The hell of civilization, the paradise of criminals. In that place, kindness was only humble pity, kindness was only the luxury of the weak, and at that time, the Yigan Plateau was a paradise for revolutionaries.

Terry's Autobiography—Volume 6

The Iyan Plateau is the border between the Blue Banner Empire and the Jibulati Empire, although it belongs to the land of the Empire, but because of the barrier of the Fujlar Mountains, the Blue Flag Empire only declares sovereignty and does not send troops and administrative personnel.

On the other side, the Jibulati Empire did not dare to involve this place because its national strength was relatively weaker than that of the Blue Flag Empire, so this place became a zone where the two empires "did not care".

Although I'an is located on a plateau, the land is barren, and there are no rich minerals, but because of its special location, it has become a paradise for all kinds of criminals in both countries.

Today, as usual, Nabu carried the rifled rifle on his back, and drove his few sheep and rode a thin black horse, slowly wandering around the meadow.

This year, there is not much rain on the plateau, many meadows have withered and yellowed, and the Nabu family does not have a fixed fine pasture, so they can only follow the footsteps of the Yaragbu River to graze.

Legend has it that the Yaragbu River, in the language of the I'an Plateau, is a small river that is constantly moving, and legend has it that this river is one of the many long hairs of the goddess of the snow-capped mountains, and it will constantly drift along the vast grasslands with the wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains of Kamputla.

But Nabu didn't care about that, he just silently calculated when the Kazan, who had bought the wool, would come over.

Although Nabu hated the treacherous Kazans, he was concerned about the delicious barley wine in their hands, but these Kazans would only come once if the sun god rose from the east more than 50 times.

"Bang"

A rough gunshot woke up Nabu, who was drooling, and the long-term lonely grassland life made Nabu's vigilance very high.

At the moment when the gunshots rang out, Nabu had already turned over and dismounted, removed the rifle from his back, and quickly pulled the bolt, pointing the muzzle in the direction from which the gunfire came.

But when Nabu saw the situation in front of him clearly, he was so frightened that he threw away the broken rifle in his hand, raised his hands tremblingly, and walked out from behind the thin horse.

More than 30 ragged and gray-faced soldiers were pointing their guns at him, and the rifles in their hands were not their own old broken rifles.

"You, come here. Tell us how far we are from Zambunal? ”

A soldier with a bandage on his head stepped forward and asked Nabu in a stiff Ikan language.

"Guests of the Central Plains, I am willing to dedicate all my property to you, and please don't shoot the distinguished guests, poor Nabu still has old people and children to support."

Looking at the muzzles of the black holes, as well as the more than 30 pairs of wolf-like eyes, Nabu's body was already shaking like chaff, and where could he clearly hear the soldier's unskilled Yiyan language.

"Brothers, put the gun down first."

Ensign Sean, who was carrying a command knife, although he couldn't understand what Nabu said, he knew from his appearance that it would be difficult to ask why if he didn't calm down the herdsman in front of him.

"Whoa!"

Although the faces of the soldiers were full of exhaustion, and some were even staggering, after hearing the officer's order, they put away their rifles in unison.

"William, you go over and tell him that we are soldiers of the Empire, so don't panic."

"Yes, sir."

The soldier, who knew a little about the I'an language, saluted, ran to Nabu, and repeated the second lieutenant's words.

"Ahh Sir spare my life, I am just an ordinary herdsman on the grassland, I am not a criminal of the Empire, I can swear to the Immortal Heaven. ”

Unexpectedly, when William told Nabu that he was a soldier of the Empire, Nabu, who was already afraid, turned even paler, plopped, and fell directly to the ground, begging for mercy while swearing to the sky.

Nabu's appearance directly looked at all the soldiers stupidly, and he couldn't help but look at William with puzzled eyes.

"Hehe, this guy thinks we've been sent by the Empire to catch fugitives......"

Looking at everyone's puzzled eyes, William had no choice but to translate Nabu's words with a wry smile.

"Hahaha"

William's words amused everyone, but there was bitterness in the laughter, and they were the real fugitives from the Empire.

Maybe it was William's explanation, maybe it was everyone's laughter, and the panicked Nabu finally settled down.

Then things were much easier, and in order to thank these "chiefs" for their grace not to kill, Nabu not only promised to show the way to everyone, but also contributed a fat antelope.

In the middle of the night, leaning on the thin and smooth Yaragbu River, a group of shirtless men drooled and stared closely at the fat roasted whole sheep dripping oil in the campfire.

"Second Lieutenant, why is that herdsman so afraid of us?"

By the campfire, a young soldier couldn't hold back the question in his heart, approached Sean's side, and asked softly.

At this moment, Sean is shaving with a sharp bayonet, more than half a month of marching, the elegant mustache on Sean's face has long been gone, this moment is finally out of danger, Sean can't wait to tidy up his beard.

"Because we came to this place, as long as you have a gun in your hand, as long as you have strength, not to mention an ordinary herdsman, even if the emperor of the empire falls into your hands, you can kill it at will."

Sean laid down the bayonet flat, wiped off the beard that was sticking to it, and then said indifferently to the curious soldier.

"Ahh Kill civilians casually, then the laws of the empire ......"

This should be a recruit who has just graduated from school, and he doesn't know much about the remote imperial territory of Ikan, so he opened his mouth in surprise when he heard Sean's explanation.

"Brothers, whether or not you know what kind of place we have come, from today onwards, everyone must be on guard at all times, and in this place, in addition to brothers who can rely on each other, the only thing you can trust is the rifle and bayonet in your hand."

Ignoring the startled recruits, Sean put his bearded bayonet back into its scabbard, turned to all the soldiers, and said solemnly.

"Yes, sir."

Hearing Second Lieutenant Sean's warning, all the soldiers put away their eyes and looked at the fat sheep, stood upright, and replied loudly.

And Terry, who was studying a strange rifle by the river not far away, also heard Ensign Sean's warning, although he was a little curious about Ensign Sean's words, but at this moment his attention was already attracted by the rifle in his hand.

The peculiar rifle in his hand was the M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle rewarded by the system.

Terry, who already has a preliminary understanding of the system, of course knows that this is a prehistoric civilization, a rudimentary semi-automatic rifle, although the range is not much different from the Miller rifle, but it does not need to pull the bolt once with a shot like the Miller rifle.

After learning a little about the various characteristics of this rifle, Terry simply couldn't put it down, not only satisfied with the rate of fire of this rifle, but also surprised him with the accuracy of this rifle.

Although he has not yet had a chance to experiment, through the explanation of the system, Terry knows what this rifle with fast rate of fire and high accuracy means to him with intermediate shooting skills.