Jack's face seemed to be drawn by countless thickened black lines, and the negative feeling was infinitely magnified, the whites of his eyes exploded bloodshot, his pupils were erected, and the originally slightly delicate face was so distorted at this moment.

"I ...... I'm sorry...... I am...... Ask casually. Dahl was startled and said incoherently.

"Ahh Jack covered his face with his hands and screamed, as if he had fallen into some great misery.

After a long time, Jack came to his senses and said softly to Du Yueming, "No, please let me tell me." ”

"You speak. Du Yueming posed as an audience.

Dahl also cautiously approached and ate melons quietly.

"My father, Jack Sr., was a good doctor, he loved life, he helped the poor, he was so kind. There was a time when I lived an enviable life, I had a wealthy family, a wonderful father, and a beautiful mother. ”

But that all changed since my father consulted the little bishop. My father was burned at the stake by the little bishop due to a slight omission in the operation, but perhaps because of God's mercy on the good people, my father miraculously survived after being consumed in flames. ”

Although he survived, he had extensive burns all over his body, and his body was wrapped in bandages, and his room was full of that smell and full of formalin in his memory. My father lost his job, and my beautiful mother was forced to remarry by my philistine grandfather. ”

"Since then, my father has been like a different person, he is a heavy drinker all day, and he and I live on the meager money that my mother secretly stood. ”

"I don't know what happened to him, he picked up his profession as a doctor again, but this time he didn't save people or make a living. He became enchanted with the thrill of the precise dissection of a scalpel, and his house was filled with many corpses of the freshly dead, poor and even dark-blooded. He admired the bloody thrill of a scalpel cutting through flesh, he reveled in the pungent smell of formalin, and his maniacal laughter was like a shadow. ”

"I was very scared. Everyone thought he was crazy. ”

Gradually, my mother began to stop sending money, and my father didn't even have the money to buy cheap corpses. To satisfy his last sick hobby, he turned his scalpel at me. ”

With that, Jack lifted his shirt, and his thin body was covered with countless large and small stitched scars, centipede-like all over his body.

No wonder this guy always hides in the corner and covers his body when he takes a bath, it turns out that he doesn't want to expose these things. Du Yueming thought.

"I almost forgot how many times he operated on me, and what he stitched into my body. The second half of my childhood was spent in the smell of formalin and the cold light of a scalpel, and fortunately, he finally died. ”

"One time he mixed up alcohol and formalin when he was medicating himself, and I set him on fire, and the devil was finally burned to death, when in fact he should have died at the stake. ”

"I wanted to go to my mother, but when I found her, I was in a brothel, she picked up too many customers, she had a bad illness, and when she couldn't make money, she was thrown into the firewood room and lay half-dead. ”

"It was winter, and it was snowing outside and it was cold. When my mother saw me coming, her tears fell, and she lit the firewood, and in the last shred of warmth, wiped away her tears, and said to me, "Live well." ”

"So I've been trying to live. I've been working hard to learn medical skills, and now I've even awakened my vindictiveness. Later, I found the man my mother had remarried, and dissected him in the same way my father had done to me. After killing him, I absconded all the way to the border to avoid being wanted, and joined the Holy Alliance in order to survive like you. ”

When the story was over, Jack let out a long sigh against the wall, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Du Yueming was quite surprised, he didn't expect that this silent boy still had such a past in his heart.

He often thought that his life in those years was miserable, but there are always more miserable people in the world.

To sum up, it is still an old saying, there is no worst, only worse.

But no matter how the story is, we have to put the cards off and go to bed, just like what awaits us is always tomorrow. People have to live.

The following days were still "high-intensity" physical training and tactical training. Of course, high intensity is true for most people, but not for Du Yueming.

This training lasted about a week, and the young recruits were on their way to battle.

said that it was a cannon fodder battalion, of course, it was impossible for the Holy Alliance to let this group of people directly fight against the high-level dark blood species, and simply send them to death, that would make no sense, after all, this person was also found by them with money, and it only made sense to reflect a certain value.

So the first mission of this group of recruits was arranged, located in the chaotic land between the walls of Malst and the Black Iron City. Due to the war, there are many dark blood species mixed in the wall of Marst, but most of the stronger ones have been directly wiped out, and what remains is only a large number of dark blood cannon fodder that the main army has no time to take care of.

The war has just ended, and the task of this group of rookies is to clean up the battlefield along several towns along the prescribed route. That is, stick to the town, destroy the surviving dark blood species, collect some valuable things by the way, and the most important thing is to save some survivors.

This group of rookies of thousands of people was divided into more than 100 small teams in units of 40 people, and went to different towns to carry out tasks.

It is worth noting that when the Holy Alliance was detached, the Holy Alliance deliberately divided the people in the same dormitory, and the intention was obvious, because if people are more familiar with relational creatures, they can take care of each other on the battlefield, so as not to die in vain, and there are good people to collect corpses at critical moments. This maximizes the value of rookies.

The destruction of the bones in the hands of the Dark Blood Species will be considered a great insult by humans, and helping comrades to collect the corpses is not only a matter of being able to go in their own hearts, but also the officials of the Holy Alliance will also reward them with certain military merits. No matter what, as long as they go to the battlefield, they are all warriors, and they all contribute their real strength to the stability of the inland of the Terran continent, no matter what kind of people they are or how humble they are, they all deserve to be respected. This is the official reason given for the collection of the body.

Corruption, evil, greed, justice, humility, nobility, faith, emotion...... Human beings are always drawn to these complex words, like a community of contradictions.

According to Du Yueming's recent personal experience, the organization of the Holy Alliance may be such an existence, and many regulations are complex and contradictory. But for the Holy Alliance, there is something, probably similar to faith, even if trouble will cost lives, to defend.

A tactical backpack, two cheap uniforms, a portable whale oil lamp, a more powerful musket, and a decent alloy weapon are standard for recruits.

The rookies are ready to go.

After dawn, the sky shimmers.

The magic energy tower next to the rookie camp in the Black Iron City began to operate early in the morning, and the dense energy steam spewed out wantonly like a giant watching the warriors, the cranes operated, and all kinds of steam locomotives roared to transport the rookies or official soldiers to the center of the ground rail of the Black Iron City.

The underground rail is a huge steam machine, and people have built huge underground passages under the surface of the city to pave the rails for the operation of such machines. This kind of machine can not only relieve the heavy traffic pressure in large cities, but also is an excellent choice for transporting troops. In the underground of the Malster Line, such a track extends in all directions, like a spider web, densely connecting the underground world of the entire defense line, which can be said to be an important cornerstone of the human world defense line.

When the ground rail train slowly drove in front of him with dazzling lights in the dimly lit underground passage, Du Yueming thought about it so much, to put it mildly, isn't this the subway? It is nothing more than the decoration of some superalloy rivet gears, and the drive is energy steam.

It seems that the alchemy industry in this world has developed to an unprecedented height, and even the products of the next era such as the earth rail have been created. The craftsmanship of the craftsman is an amazing skill in any era, and the alchemist is the craftsman who built this age of steam.