It has been one year since the incident of being forcibly recruited into the army by the Tenglong Colonial Guard, and I have gradually forgotten that thrilling journey in the increasingly heavy tasks.

The tasks of our chamber of commerce are getting more and more coming, and at the same time, the wages of the sailors are getting cheaper and cheaper, because more and more bankrupt civilians (not just sailors) from the north and south districts of the old waterway have fled to the central district, willing to bear lower wages and just have a bite to eat.

Because of the rush for work, most of the sailors in the central district are increasingly angry with the displaced people in the northern and southern districts, although I am a senior sailor, these shocks have not yet had any fatal impact on my work, but out of the sad heart of the rabbit and the fox, whenever there is a conflict between the two sailors, I will always help the sailors of the central district.

In 1430, thanks to the signing of the Treaty of Armada, the war with the traitors of the Diaspora was finally over—though only one, but we, the sailors, were still glad to see it as a good omen, as it meant that the Palace of the Great Assembly would soon be relieved of some taxes.

"The three tax hikes will definitely be canceled, because the three tax hikes have added a layer of taxes to us, and don't forget, we are the most fundamental pillars of the old fairway!" said one of my fellow sailors in a chat, and he was so confident at the time.

"Of course, because the war with Maishika is still going on, it is impossible to abolish all the tax increases, and the Governor will definitely keep the second tax increase order, so it's okay to grind the drunken drunkards in the northern and southern districts!"

When my fellow sailors said this, they spat at the place where the sailors of the North and South Regions lived, which angered them, and this time in a rare way, it caused a brawl.

In the past, because the sailors born in the main ward had higher positions, the sailors of the northern and southern districts most of the time took a tolerant attitude when faced with the humiliation of the main district, and did not start a brawl until they were completely provoked, but this time the brawl happened so easily that even my fellow sailors who insulted them felt strange.

Later, when I accidentally talked to the first mate about it, I realized that the sailors in the northern and southern districts at that time thought that when the war was over, the tax increase order would be lifted, so they could find better jobs or go straight back to their hometowns, so they started a brawl against us.

It's a pity that their idea fell through, again in a terrible way.

I remember that day, just as we had returned to Boris after completing a mission, the bell of the General Assembly Palace sounded a bell representing the state of emergency, and it was so melodious and loud that I could hear it clearly even from the docks.

Seeing this, our dock pick-up officer told us to suspend the dismissal and stay on board while he went out to see what was going on.

We spent a day at the docks, and some of the sailors couldn't hold back and slipped ahead of time and no one cared. But the sailors can slip the number, the first mate and the second officer can slip the number, and we, the mid-level boatswains, must stay here to cover for them.

At noon the day after the bell rang, the dock attendant finally returned, and told us the shocking news that we had been temporarily conscripted into the army to quell the riots of a very small number of criminals, and that the receptionist had asked us to call all the stolen sailors back to the ship.

As soon as we heard this kind of thing, all of us were fried, our Chamber of Commerce was the Germak Chamber of Commerce, and it was protected by the Germak family, how could it be forcibly recruited? But the usher replied to us that this was an order from the General Assembly Palace, and the reputation of the Germak family was not good.

Finally, he said solemnly, we must take this job seriously, and if any of the sailors of the fleet are not as short as they are counted, then the person in charge of the ship will be held accountable.

Under such serious intimidation from the ushers, we, the boatswains, could only obediently do so, claiming to the sailors who had secretly left that there was an urgent mission, and pulling most of the sailors back to the ship.

After waiting on the ship, the sailors learned through various channels that they had been forcibly drafted, and as a result, they made a big fuss, but because this was the will of the Great Palace, they finally failed.

Then we took control of the ships to the other side of Boris, and sailed to Siben, where we had assembled and become Bourbon's makeshift conscripted army.

However, as a soldier in Bourbon, my monthly salary is not as good as my boatswain's salary, not to mention the danger is greatly increased, and I would not want to be a soldier at all if it were not for the compulsory order of the General Palace.

After entering the army, we, the sailors, through various channels, finally knew who we were going to fight before the start of the war, the mutinous army in the northern and southern districts.

"Damn! Lao Tzu has long wanted to kill those homeless people in the northern and southern districts who robbed us of our jobs! Damn, they have robbed Lao Tzu and his nephews of their jobs! Although they are not the deities of those homeless people, they must have a relationship with them, and it is not bad to kill their relatives, it is still legal, and it is guaranteed by the Great Palace!"

The boatswain, with whom I had a good relationship, spoke before the first battle, and soundly wanted to cheer us up and dispel the fear of war. Unfortunately, he was killed in the first battle, killed by the opponent's first long-range volley, and failed to kill even one enemy.

It was the first time I had been on the battlefield at the age of 33, and I was very nervous, because I was too excited to hear what the officer was saying, so I did whatever I saw my closest comrade do.

The first time I fought, I was in the middle of the Chinese army, and I was lucky. Before the fight, I try to shrink my head and reduce the size of my body, as if this will give me a sense of security.

Before the battle began, our army and the enemy fired long-range salvos at each other, and we, as melee troops, unfurled our spiritual shields and advanced at each other with enemy volleys.

According to my experience of being recruited at the Dragonguard last time, the so-called land battle is that at the beginning, the two sides first fire a long-range salvo at each other, and the melee army spirit expands the force resonance to form a spiritual shield and advances with a salvo. Next, if the salvo is evenly matched and the melee army does not collapse in the salvo, it will enter melee combat, depending on the talents of both sides.

[This method of warfare recalled by Lull is the most classic method of warfare in the Bourbon world and the world three hundred years ago, but since the rise of Surifer like fireworks, whether it is his previous life or his present life, it has had a great impact on the change of tactics in this world.

This is mainly because of Suriver's background, even if he is a human in two lives, Suriver is from a barbarian, and the biggest flaw of the barbarians is that the long-range troops can't fight the civilized forces - the ranged troops in this world are not archers, but also magicians, etc., as well as energy-restoring potions, these barbarians can't fight each other.

Therefore, the tactics that Suriver is accustomed to is to cavalry whirling and assaulting, using terrifying spiritual resonance to crush the opponent's formation, especially the formation of long-range troops, so as to allow melee troops to advance. However, in the two battles of the Spari Desert, Surassi's army collapsed after being stormed, and the melee troops were not yet on board. 】

However, in this battle with the mutinous soldiers, our spiritual shield was extremely unstable, and the impact was often missing, and it was in this salvo that my sailor friend was unfortunately killed by an arrow.

Later, when I thought back to this battle, I felt that the reason for the instability of the spiritual shield was mainly due to the fact that there were many soldiers in the team who had been trained for less than a month and were brought into battle, such as us sailors, and I believe that not only us, but many more people were temporarily pulled to make up the numbers.

In the past, against those unruly barbarians (Suriver was consciously removed from this ranks) or not as civilized as our Ingona, our improvised army would be able to make do with it, but this time our opponent was the mutinous army that was once the main army of the old channel, and it was not at the same level as those barbarian armies.

So in this counter-shooting, the evil consequences were manifested, the spiritual shield was extremely unstable, although the counter-shot was our side with the advantage, but because of the poor operation of our melee troops, our casualties were still higher than the enemy.

When it was time to fight, only two hands were fought, as a Chinese army, I had not seen the enemy, but I saw that the front army began to collapse and retreat to the rear, and the warlord team immediately took action, squeezing and driving us to squeeze the front army, curb the rout of the front army, and let the front army and the enemy continue to fight.

Under the pressure, the front army plucked up the courage to turn back and kill for a while, but their group, which was largely a temporary conscription, could not be compared with the mutinous army that had fought with the Diaspora Alliance in the Tenglong Guard for several years, so they broke up again, this time directly breaking our formation.

Seeing the enemy rushing towards me, my comrades had already been scattered by the rout, so I fled back with them, and then the battle ended in our desperate rout, which was a terrible opening.

After this defeat, Bourbon symbolically punished some of the defeated troops, and then transported more improvised troops to suppress the mutinous army. Although our quality is far inferior to theirs, our victory lies in the superiority in numbers, and we are becoming more and more superior, relying on the fact that there are more people and fewer people in each battle, and we are gradually moving towards victory.

And in this continuous battle, the sailors who were not suitable for the battlefield died one by one or became deserters, and as for those of us who remained, we were trained by the war to become qualified soldiers, and we were no longer as unreliable as at the beginning.

But we can't erase our complaints.

"Long-legged Luhr is dead, Bigmouth Anlu is dead, Bieber in the west of the city is dead, because of this damned riot, all dead! Why do you want to force us citizens? Is it really because Bourbon has reached the most critical moment?

"No! It's just that the Great Palace is afraid of the veterans who have been conscripted back and has sympathy for those mutinous soldiers, so it doesn't dare to recruit qualified soldiers to suppress them! So it has recruited those of us who had nothing to do with the war before, and used our blood to quell the troubles they caused!

One day, a comrade-in-arms complained that although there were very few people in the camp who dared to directly echo him, I could see an undercurrent of anger flowing.