"It's not easy, if you can eat bread today, you won't know what to eat tomorrow. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In a remote village southwest of Subic, a few robbers were now around a campfire, munching on roasted blackened meat bones and eating dry bread that was not much softer than bones. In the corner not far from them, an old woman was huddled, squinting as if she were sleeping.

"Don't complain, it's a good time, and some bread to eat, otherwise I might be eating some of the woods today." Listening to the complaints of his companions, he took a bite of bread and persuaded him. The grunt fruit he just said was not referring to a specific fruit, but to a general term for those common berries in the wild. Because these fruits are difficult to eat and can have diarrhea if they eat too much, people who eat this fruit always have a "gurgling" stomach call, so there is such a name. For these little robbers who can't get on the table, eating those fruits to survive is commonplace.

"I'm not dissatisfied, but Buck, we can still find dry bread today, where are we going tomorrow? This bread is only enough for us to eat for two days, and what do we eat after that? What's more, Auntie is old, she can't eat those fruits anymore, and our bread will be a little less. As he spoke, the robber's voice was noticeably quieter.

"Don't think about Auntie's bread, this is our only relative, we died more than ten years ago. We can eat more grunt nuts and less bread, and we will always make it to the next village or town. The man named Buck whispered, for fear of affecting the old woman who had taken them in and kept them alive.

"What can you do when you meet a village? Because of Auntie, we have been left behind by the bandit group, and other bandit groups will not take us in, since the war, the most important thing is to become a deserter who has become a mercenary, and the bandit group does not need us, not to mention that we also have an old lady who can't do work and slows down the troops. On the other side of the fire, a robber was half-lying on the ground, holding a piece of wild boar ribs that had been gnawed almost the same, and said with some helplessness and dissatisfaction. However, it can be heard from his tone that he is not dissatisfied because of his aunt who has difficulty moving.

"We still have weapons, we still have strength, we can still grab them. It really doesn't work, we can hide our weapons and pretend to be refugees and beg for some food. Now there are wars everywhere, and there are so many refugees that we will not be discovered. Buck thought for a moment, then picked another bone out of the fire and gnawed it.

"No kidding, Buck. There were still 10 of us when we were kicked out, and we could still grab it when we came across a small village. But now there are only five of us left, and you are the only low-level warrior, not to mention that one of us is an old lady who can't walk, and we can't beat the people of those villages, and hoes and shovels will kill people. As for begging, it's such a mess now, the food is concentrated in the hands of those rich and mercenaries, they won't give it to us. "The robber from before threw the gnawed bones into the fire again, and leaned helplessly against the pile of debris behind him." In my opinion, we can simply find a village to be a sentry, danger is danger, there is always something to eat, and my aunt also has something to eat. ”

"I'm afraid not, it's not like we haven't tried." The robber, named Buck, chewed on the burnt flesh and swallowed with some difficulty. "There are so many refugees, there are too many of us, and there are very few villages willing to take in people from other places."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what the hell are we going to do?!" The robber who had complained at first threw the bone into the fire with great displeasure, and Buck picked it out again, patted the dust, and nibbled on the scrap of meat that had not yet been gnawed clean.

"Although the village is in ruins, there are still houses with good roofs, beds, untaken seeds and arable land that we can continue to do. We went out together to find the lone person and grab whatever they had. If you're lucky... Maybe we can still live here. Buck said what he thought, but it didn't sound like he had any confidence.

The other robbers were silent for a moment, and at last the half-lying robber sat up and sighed. "If only that were the case, we would have the land, we would be able to continue farming, and we would be able to harvest wheat to make bread, just like we did a few years ago. Let's take one step at a time, if we can really do that, whoever wants to grab our land, I will fight with him. With that, the robber lay down again and closed his eyes, and the snoring soon came out. The other robbers also stared at the fire in silence, knowing that it was just their own wishes, but they were also confused about the future path.

Buck stood up, trying to go out to the bathroom, and then stayed outside for a while to calm down. But when he walked out of that door, he didn't know that he would never have a chance to re-enter.

Sharp arrows pierced his throat, his eyes widened, his hands flicked a few times, let out a dull cry, and he fell to the ground. After he fell, hundreds of "soldiers" armed with various weapons and armor of various materials rushed into the village, and the house where the robbers hid was immediately exposed to them under the light of torches.

The old woman was woken up by the shouts of murder, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the heads of her nephews rolling on the ground, and the fright and sorrow rushed over her already confused brain, and she began to cry like a child, holding her nephew's body and crying, and her face was so sad and desolate under the light of the flames. At this time, the mercenaries and the crape myrtle militia of the town realized that the old woman had only half a leg, and a rough cane was the biggest motivation for her to travel. On her way here, Buck was holding her or carrying her.

"What are we going to do, are we going to kill her? We couldn't bring her back, there was no food to waste. A mercenary dressed in smuggled militia leather asked the militia captain who was taking the lead, and he reminded his captain not to do anything "stupid" with kindness. This helpless and incapable old lady was an annoying drag on their town, and they had enough of it.

"Don't kill her, those robbers are poor ghosts, and it won't do her any good to kill her. What's more, I also have an old aunt who has lost her teeth. The captain put away his blood-stained sword, threw a loaf of bread at the old lady who was holding the robber's corpse in agony, and then left with his troops, without stopping for a moment.

Two days later, when a mixed force of barbarians and goblins arrived, they found only a few stinking corpses and an old man who had just died. The old man had been holding a man's head, and beside him was a piece of bread that had gone bad...