In 1434, the Poor's Guild of Boris clashed with the Poor's Gang, and as a result, the Poor's Guild was swallowed up by the Poor's Guild, and I, the son of the gang leader and the high-ranking leader, fled in disarray after the defeat of the fight, and only survived for life, but was captured by the nobles and sent to hard labor.

Yes, the team I belonged to was not really a soldier, but a hard labor battalion that carried weapons and dug ditches for the soldiers, not to mention that I did not receive any pay except for food, and as the only foreigner, I was often bullied by the hard labor who traveled with me.

At the beginning, when I was young, my temper was still very hot, and I found that this group of scumbags who were weaker than me actually dared to provoke me, and immediately resolutely fought back, but of course they couldn't beat me who had not recovered from serious injuries one-on-one, but they could be beaten in groups, and after being beaten by the group a few times, I gritted my teeth and endured it, and my temper was not as hot as at the beginning.

Although my temper is no longer hot, because I am strong and strong, they will insult me verbally and occasionally bully, and they will not dare to bully him like another foreigner. The emaciated other stranger, because he was targeted collectively, was finally killed before he even reached the front line.

After a series of unbearable and oppressive journeys, I finally reached the front, the land of the Dragon Colony, and this was the first time I had left Bourbon Island outside of my birth.

In this strange land, we, the forced labor battalions, endured the random whipping and angry scolding of the overseers, and began to dig ditches and build various military defenses.

At first there were people who did not understand why the ditch was dug, because the war with the Diaspora had not ended a few years ago, but the officers thought that it was unnecessary to explain the measures of the General Palace to us lowly servants, and that we only needed to know that it was in the service of the General Palace, and that it was our "glory".

Who would want this kind of glory! If it weren't for a group of overseers watching, would our group of hard laborers run out in minutes, believe it or not?

When I returned to the work of hard labor, digging ditches was very difficult, and I did not get any military pay, and the necessary clothing and food were very pitiful.

We laborers often poured a large piece of land in the summer because of the heat, and in the winter because of the cold, and after digging for less than a year, even a strong man like me was tortured to death, and my body began to lose weight sharply, and I became yellow and thin.

I feel like if I dig like this for a few more years, I might really die.

If my life goes on like this, maybe my final outcome will be to fall on an unknown land in the Tenglong Continent, and then be thrown into a mass grave like garbage, no one will remember my name, and my existence will be completely forgotten by this world after a hundred years.

However, my life took a turn for the worse in the second year of my arrival in the Dragon Continent, and this turning point allowed me to leave a record in the history books.

I remember that day, I was sent out with two other slaves to chop wood, and we found a nobleman bitten by a monster on the mountain, and the nobleman asked us for help, but the two slaves who were with me muttered.

"Do you remember old John, who saved a nobleman, but was hanged by the nobleman because he saw the nobleman's embarrassed appearance. ”

"Yes, the nobles are all white-eyed wolves, seeing that this guy is so badly injured, kill him here, just say that he died of serious injuries, and no one knows. What's more, I came to work as a hard labor because of the bad work of that bastard nobleman in my family, and now I just want to vent to this seriously injured nobleman, so I can't miss the opportunity. ”

At this point, they swept away the nobleman's valuable ornaments with ill-wishful eyes, causing the nobleman to be covered in hair, and began to beg them to take them away, claiming that they would give them a heavy reward.

"Hey, foreigner Lul, I'm right, we'll get what we've stolen," he said, turning back to ask for my opinion, as if ready to reach a compromise, and at the very moment when a servant turned his head, my fist was already in front of his face, and he was knocked away with a single punch.

Kill this nobleman and steal money? I'm not crazy if you're crazy, this is not my hometown, we are hard labor without military pay, who can we sell the stolen valuables to? Besides, you two didn't bully me a lot on the ship, I don't believe you will kill me in the future!

Although I have not had enough food and clothing in the past year, and my strength has seriously declined, I said that I have the foundation of gang members, and I am at the top of the poor, and it is still okay to single out this group of serfs, not to mention that I have already solved one through a sneak attack, and I am not afraid of the remaining one-on-one.

As for the nobleman's angry and disgraced appearance and killing the commoner who saved his life? I have not heard of such a situation, but how much better can my situation be now? It is better to gamble that the nobleman's character can be trusted.

In the end, I won the bet, a relatively noble nobleman. When I had killed two of the slaves and brought the nobles back to the camp, I was grateful to the nobles, and he spoke to the officer, who, with a stroke of his pen, promoted me from hard labor to the rank of conscript.

Conscripted soldiers, although not as good as regular soldiers, can already receive military salaries, unlike hard labor, where they can only get food that is difficult to make ends meet as the only reward.

My first three months as a conscripted soldier were peaceful, as the peace treaty with the Union of Diaspora had been signed three years earlier.

Three months later, however, my battalion was transferred to the correctional zone and began a series of skirmishes with Maishika on the border.

When I served in the correctional area, I was very comfortable after leaving the front, because the Myrami people here were extremely cowardly, and although I was only a conscripted soldier and a dog-ignoring pauper in Boris, when I arrived in the correctional district, every Myrami was kind to me, and even the Myrami nobles did not want to clash with me for no reason.

For those cowardly Melami people, my other comrades-in-arms chose to sleep with the beautiful Mairami for free, and I chose to go to the literate people in Myrami to give free lessons.

Because I believe that only education and culture can make me go further, and there was no opportunity before, so I must seize the opportunity here and absorb knowledge with hunger.

The battles on the Myrami Peninsula honed my skills and quickly transformed me from a ruffian to a full-fledged soldier, and the lessons at the Myrami Academy allowed me to complete some of my knowledge, at least I was no longer purely illiterate, and now I am only in my early twenties, and I am in the prime of my life, when I am in the prime of life.

When I served on the Myramie Peninsula until 1437, my unit was withdrawn from the peninsula by the Palace of the Great Assembly due to the rebellion against the Palace of the General Assembly in the southern district, and the rebels were suppressed in the southern district first, and the main counterinsurgency force arrived to hold back the rebels, so I returned to Bourbon Island again after three years.

Since we are only the troops responsible for containment, in other words, just a decoy to hold the enemy back, we are the objects of abandonment.

We fought two battles with the rebels, because of the numerical inferiority, the first battle the whole army was defeated, and in the second war, the whole army was defeated and lost its structure, only me and more than a dozen other remaining soldiers fled with the last officer.

Like headless flies, we fled for a month in the old fairway, and when we heard the news of the arrival of the main force of the counterinsurgency, we joined the main force under the leadership of the officers and began to quell the rebellion in the southern district.

The rebellion in the southern district lasted only a year, and in 1438 we put down the rebellion, after which my unit was assigned to the southern district (by which time the Great Palace no longer believed in the southern district).

In addition, in '38 we heard a very painful order that the General Palace was to begin disarmament, namely the Second Fiscal Order of Luhr VIII.

As far as the disarmament methods on our side are concerned, it is to retain the various officers who have a lot of salaries but are hard in the background, as well as the conscripted soldiers whose tasks are still heavy with low salaries, and those who are officially laid off, and then change the treatment of our conscripted soldiers to conscripted soldiers.

The nobles played another game of words, and what Lul VIII decreed, what they said and what they did, made us not understand what the hell this fiscal decree was, but what happened to us was still clear, we became official soldiers, but the treatment remained the same, and then I heard that the nobles were well fed.

After this fiscal order, my camp was stationed in the southern district for 3 years, during which time the war broke out again on the Tenglong Continent, but my battalion was not taken out and was still stationed in the same place, because there were still some unrelenting rebels fighting everywhere, and occasionally we had to go to pacify the remnants of the rebels.

In 1441, there was a shocking news from Boris's side, that a military coup had not occurred in Bourbon for more than 600 years, and it had succeeded!

We were almost speechless in shock, but the officer of our battalion was very happy, and according to the grapevine, he was on good terms with Andrei III, and sure enough, after a while, he received the order to return to Boris.

Before returning to Boris, the officer asked us who we were from Boris at the camp, and I and the others raised our hands, and the officer took us back with his cronies.

So after seven years, I returned to Boris again. At first I was a little apprehensive that my enemies would recognize me, but then I was relieved that seven years had passed, and many important things had happened in that time, and who now remembered the little leader of a small gang? Even my father-killer had forgotten my face.

After returning to Boris, I was transferred to the security forces after some personnel adjustments, and I worked on an errand under a man also named Lur.