"Yes!

"We are all not responsible, and we are not afraid of fighting head-on, but it is too much to die like this!"

"The team leader should shoulder the responsibility of leadership, how can he take the credit for taking the lion's head, send us to death, and poke us in the backbone in the end!"

As soon as the other people saw that someone had taken the lead in getting down, they immediately pretended to be bold and talked nonsense.

When Ori Lines heard this, his face became even hotter, and he immediately raised his sword in anger and wanted to scold his subordinates to vent his anger.

Samaranch saw that the duke's son was about to "kill", afraid that he would really kill all these "high-level cannon fodder".

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, and intervened between the two sides to dissuade him: "Don't be angry, no one expected this ambush that the other party would have the courage to turn back and fight back." Let's go back and rest first, gather the next group of men to come over, and then chase after and encircle and suppress, otherwise if we continue to toss like this, we pursuers will have no advantage in strength. Withdraw, there will be a chance to catch them in the future. ”

After all, Orry Lines is the son of a nobleman who is used to being high, how could he allow someone to drag him back and disgrace him.

At the moment, his eyes were already angry, and he ignored Samaranch's dissuasion and said: "You think you have failed, and it will be okay if you can go back alive?!"

Then.

He also said with a gloomy face to the middle and low-ranking warriors who were afraid of being killed by him on the spot, so that a dozen or so people shrank into a ball to strengthen their courage: "If you are all cowards! If you don't have the slightest sense of honor as a soldier! Then when you go back, I will let Archduke Bartholomew take back the mansion given to you, and let you go out of the city to be outcasts! Think for yourself about those fart people who are freezing to death and starving to death in the wilderness outside the city." ”

Those warriors suddenly felt a piercing coldness, which seemed to be colder than the cold wind mixed with ice and snow outside their bodies, and even their own blood froze.

Yes!

What a terrible word, a sad and hopeless life that is crueler than the sword and the killing of the body.

These warriors promoted by the civilian class are very aware of the fate of their previous lives.

Most of the displaced people who were crushed by the usury of the government and businessmen, all deprived of their land, and driven to the "sweatshops" in the city to do hard labor, were exhausted of their vitality and finally died of illness alone and silently.

In fact, most of the displaced people will not be like the famous "Fu Si Bran" sweatshop on the mainland, because of the long and unpromising repetitive numb labor, which makes people jump off the cliff in despair and commit suicide.

But.

Because they know that no matter how hard they work, they can't save a few dollars on their meager wages, and because they stay up late and work overtime for a long time, they can't survive for a few years, they either die of overwork, or they are riddled with chronic diseases of their hands and feet and spine, and it is painful to live.

Or simply because of the long-term bad working environment, and eventually the heart, lungs, internal organs and other pathologies cough up blood and cough up death.

The word "homeless" is so desperate.

There are naïve people who may want to ask~

Isn't there a magical healing spell?

As a matter of fact.

Priests and pharmacists on the mainland have always mastered professional knowledge and thought of making a lot of money.

The ideal object of their service is naturally a nobleman and businessman who can afford the high cost of treatment, not a fart who wants to break the copper plate in half.

Let's take a simple example.

In a kingdom of AIDS, a greedy and fat marquis who made a fortune from maritime trade once replaced one of his sick teeth, and specially found a high-level wizard to release the seventh-order [Regeneration Technique] to regrow a good tooth, which cost him more than 20,000 gold coins.

For a while, it was rumored in the country that the marquis had become the wronged leader, but it also made people secretly envy the other party's wealth, and as a result, there were more people looking for the merchant marquis to do business.

This is perhaps a classic piece of successful soft marketing.

And.

Afterwards, the high-ranking wizard came out to clarify.

In order to make the marquis feel at home, he released a series of illusion spells including pain-relieving, soothing and other effects in the process of changing dental implants, not because a spell cost the other party 20,000 gold coins, so it was a fair ~ and thoughtful transaction.

But 20,000 gold coins are a common family, and they can't accumulate this huge wealth after a lifetime of hard work.

The luxury of the rich, from which it can be seen in general.

How can those poor families afford the expensive treatment costs that are equivalent to "life money"?

Possible.

The simple cost of treatment, which only costs a few hundred gold coins at a time, may be their savings for more than ten years.

If you come across an unscrupulous pharmacist who exaggerates the severity of the disease and falsely claims that it will take a course of treatment for a few weeks, or several times a week to heal, it will really be the destruction of some poor families.

The fate of the displaced people was even more tragic.

It may not even be necessary to have a fixed place to live.

He could only lie in the collective shack of a few square meters in his own factory, or in the small cubicle rented in the slum where he could only put down one bed, and wait for death with despair and sorrow, until he was terminally ill because no one took care of him, and even his skin was numb enough to perceive the cold wind that penetrated through the cracks of the broken doors and windows, and became another mass grave and a nameless corpse that was dug out by wild dogs after being discarded and buried at will.

These dead outcasts.

In the end, it made a painstaking contribution to the progress of the so-called "big factory" of urbanization by the bureaucrats.

There are so many joys and sorrows in it, which is even more poignant than the story of the Great Wall built by Emperor Qin Shigu and the 100,000 homeless people buried under the city.

Some people say that they were introduced to work in other places, but in fact they were deceived into becoming "prostitutes" and "three hands" in other places.

The former will always be plagued by gynecological diseases in the end, with itchy and festering skin all over his body, and he doesn't know how miserable his death is, and the latter will also be treated as an outcast by local gangs, throwing out people who have grabbed and chopped off their fingers, or even used as scapegoats for people, and are directly tied up and hanged alive.

Didn't they, the civilian warriors, know that when the homeless people had no way out, they wanted to sell their lives and dignity, and they hoped to fight for their lives by joining the army and getting a wife?

It's not because the nobles have a monopoly on all martial arts, and the wizards have a monopoly on all spell knowledge.

And there are some superficial martial arts in the army, which can be openly taught to these high-level cannon fodder with some qualifications.

With a hint of anticipation.

With their strong bodies that are young and have not been dragged down, they have worked hard to become official warriors.

I cautiously looked forward to using the reward money earned by my life to dredge up the relationship and find a fat gap for myself.