Needless to say, what slave does not yearn for freedom, does not want to walk freely on the earth and breathe freely.

The first two are, and the reason for their yearning for freedom is simple - no one to drive them to work with a leather whip, to be able to eat a full meal and sleep soundly.

The fear is that they have been away from the mountains for too long, especially mature slaves like Achill, who know nothing about the mountains and the survival skills in them, and it is unknown if they are really thrown into the mountains.

The ferocity of the beasts in the mountains, Achill has seen with his own eyes, once a team of companions caught a small wild boar, originally thought that there was a good mouth, but the parents came to the door, he had never seen such a big wild boar, the back was higher than the war horse, the black hair was like an awl, especially the pair of fangs, which were two scimitars.

Although the boar was eventually killed by their combined efforts, their hundred-man guard also lost a full thirteen, one of which was a regular knight.

A wild boar is ferocious to this extent, not to mention those giant tigers and giant bears with even louder names, and they are not eaten alive.

Especially after a group of unscrupulous ghost slaves have emerged in the past ten years, these familiar slaves have completely fallen into the role that their grandmothers do not love their uncles, the Byronic people treat them as livestock, and the Andes people in the mountains take them as enemies.

In his father's generation, there were still people who fled back to the mountains when they found an opportunity, but in his generation, there were basically none, and even if they were, it would not be long before they reappeared outside the Bastille and were staked as ghost slaves.

Achill originally thought that in this life he would be like his father, lucky enough to meet a good master, allowing slaves to marry each other and give birth to the next generation, but with bad luck, he slowly died of never-ending hunger and fatigue.

The trajectory of his life was turned upside down overnight - the Bastille fell.

When he heard the news, Achill's jaw almost dropped, not only the lord of the city, but also those ordinary Bastille soldiers all day long, showing off how strong they were, how strong the Bastille city defense was, how abundant their supplies were, even if those mountain people in the mountains gathered tens of thousands of troops, there was nothing they could do with the Bastille.

Fifteen years ago, the Bastille was surrounded by an army of tens of thousands led by the self-proclaimed King of Andes, and the two sides staged a tragic offensive and defensive battle in the Bastille.

As a result, the king of Andes was not well prepared and could not hold on, so he had no choice but to withdraw his troops and was chased and killed by the city lord with elite soldiers, not only the king of Andes was killed, but also sent thousands of strong slaves to Bastille.

And now that the Bastille had changed hands overnight, their slave camp was blocked in the barracks before they could get out of the barracks.

Listening to the opinions of those chiefs, there were tens of thousands of Andis mountain people who attacked the Bastille, and the resourceful Sir Kleist the fox fled as soon as possible, and they went out to die in vain, so it was better to surrender directly, maybe the other party would remember the friendship of the same clan and give them a way to live.

In this way, the slave camp where Arciel was located disarmed and surrendered in a daze.

In fact, there was nothing to be disposed of, and there were no proper ordnance in their slave barracks, and the most commonly used ones were logging axes, stone pickaxes, and iron shovels, or they were kept in a unified manner, and only when they were working, they were distributed, and they were still under the supervision of regular soldiers, and the Byronians were even more wary of them than ordinary slaves.

During this period, no one came to co-opt them, but they summoned the former governors, held a meeting that was not long or short, and then ordered them not to go out of the camp without permission, otherwise they would be at their own risk, and then no one paid attention to them, not even the gruel and black bread of the past.

However, listening to the chaotic fighting cries outside the camp, hunger became less difficult, and I stayed up until noon, and the sound of all kinds of fighting was less, but there was a commotion outside the camp.

Later, I heard from the well-connected commander that the slaves who had been imprisoned in the Bastille were red-eyed, saying that they were all ghost slaves, and that they were going to be slaughtered together, but they were stopped by the young soldiers who had taken them in, saying that they were also miserable people, and that they should be given a fair trial.

Achill didn't understand what a fair trial was, but he still had a good impression of this young army, after all, the other party saved his life, and treated them as human beings, not only did he think so, but most of the slave army should also think so.

So, when the Boys' Army came to ask them to help clean up the dead bodies on the battlefield and prevent the epidemic, Archer was not so resistant to work for the first time.

Young, clean, neat and gentle.

This was the first impression that the boys' soldiers made on Achill, and that heroic self-confidence made him secretly ashamed, and that kind of self-confidence was completely different from the confidence of the Bastille soldiers.

The self-confidence of the Bastille soldiers was based more on arrogance and the whip, while the self-confidence of the boys' soldiers was not manifested by trampling on others, but from the bones.

He wants to be like that, too.

Archer didn't know exactly when he was born.

When did you see the first boys' army?

Or when the boy soldier who was sweating together in the night handed him a piece of jerky?

Still listening to them singing Faetevo as they worked, it was a really nice song, and although he couldn't understand most of the lyrics, he was still infected by the melody.

Later, I heard them talk about the story of a heroic man who swore to the death against the slave hunters, and it was the war song of the Andes themselves.

Achill made another decision in his heart, he wanted to learn this song, he had memorized two lines, the melody had been flowing in his heart, and he believed that in dozens of nights, he would definitely be able to learn it.

The decisions Archill has made on his own in his life have not done as much in these two days.

But it was the commander of the Boys' Army who had the greatest impact on him, he had never seen a commander who would shed tears for the death of his men, and he had never heard such a heartfelt eulogy.

What the rest of the people were thinking, Archer didn't know, and it would be worth it if someone did it after his death.

What he saw and heard in a day and night had a great impact on Achill, and even if he later learned that the Andes army that had captured the Bastille was far less than he imagined, he couldn't raise the slightest other idea, and he wanted to see if there were any other differences in the other party.

When he returned to the city, Achill found that the Bastille had become almost unrecognizable, and the boys' soldiers who were shuttling back and forth, dressed in sackcloth robes, with sackcloth wrapped around their faces, only revealing a pair of piercing eyes, could these guys fly? When did they come here when they buried their bodies together outside the city at night?

Achill would not admit that the young man with a smile at the front was the one who handed him the jerky.

Achill is a person with a heart, and has been secretly observing, the number of young soldiers is not large, only three or four hundred people, as for those big men and those mountain people, their words and deeds are not different at all, even if they are wearing the same clothes, they can be distinguished at a glance.

The Bastille is now sprinkled inside and out with a layer of white lime, a building material that has only become popular in the last decade or so, obtained by calcining various types of stone.

It is said that it was invented by an Andis mountain slave, and Achill was the master of the craftsman, who cut wood and quarry in the Bastille, and did most of it for their own use, which was a side business of the Bastille.

Although lime is not a rare thing, but it is also time-consuming, transported to the capital, the price is also good, now as paving ash sprinkled everywhere, is it a bit too luxurious, too loser?

However, in view of the different performances of the boys, Achill decided to wait and see what happened, and not jump to conclusions in his mind.

On both sides of the city gate were more than a dozen half-deep puddles, and everyone who entered the city had to throw away their original clothes and soak in half of the hourglass.

If the original clothes are lost, they will be lost, anyway, they are all unclothed, they are all wearing rotten linen clothes for I don't know how many years, and they are not distressed, and they jump into the puddle to soak in half of the hourglass, and the problem is a bit big.

It was a lime puddle, and the lime puddle that had just been added to the quicklime not long ago, was steaming hot, and it looked like it was about to open, and if one jumped into it, even if he did not die, he would have to peel off his skin.

Just now, the people of the Young Army said that this thing can be disinfected and prevented, and Archier's doubts have increased greatly, if this thing can be disinfected and prevented, those noble lords have not long ago treated this thing as gold and silver pimples and hid it in their castles, is there still something in this world that those noble lords don't know?

But Achill's mind was not on it for a moment, but he looked at the cauldron inside the Bastille, the food tasted so damn good.

Especially the white flowers, what is called steamed bread, I don't know how to eat, but it smells no worse than freshly baked white bread, even if it is hundreds of meters away, you can smell it clearly.

There is also the salty soup, which should be stewed with cabbage and salted beans that have just been harvested this year, and the most important thing is that Achill also saw the meat and bones in it, although there are not many in everyone's bowl, only one or two pieces, but it can't hold it back, it is half a fist, and it can't stop dripping down just by smelling saliva.

No, you can't wait any longer, if you wait any longer, you'll be ruined by those foodies who are one step ahead, you're all burping, and you're still walking around in front of the rice pot?

Not to mention soaking half of the hourglass in the lime puddle, even if he drank two sips of Achill, he had just seen the young young army commander and the famous skull-crusher McGee also enter the lime water, and soaked enough time before entering the city.

Achill quickly took off the rotten linen clothes he had worn for I don't know how many years, and threw them into the fire pit, without feeling the slightest distress, pinching his nose and jumping into the lime puddle, using great perseverance, so that he did not scream like the others.

Because it sounds humiliating, like the howl of a pig when it is slaughtered.