil and blood on the ground.
It is not difficult to see from this action that she was deliberately humiliating this unknown apostle.
Seeing this, the other team members jumped off the roof one after another, took out some shackles engraved with mysterious symbols and patterns, and bound the old man's hands, feet and neck in them.
After all this was done, the woman turned around and asked Gus, who was already unconscious, "Hey! Are you not dead yet?"
"No...no!"
Gus endured the severe pain and increasingly weak body to respond.
He couldn't believe it at all that there were people in this world who hunted the apostles like him.
And judging from the weapons and equipment, the opponent is obviously much more professional than me.
Especially the black liquid that seems to be able to force the apostle to transform from a monster into a human again.
"Ha! I didn't expect you to be a tough guy! You are lucky to have met me, because I like tough guys best!"
The woman let out a hearty laugh, then took out a small bottle of green solution from her pocket and put it to Gus's mouth.
"Drink it in one gulp! Whether you can survive depends on your luck. Because this guy's ability is indeed a bit troublesome."
"Many...thank you very much!"
Without any doubt, Gus opened his mouth and drank the potion without hesitation, then lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the woman hugged him at the last moment.
A short man in the team saw this scene and immediately joked: "Hey! Is our captain planning to eat meat today? If I remember correctly, aren't you very picky about men?"
"Idiot! Keep your eyes open and take a good look at him! Especially the sword that fell to the ground!" Another team member next to him rolled his eyes and warned.
"Cut! Come on! How can a normal person swing such an iron block the size of a door panel? I bet it must be hollow."
The short man walked straight to the place where the Dragon-Slaying Sword fell, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and tried to lift it up.
As a result, I found that it was impossible to even lift it up with my own strength.
After he tried all his strength and blushed, but could not lift the sword more than half a meter, he let go and let the dragon-slaying sword hit the ground with a muffled sound, and then he gasped for air.
While exclaiming in an unbelievable tone: "Damn it! It's actually solid! Is that guy really a human being? Could it be an apostle in disguise?"
"He wields this sword not with both hands, but with one hand."
The youngest-looking boy in the team pointed to Gus' prosthetic leg made of steel.
"So now you know why the captain values him, right?"
"That's right! That's right! The captain obviously prefers tall, muscular men to little guys like you. So you should give up on that as soon as possible."
"Stop blabbering! What happened to the little man? I have participated in six missions to hunt down the apostles, and every time there have been no mistakes."
"Oh? Really? If I remember correctly, there was a poor guy who was almost injured by you and had to lie in bed for the rest of his life. If His Majesty hadn't been kind enough to treat him, you wouldn't have been able to
I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"Asshole! You sincerely have trouble with me, right?"
…
Just as the team members were laughing and scolding, the woman who was the captain suddenly interrupted: "That's enough! This is not a place for quarrels and bickering. Clean it up quickly, we have to escort this apostle back immediately to avoid a long night and a lot of dreams."
"clear!"
The little man immediately stopped arguing and hurried over a few streets away in a carriage covered with black cloth.
After a while, they packed the captured apostle and Gus into the car.
By the time the defenders arrived, there was no danger except for the ruins of destroyed houses.
"What's going on? What just happened here?"
The officer asked with a serious face.
The soldiers behind him even raised their muskets to surround the entire team. Anyone who made any movement would be immediately shot.
Faced with this situation, the woman who was the captain didn't care at all. She directly took out a badge and handed it over: "We are the seventh hunting team that belongs only to His Majesty. We are being ordered to hunt down an apostle who is trying to escape."
"Hunting team?!"
After confirming the authenticity of the badge, the officer quickly signaled his soldiers to put down their weapons, and he respectfully performed a military salute.
"I'm so sorry!
I didn't recognize you in time.
In addition, please allow me to express my most sincere respect to you on behalf of everyone in this town.
Without you, these damn man-eating monsters would have been hiding for who knows how long."
"You're welcome, this is what we should do. After all, this is His Majesty's original intention of training us. Well, if there are no other problems, we will leave."
After getting her badge back, the woman jumped directly onto the carriage and winked at another team member.
The latter understood it instantly, shook the reins vigorously, and drove the carriage slowly out of the city.
When their figures disappeared completely, the soldiers on the side couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "Sir, what is the hunting team? Why are you so respectful to them?"
The officer replied without thinking: "The hunting team is a special force established by His Majesty after the capture of the royal capital.
There seemed to be less than a hundred people in total.
Mainly responsible for finding and capturing terrifying man-eating monsters called Apostles.
It is said that even the most junior member of every team has the rank of captain.
Not only are they equipped with the most advanced weapons, but each of them has extraordinary abilities and can even release a supernatural power called magic.
Some people say that they are the sharpest sword in His Majesty's hand and the force that His Majesty relies on and trusts most.
Without their hard work, what happened just now would not be as simple as just killing a few people. Maybe the entire town would be massacred by the apostles.
Remember to be respectful when you meet them in the future."
"I see. Then how can I join in?"
There was a trace of yearning and longing in the young soldier's eyes.
After all, the rank of captain can already lead an army alone, which is almost the limit of promotion for ordinary soldiers.
Going further requires the dual blessing of luck and talent.
The officer obviously saw what his men were thinking. He raised his hand and knocked the soldier on the head. He laughed and cursed: "Don't daydream! Do you think that is a place where ordinary people can enter? I heard that in order to recruit people, His Majesty even traveled across the country.
Screening was conducted within the scope, and in the end, less than two hundred passed the screening.”
"No matter how strict the screening is, there is always a standard, right?"
The soldier covered his head and was obviously a little unconvinced.
The officer was obviously a pretty good person. He was not angry because of the seriousness of his soldiers. Instead, he explained patiently: "I'm sorry, I don't know what the specific standards are, but it seems to be related to some kind of affinity. In other words, this kind of
Talent does not depend on acquired training, but is destined from the moment of birth."
"Ah? Isn't this the same as the blood theory promoted by those nobles?"
The young soldier was dumbfounded on the spot.
"No, it's not blood, but talent.
It's like some people are born smart, some are born strong, some are born with good physical strength, and some are born beautiful.
Your Majesty just selects and trains these qualified people.
Moreover, the paths they take are different from ours, so you don’t have to worry about them taking away our promotion space.”
After that, the officer ignored the curious baby and began to direct his men to clean up the scene, restore order, and calm the frightened civilians.