Chapter 690: The Broken Barrier IV (Page 1/1)

Sometimes it is not only fire and fear that can spread quickly, but also anger.

"We fought on the front line for the imperial capital, and now what have we gained?"

"Even being a prisoner in the Elegy Fortress is better than the treatment of the imperial capital!"

"It's really hard to imagine that this is an order from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. ”

"Jerry and Nuko have been captured, they won't survive!"

"What, aren't we knights of the Empire?"

"Knights of the Empire, in the eyes of the superiors, we have been defeated by the barbarians, and there is no knightly glory to talk about!"

"Why do we continue to stay here when there is no more knightly glory?!"

"Mingwei, what are you going to do?"

"Hmph, I just want to be free!"

......

In the middle of the night, when the raging fire at the abandoned construction site alarmed the imperial capital security team, and they hurried to it, the guards guarding the prisoners at the construction site had already been killed, and their bodies were tied to the cross.

"The glory is long gone, we fight for ourselves!"

"Kill!"

"The crown prince is mediocre, he is not worthy to bathe in the glory of the empire!"

"Mingwei, stop it...... Stop!"

The deputy head of the warband of the original Elegy Fortress could no longer stop Mingwei from beheading a captain of the security team who had come to check on the fire.

Mingwei's armor had been confiscated by Long Hui Ling when the Elegy Fortress fell, and in addition to the long sword he had just snatched, his shirt was already broken in addition to bloodstains, and his face was splashed with blood and soot, but there was a blazing heat under his gaze.

"Captain Bakato, you're old!"

The light of fire reflected on Mingwei's face, and the surrounding warriors with captured weapons all looked at Mingwei suspiciously.

They knew that Mingwei, a young man who came out of the slums of the imperial capital, was only eighteen years old, but he was more skilled in killing people than the old mercenaries.

Once, in a raid against bandits, he single-handedly killed as many as ten bandit leaders.

If Mingwei hadn't come from the slums, his exploits would have been enough to become a baron or even a viscount of the Empire.

"What? what are you going to say, stop it, Mingwei, it's still too late!"

Bacato, like Mingwei's father.

He is the garrison commander of the Elegy Fortress, and from the day Ming Wei joined the Elegy Fortress, he was like watching his son who died a few years ago, not only giving Ming Wei his family name, but also preparing to recommend Ming Wei to become the new battle team leader when he retired.

If he could, Bacator preferred for Mingwei to be the glory of the Empire's hopes, believing that Mingwei had that ability.

"It's late, Bacato. ”

Mingwei wiped the blood stains on the longsword with the dirty corners of his clothes, and by the light of the fire, he looked at the badge on the longsword's gauntlet with disdain, which was the badge of the war horse and shield, the royal emblem representing the royal glory of the Motu Empire, one of the Seven Yao families, symbolizing conquest and strength.

Burst!

Mingwei's saliva was on the badge.

"Bacato, have you not wondered why your son died in the bandits, of course, it was the son of the Grand Duke of Lulanda who usurped the exploits that belonged to little Bacato, and for the sake of this vain glory, you will always live in the pain of missing your son. ”

"No way, what you said isn't true!"

Bakato couldn't believe what Mingwei said, but he knew Mingwei, and Mingwei never lied.

"Evidence, what evidence do you have!"

"Heh, do you still need evidence, the evidence is all the people we are here, whether it is the soldiers of Dirk City, or the comrades of the Elegy Fortress, don't you see it? We all have one thing in common!"

"What do you have in common?"

On the other side, the captain of the warband, who had been listening to Mingwei, made a voice, but his voice was a little hoarse, and there was something in it that he could not imagine, although he knew what that common denominator was.

"Don't listen to that kid, he's from the slums, I'm not like him, I'm the lord of the empire!"

A commander from Dirk City shouted, he didn't want to be with these people who had almost become thugs, but there was no way, when thousands of people were out of control due to hunger and cold, the only thing that could calm these people down was food.

But after the rebel soldiers killed the city defenses, occupied a military garrison, and plundered the food, Mingwei was always in the vanguard, and there were thousands of soldiers who followed him.

The other thousands of people shouted to defend the immortal glory of the empire, and ran to the direction of the palace to seek true glory, of course, this commander is not stupid, going to the palace to make trouble, it is really a capital crime of rebellion, and here, as long as he says some more legitimate remarks, he will definitely not be beheaded with these people at that time.

But what everyone still wants to know is what they have in common.

"East, we are all from the east of the empire, and there is no one who is not, including Dirk City, including the Elegy Fortress!"

......

There was silence, silence for five minutes, and during these five minutes, Mingwei found a stone and sharpened the sword in his hand, and immediately, more and more people also looked down for stones to sharpen their weapons, and some people tightened their armor, and a war seemed to be just around the corner.

The east, that is, a wilderness in the eastern part of the Motu Empire.

The Motu Empire is fertile for thousands of miles, but not every piece of jade will be perfect, and there is also a small piece of wilderness in the land of the Motu Empire, where there is no water and soil, but it is the source of the Motu Empire's strength.

It was a rich deposit, producing half of the rest of the Ink Empire.

It is known as the place of ink and earth, where Mingwei worked as a child laborer, Bacator also did it there when he was younger, and his son, who also worked there because he did not work......

Yes, the defenders of Dirk City, the defenders of the Elegy Fortress, all served there, and Martial was no exception.

Only nobles, only those who have the blood of the nobility do not have to serve in labor, as long as they are non-aristocratic people in the Motu Empire, as soon as they are born, they are destined to their share of labor, if the son can't finish it, then Lao Tzu will continue to do it, if Lao Tzu dies, then the grandson will do it, and if the man is gone, the woman will do it, in short, only after this impoverished family all collapses or becomes a slave, this family can also be regarded as free.

The most difficult work in the empire was, of course, done by these bitter families, and the magnates only had to wait in the warm courtyard for the wine and food to be brought to them.

"Lord Mingwei, let's go into the palace together!"

Finally, a long-pent-up anger broke the silence.

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