Chapter 279: West Malaysia Highway (3)

In Mara City, photos on good citizenship cards have become a sought-after commodity. Although the image is a bit small, but to be able to draw such a lifelike picture on such a small piece of paper, doesn't it show its power?

Compared with those portraits on oilcloth, although the portraits in the photographs are real and ugly, they are just in line with the aesthetics of the people of the Western Continent.

Sometimes, seeing the unhappiness of others proves one's happiness, and seeing the ugliness of others proves one's beauty.

The photo on a certificate of good citizenship quickly rose from the price of 1 copper coin to 10 or 20 coins, until the time of a snail shell, which was collected by the real nobles and no longer in circulation.

In addition to the photos on the good citizen card, the holograms and Chinese also caused a lot of controversy. The veteran Sir Ruizhi tore off the part except for the photo, and only put the photo in a glass frame, where there are still the names of Sir Ruizhi from all over the ages.

In recent days, when people enter this door, they always see the name and the photograph as one: "Sir Ruizhi, the portrait of Lord Ruizhi III is exquisite"

"Actually, the nose is a little lower, the eyes should be a little bigger, there are no yellow teeth in the mouth, he likes to clean his teeth, oh, the skin is white, not so dark......" Sir Ruizhi was very happy every time he explained. Although the old man in the photo does not bear much resemblance to his grandfather, it doesn't matter if it can have such a delicate effect, and some of the portraits enshrined by the family are backs.

Also happy is the muse, although many photos have been poured two or three hands, but in the end there are no less than 10 snail shells that fall into his pocket, which is more than the silver reward of the chief priest, and he finally did not run in vain.

Not long after describing the recent situation of Xijiang Water Village to the nobles of the Senate of Mara City, he was given a new errand and a second negotiation.

If he hadn't been able to acquire the Certificate of Good Citizenship, the Muse would never have agreed to the errand—at least he imagined it to be so.

From Mara City to Xijiang Water Village, taking the waterway is the most convenient, but the danger is relatively great. No one knows when a bloodthirsty monster will come to the West River - although the temple has many ways to deal with the water monsters, they usually only come to the rescue when someone dies. There is really not a lot of manpower, so of course we have to focus on the important places.

The muse was still a nobleman in disguise, so he could only ride a horse, and he was the most inferior beast. Unlike the last time he was in a hurry, this time he prepared at least 200 strings of copper coins, a total of 2,000 pieces, and nearly 20 snail shells were hidden in the innermost part of the armor.

It wasn't until the moment before departure that a real knight Damas wore a low-brimmed hat to join the team, which made Muse feel as if the other party had gone to Xijiang Water Village with him in order to find out the secret of the picture on the good citizen certificate. After all, the small images in that square inch only circulated among the upper echelons of Mara City, and those who might have good citizenship certificates were all despicable civilians outside the city......

"At least I can earn one more vote." The muse made up his mind to try to keep Damas as far as possible when entering and leaving the city, and keep it as long as he could.

A group of people have their own thoughts, embarked on the road to Xijiang Water Village, the whole journey of about 40 kilometers of dirt road is not very easy to walk, it took a morning, it is only half the way.

Halfway through an open area where the grass and woods had been cut open, the knights took their hands and began to light a bonfire to cook and boil water, and a half-man-sized rough iron bucket was hung between two huge logs, making a beeping sound, which was no cheaper than a large knife, and had always been guarded by a special person.

Taking this opportunity, the Muse walked up to Damas and said with a smile: "Sir Damas, do you usually go to other places?" ”

"During the last temple war, I went to the city-state of Raj." Damas smiled back and said, "Don't call me Sir, just call me Damas." ”

"How's that going to work?" The muse paused after speaking, and only when Damas stiffened his face did he change his flattering tone and said, "You are really an example of the nobility of the city-state, then I will call you...... Damas too. ”

Lord Sir nodded in satisfaction, full of authority.

The muse automatically and consciously shrunk his neck.

Don't look at Sir Damas is only in his 20s, but he has been on the battlefield for more than ten years, if you talk about experience, none of the knights present can compare to him. The city of Mara was not a comfortable place, and although its own security problems were not serious, the army often had to go to other city-states. As the children of the nobility, they have to go to the battlefield from the age of 10 to start as archers, then axe throwers and javelinmen, and then to the nobles as knights shì servants - this is different from the knights and servants of the previous life, to the nobles to do shì is just a process of waiting for adulthood, if they show courage on the battlefield, or if the father dies early, they can often get the title of knight before adulthood, as for the final title, it still needs to be further fought on the battlefield.

If it is the children of civilians, there is usually no such perfect training system, many of them are only allowed to join the army when they are adults, among which the lucky ones who are tall and strong can become archers, otherwise they must start with light infantry, and then they can become shield soldiers or javelinmen, and then heavy infantry or knights, no matter which step is not easy, especially civilians who become light infantry, their battle loss rate is only a little better than that of the slave army, and they belong to the battlefield cannon fodder that is difficult to die for, and can only hope that the war will not come, Then rely on seniority to advance to javelinmen.

Despite his involvement in many wars, Sir Damas cared little about the march, and he frowned as he looked at the young men from the small trees that had not grown up near the frontier, and said, "Do we still need firewood?" ”

"If you walk slowly, I'm worried that I won't be able to arrive at night." There is no shortage of firewood in the local area, and the beasts are not weak, as long as you bring two bundles for a whole day, but if you want to use more wood, you need to roast fresh wood while burning the fire, and then take it to the next rest stop to use. If it weren't for this mode of travel, there would have been no rest stop for nearly 100 people, and the crazy trees would have planted their children and grandchildren on any piece of land.

"The road in the city-state of Raj is much easier. Stone slabs are paved with five arms thick. Damas looked ahead and said, "The next city-state war will be financed, and part of it will be used on the roads, and if it weren't for the inconvenience of marching, the 3rd Infantry Battalion wouldn't have to be wiped out." ”

"You're right." The Muse actually disagreed, but the whole Senate was so supportive of this fabricated scenario that it was not for a little man like him to influence.

The bucket made a short cry of "goo", "goo", and Damas laughed twice, took out a silver-white metal jug, and went to fetch water.

When the muse saw the metal pot coiled with a white silk pattern, his eyes lit up, and he thought: No wonder he dared to say such a big thing.

It's hard to find a blacksmith who can make a rough sword these days, let alone such a beautiful metal kettle.

"He shouldn't have gone with me to grab the certificate of good citizenship." After making this judgment, Muse was in a better mood.

With the black bread and broth, the noon meal was over, and the cavalry hurriedly mounted their horses and began to march forward.

The Muse deliberately stayed by Damas's side, and said, "The road ahead is in disrepair, and it is not as good as the vicinity of the city-state, so it is not good to move forward quickly." ”

"I'm fine." Damas hadn't ridden a beast for some days, he had a Spinosaurus, he was tall, nearly 15 meters above the ground, and he walked very steadily, which was most suitable for this kind of very wide but bumpy road.

After a small open field, the ground really became uneven, and it could even be called rugged.

Due to the disrepair and the pressure of heavy objects, the road is even lower than the woodland on both sides, and it is common to see roots popping out of the ground abruptly, or breaking and drifting out.

Damas continued on pretending not to care, but his hand was already gripping the reins.

For nearly an hour, a group of knights only walked a few kilometers, and the speed of the beasts could not get up at all, and the gravel and sawdust on the ground even affected the horses' hooves.

Damas thought to himself, he would have known that he would have made a dragon beast, and the elite cavalry didn't seem to be a particularly powerful class.

As he was thinking wildly, the ground in front of him suddenly began to rise, and the voices of people gradually came.

"It's still more than 10 kilometers away from the water village." The muse spoke, and with a wave of his hand, the four cavalrymen rushed forward in twos and twos.

"Let's wait a minute." This is what the Muse said to Damas.

After a while, the four cavalrymen in front of them were out of sight, they stepped in neat steps, facing the sun, and carried spears - although they were knights' subordinates, because they wore knights' equipment, they did not have to worry about ordinary bows and arrows, and although the multi-layered leather armor was not as tight as that of the heavy infantry, it was not easy to shoot them in the throat or arm while moving.

Suddenly there was a wide opening up ahead.

The trees around forty or fifty meters have all been emptied, and there are several beautiful wooden houses on the right, which are of grand shape, and some of the outer walls are reinforced with gray stones.

"Someone is still."

The person who shouted had a country accent, which made the four knights quite disdainful, and had no intention of obeying.

There was a "bang", a loud noise from nowhere, which made the beast run uneasily.

Three "bangs" in a row shot the first beast that ran into the construction site, and the knight also rolled down from it, and couldn't get up again for a long time.

The indigenous sentry half-crouched on the 30-meter-high tree hunted the leaves, and pointed the cross in the optical scope at the second beast, and his whole body was full of excitement.

"This thing shouldn't be called an automatic rifle, it should be called a Thor gun, it's too powerful. The armored mount is really accurate. Hunter Eight thought, and his fingers were ready to be pulled.

A small red flag suddenly waved in the corner of his left eye. After a full 200 hours of training, Hunter Eight almost reflexively let go of his fingers.

"We are the messengers of Mara City, asking to see Lord Chen." When the muse heard the gunshot, he ran forward, he didn't want to have any misunderstanding with the Jiangning people in Xijiang Water Village.

"Master Chen is not here." At the forefront of the highway is Shi Nengren, the head of the infrastructure construction section, a student of the fifth phase, a pure Jiangbei native, because he went to a third-rate university in architecture, so he was reused in the western continent where there was a lack of cadres, and his rank was higher than that of the team leader, and he had the authority to talk and negotiate with the past business travelers.

The muse was not a simple business trip, and he turned his head and said, "Then I want to see Lord Yu." ”

Shi Nengren pondered, nodded in agreement, and asked, "Your name." ”

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