In the feudal era of the Middle Ages, advocating bourgeois revolution was tantamount to death, and if we advocated the equality of all people in socialism, we would be looking for death.

In Ash, the core problem of the feudal feudal system and the city-state is that the cruel natural environment is that the weak need to rely on the strong to survive.

The wild is full of fierce monsters, they are always in a cruel natural cycle, if they live in the wild, they are also putting themselves in that food chain cycle, and in most cases, ordinary humans can only become food.

A group of ordinary wild wolves can take away a family of six, and a pack of wild wolves is probably not worth a winter wolf monster, and a pack of winter wolves is just a domestic animal of the frost giant.

Of course, social reality will change, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse, although manpower has its limits, but some people can change the world bit by bit.

Sounds contradictory? In a certain world, the discoveries and inventions of "scientists" such as Darwin and Bruno have gradually announced the end of the era of ignorance, and the birth of magic technology, the popularization of elemental users and the power of the law are gradually weakening the gap between the strong and the weak, and the fall of the divine power of the Holy Light has also announced the end of the natural kingship in another sense.

Well, someone has probably seen that this series of changes has something to do with someone. He did play a big game of chess.

"Something. Can only be done. Can't say. When the time comes, the one who should come will come, and the fool who shouts 'It is coming, all the crowns are about to fall to the mortal world' will only be crushed by the wheel of history. ”

All along, someone just does it and doesn't say it, he knows that some things can only be natural, and he has never shouted slogans in his life. The intention of becoming the mortal enemy of the kings, after all, in this era of feudal kingship, it is simply equivalent to self-isolation from the world.

Someone just hopes that after sowing some seeds, after their own death, the rising productivity and social trends will make the world a little better.

But at least for now, the world is still underchanged, and there will be no less trouble.

"Robbers? How can there be robbers this season? It's official. ”

Fear. The most surprised to learn the news was the trio from the Northland.

....... may be better understood in other words. Rebels, the rebels of the Marquis of Stanley. I heard the news a few days ago, and they started fighting again. ”

Old Barton, who used to be a mercenary, is now a bar owner, how could he not know such news.

"Rebellion at this time? This is a holy war! A just war that involves an entire race. ”

Mary, who had just arrived in the Duchy of Sasha, was surprised, but judging from what she had said, she probably knew what was written.

"It is said that the Marquis was a devil believer, and his banner was marked with an evil snake head that devoured skulls. The great lords of the Templar Church had long since condemned it as a heretic, but they did not have the strength to crusade against an enemy so far away. ”

Gargoyles' vision goes far beyond that of ordinary scouts, and with a little aggregation of information, some frustrating new information can be obtained, and after sharing the information with a few leaders, arguments and discussions continue to play out in the carriage.

"Is it the devil who intervenes this time? It can't be our allies this time. ”

This kind of thing has happened a lot in recent years, human beings are not a very strong species, especially those lazy nobles who are in a high position just because of their bloodline, they have a lot of desires, they want to live forever, they want to gain stronger power, they want to get a higher status, "the temptation of the devil" and "the whisper of the devil" were just metaphors in the past, but now they are real threats.

The invaders of the different planes need strongholds, sacrifices, and enough souls, especially after the disappearance of the abyss master of the lower plane, many great lords have fallen in love with this once-in-a-lifetime carnival, and the activity of demon worshippers and cultists is at least a hundred times more than ten years ago, and the youth and power obtained through the sacrifice have made more "people" embark on this seemingly shortcut of no return.

Marquis Stanley, the powerful nobleman of the Principality of Sasha, raised the flag of rebellion not long ago, regardless of whether there was really a devil behind it, or just to intimidate his cowardly subordinates to follow him, he painted the mark of the devil on his military flag, apparently no longer regarded himself as an ordinary human camp and a courtier under Sasha.

Naturally, the principality sent a crusading army with the eldest son of the Grand Duke as the hand, and summoned a few big nobles to fight it, which seems to have happened last winter, and the two sides have fought more than a dozen small and medium-sized battles, large and small, and have not been able to distinguish the winner or loser.

And this has little to do with us, after all, the main battlefield is the territory of the big lords, and we are still a little far away, and as long as there is a war, there will definitely be defeated troops and deserters, and the danger of these guys is even above that of ordinary bandits.

If these defeated generals and deserters flee back to their hometowns, most of them will end up hanged directly, and if they are deserters from the rebels, they will have a few more wanted warrants on their bodies, and they will not even dare to go to ordinary cities.

Such a group of semi-professional warriors also have to eat, in the face of survival pressure, they are basically no lower limit, and the best way to support themselves is probably to be a bandit and rob the caravan in the past.

Under normal circumstances, only when the civil war is over, the victors have the strength to start purging those deserters, but now the civil war has been fought for more than half a year without being clear, and it is still too early to end.

The scale of the war is not large, the total number of participants in the war is less than 100,000, in front of me, who is accustomed to epic wars, it can only be regarded as a small fight, but even such a small fight can create hundreds of deserters, and a bandit group composed of dozens of deserters is already the sorrow of a small village and a small caravan.

Perhaps, this is the sorrow of being born in this era, the sorrow of mortals.

"They had dozens of ordinary people on their hands, they were supposed to be captives, and many of them were wounded. Are there any villages nearby? ”

"....... there is a village called Ranti Village on the map, there are only about 100 households, and dozens of professional soldiers can definitely take it."

"Lords of the neighborhood? He didn't send troops to suppress bandits? ”

"It seems to be a second-generation knight who donated money in exchange, and he has only been in office for a short time, and there are only a few dozen guards under him, so he may not have time to react, and even if he does, he may not have been beaten. It seems that there are natives among them. ”

As a professional mercenary who has been in the neighborhood for almost thirty years, the quasi-legendary Winston still knows a little about the surrounding lords, after all, this is also the most common employer for "powerful" mercenaries like him.

It is the duty of every lord to maintain the safety of his own territory, if other lords do it for him, it is equivalent to declaring war, and if he is not strong but must come forward, it is a matter of course to hire some trustworthy mercenaries.

And if he hadn't received this task, he would definitely have a sense of justice and would definitely go to the knight lord to recommend himself, and then take over the task and take his brother to get rid of these defeated troops in the dangerous township.

I nodded, Winston's judgment was reasonable, these deserters were not stupid, persimmons picked up soft pinch, lords looking for the weakest provocation, most of them also had local guides to save zài.

I asked the gargoyle to look into the distance, and in the direction of the village of Ranthi, I could indeed faintly see the light of the fire and black smoke, it seemed that these bandits had just attacked the village and were still on their way home.

And they are now lying in ambush on the hill of the official road through which we must pass, and I am afraid that they have also seen our carriage from a high place, and want to catch another ticket on the way.

The lavish carriages and the white horses pulling the carts were simply symbols of the great aristocracy, and the warriors with disorganized steps and uneven equipment were clearly mercenaries, which added up to a piece of fine fat.

"I'll go, quickly solve the hurry, I happen to have skeletons and zombies in my hands, as a former professional soldier, they shouldn't let me down." (To be continued......)