Therefore, after a futile three-way attack, the area of Fakyu is still divided into four major forces, but the southern forces have changed from the original secession regime to a foreign regime.

And the central powers, having ceded Aiena and Black Persia to the northern powers, took Braus and Bido from the south, at least from the point of view of territory, and broke even.

At the height of the Farkyu Territory, there were 27 districts in the country, each with a city-state at its center.

In the year 1111 of the Great Calendar, the central part had 12 pieces in their hands, the northern and eastern parts had 6 pieces each, and the Dodi had 3 pieces. Therefore, although the strength of the central part far exceeds the other three, it cannot be one-on-three, and the situation is temporarily deadlocked.

At this point, the Warring States Period, which lasted for exactly 100 years in Fakeu, also came to an end.

The matter of Fakyu will come to an end for the time being, and then jump back to the spring of the following year, Leng Yi will return to Middle-earth to see how the Gosur people are doing.

"How is Brother Xiuge!" I was now mixed in with the rout, and at last I saw a fellow countryman, rushed up, dragged him to Humm's back, and asked him about the situation, expecting a satisfactory answer.

However, this fellow, who is younger than me and has not yet reached adulthood, cried and pulled his throat, and the words he said were slurred by crying: "I don't know, I was scattered, Brother Xiuge doesn't know where it is!"

"Gosur ahead!, get off your horse!" said an officer next to me, snarling at me, trying to snatch my Hum.

"Push harder! Shake off this idiot!" I pulled into my fellow's arm and began to "transform" information with Hum, who had been running for a day, and most of his exhaustion was distributed to me, making me almost fall off my horse, but thankfully I survived.

After the information transformation began, Hum got my energy and distanced himself from the nasty officer.

"Bastard, bitch, illiterate barbarian!" I had been accustomed to hearing these curses for the past few months, and naturally I would not stop to argue with him, and in a short time, the roar of the officer behind me became farther and farther away.

My unit, as the last reinforcements that Sulassie had put together, went to support Aix, but we were defeated by the Suhi in the field of Aix, and now I fled for my life with the rest of the rout.

At the beginning of the war, I had a feeling that this time the support would definitely fail, the snow was so heavy that many traders and female branch girls couldn't hold on, and only some black-hearted guys who stayed behind drove us at a high price.

We were worried about the tribes, and they didn't allow us to go home; we wanted thicker cotton clothes, but the top gave us some of them, but unfortunately the officers withheld all the cotton clothes, and issued some symbolically, and we had to spend the rest to buy them, and if we didn't have money, we borrowed from their usury, and if we couldn't afford to pay them back, we deducted the military salary.

Thinking of this, I stroked the scar on my back.

This was after I found out that I had not borrowed money to buy cotton clothes, but I had no military pay for some reason, and I went to question the officer (I don't know who I should listen to, I went to the officer barracks to wait for the officer), and the scar left by my officer's whipping.

Before approaching Aix, the officer was anxious about us, told us to fight well, announced the forgiveness of all our arrears, and issued us cotton coats.

Bastard! It's spring now, and I've never borrowed money, so why should I owe a bunch of money!

I feel that I have grown up more than ten years in the past few months since I came out.

At the beginning of the war, Boss Xiuge and another group of men were transferred to serve as scouts, and then I separated from him.

At the beginning of the battle, I didn't see the enemy at all, but after a while, I saw the soldiers in front of me start running backwards, so I also ran backwards, and then, before I had fought once, I became a rout.

After our defeat, Ackes will not be able to get any reinforcements in the short term, and I vaguely feel that the fall of Aix is only a matter of time. As for whether Su Xi will take advantage of the situation to attack, this is not something that a small person like me needs to care about, all I have to do is run for my life.

With the rout, I marched together in the direction of Turabi, which was also the direction home.

Even now in the spring, it is still snowing here, in order not to freeze to death, the routs are not divided into city-states, wilds and Gosurs, we aimlessly plundered the countryside, of course, the countryside also formed villages to protect themselves, my first battle in the army, not with the Suhi, but with the Sulasi peasants.

Not long after we plundered, several masters of the fire phosphorus level joined our team with a group of men, and with excellent discipline, they quickly led our group of routs and began to premeditate the looting of the farms near Myrdal.

And their looting methods are very strange, when we used to rob, we usually robbed food and clothing, unless the other party blocked it, or it was not pleasing to the eye, or the mood was depressed, we would kill people, otherwise we would not deliberately massacre.

And during that time, they were always able to lead us to the rich countryside.

However, under the leadership of that group of fire phosphorus level, we began to wipe out the whole village, the houses were burned, all the people were imprisoned together, and everything that could be grabbed was robbed.

The most amazing thing is that whenever we finish looting, there will be a group of elusive traders, who will not only take all the villagers away and sell them into slaves, but also use precious metals to buy the valuable items we have robbed.

"When I grab enough money, I will take the money to the urban neighborhood to buy a house and a wife!" said a few of my fellow villagers very happily.

"I don't think there's something right about getting out of here," I said to a few fellows uneasily, noticing that no one was looking.

But I couldn't tell what was wrong, and when my mind came to my lips, I couldn't express what I meant perfectly, so a few fellow villagers didn't listen to my advice at all, thinking that I was stupid.

But, for the sake of my fellow countrymen, they still helped me. I exchanged all my precious metals and valuable goods for all their food, and then, under their cover, I succeeded in taking Hum with me and leaving all the way to the dust.

Later, I learned about the fate of the rout, and they were all killed.

It's not that it's a murderous killing, it's just that after the knife is used, the knife will be sealed, and by the way, the precious metals given out will be recovered.

Those fire phosphorus level powerhouses were sent by the Doreman nobles, and they wanted to take advantage of this defeat to plunder the villages around Myrdal with the skin of the rout, so that Myrdal's yeoman farmers and manor owners were all wiped out, so that Myrdal had no agricultural endowments to use, so that Doleiman could borrow Myrdal's usury.

The elusive merchants, also inextricably linked to Doleiman, traded the loot with the rout, and the valuable (and not much in the countryside) were taken back to the merchant gang for storage, while the yeoman captives and the manor captives were sold to the nobles of Doleiman at a very low price.

I also heard a small news that the Doleman nobles claimed to the yeoman captives that they had ransomed from the merchants on behalf of the captives, and that the ransom was paid by the nobles on behalf of the captives, so the captives owed money to the nobles, and they needed to work for the nobles, and when they could scrape together enough money to be free.

In fact, I could not understand the thoughts of those nobles until I died.

As soon as Myrdal fell, the Sussi's troops would cross the Kale-Tulabi Mountains, which had not collapsed for a hundred years, and stick to the noses of the Doleman nobles, why would they be so short-sighted and so desperate to suck the blood of Surasi.

No matter how good they are at making money, everything they have will be burned to ashes when our gosur sabers are on Doleiman's neck.

Of course, that was many years later, and I'm still a nobody struggling to get home.

In the previous walk, relying on the cultivation of my beast master, I specially picked a small path to walk, although it was harder, but it was still safe. By the time I had reached the Spari Desert, I had used up all my food reserves before I stopped.

Because I know that if I don't take the official road, a person like me, who has only walked through the desert once, will not be able to pass through the treacherous desert and reach my hometown.

I had no choice but to enter a small city-state beneath the city-state of Doleiman, enter it and start doing some work and making a living.

However, I, a Gosur, was discriminated against at every turn, and on several occasions, Hum was almost cheated out.

After many twists and turns, I finally found the organization, and was absorbed by a gang composed of all Gosurs, because I had the strength of a Xuanhuang-level beastmaster at a young age, and even if I was an outsider, I quickly became the backbone of the middle level of the gang, and had a place to live in this small city-state.

Our gang, an affiliate of the second largest gang in the city, was in the business of collecting protection money from the slums—protection money in the civilian areas, not yet by the Gosur gangs—and assisting the tax collectors in collecting taxes.

After three months in this gang, I roughly understood their livelihood, they were the black gloves of the aristocracy, and the greatest significance of their existence was to use the gang to collect protection money after the city-state had collected the legal taxes of the residents.

The nobles of the city-state did not have much desire to hide this act, and even one of my members who had been in the industry for three months was assigned the task of paying tribute to the nobles several times.

I stayed here until 1113 A.D., and managed to scrape together enough money to get back to Busuk, but it was at this time that the upheaval happened again.

Sulasi and Sushi made peace once again, signing a five-year peace treaty in the name of the Star God. I knew about this news for a long time, but I didn't think it would mean anything at the time.

After the end of the war, this time Surassie lost the city again and paid reparations, so naturally it was necessary to find the reason, and the decision-makers of Surassie quickly found the reason, all because of the stabbing of the Gosur people in the back, so that we could fail.

What are we doing! The Sushis met the Gosurs without leaving any prisoners, so what could we hinder? But my ** voice could not reach Doleiman, or even if it did, they would not care.

Therefore, with the order of the current chief priest of Surasie, a vigorous wave was set off throughout Surasie, and the spearhead was directed at us Gosurs.