Roland stumbled past the rubble and saw a new flag set up outside the city, with a bright yellow griffin pattern on it. Roland knew that it was the flag of the Land of the Moon.

At the moment when Motil, the southernmost city of the Principality of Mudran, also raised the flag of the Moon Country, Roland knew that from that day on, Mudran would cease to exist forever.

But Roland didn't care about all this. For him, the Principality of Mudran was just a place to live, and Roland never had the slightest sense of belonging to it. Even Mordir, the city where Roland lived for six years, was nothing more than a title in his eyes. Poor people like them don't care who the rulers are, as long as they can live.

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The situation in the city was similar to what Roland had expected, and the road was full of soldiers in groups of threes and threes. Some of them are camping in pairs, some are clearing the rubble...... They occasionally interacted with the people here, but more often than not, only rude orders.

But it is undeniable that they are replanning the order in the city, and in this way, Motil is much more orderly than before.

Roland pulled his scarf up to cover his face, leaving only his eyes exposed, making himself look more inconspicuous, and he was constantly looking for suitable prey.

I have to admit that the strength of the Moon Country is not without reason, the soldiers are not only physically strong, but also keen and alert, they are also very disciplined, and it is really not easy to start.

Roland couldn't imagine what would happen if he was caught by mistake! But the faint pain in his stomach reminded Roland all the time how uncomfortable he felt when he was hungry! Thinking about it carefully, Roland hadn't eaten for three or four days. Even Roland, who has always been physically strong, was hungry and panicked, not to mention the other weak friends in the orphanage.

Thinking of this, Roland's wavering heart gradually calmed down again: you must find something to eat!

Roland walked around and watched, looking for a suitable target. Suddenly, he saw an empty truck passing through the front door of the square, with traces of fresh dirt faintly visible on it.

A thought flashed through Roland's mind: potatoes!

Judging from the direction of the car and the wetness of the soil, the car must have just unloaded the potatoes not long ago, so those unloaded potatoes should be not far from the square.

Roland hurriedly followed the traces of the wheels, and after walking a short distance, he found a small group of soldiers stationed. It seems that those potatoes are the supply for these soldiers!

Roland looked at the surrounding terrain, in addition to the dilapidated buildings, there were also military tents stationed here, and there were still many small open spaces between the military tents, and those potatoes must be somewhere here.

Roland straightened his hat and took a deep breath. Then he trotted all the way to the blind spot of the patrolling soldiers' field of vision, and snaked into the barracks.

All these years of crawling and rolling at the bottom have made Roland have a faster speed than ordinary adults, coupled with his thin stature, no one even noticed the intrusion of his uninvited guest for a while.

Since Roland didn't know where the tent where the food was stored, he could only wander around like a headless fly along the way. Several times I almost bumped into a patrol on duty. However, because of the cover of snowflakes, Roland was not even discovered.

But all in vain.

Roland searched every tent, but still couldn't find anything to satisfy his hunger. He began to get a little restless: what are they going to do if they continue like this? If they don't eat, she'll starve to death!

At this moment, Roland saw through the snowflakes a figure in the small clearing in front of the tent. He subconsciously hurried to hide in the corner of the ruins, for fear of being discovered by the man.

But after a while, nothing happened.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and turned sideways to look back. This time he finally saw clearly, it was a girl standing there!

Judging by her height and size, she should be about the same age as Roland, but she looks like she is twelve or thirteen years old. Because the girl was standing with her back to Roland, Roland could not see her appearance clearly, and could only vaguely see that she had long blond hair and was wearing gorgeous clothes, which should be a child of a noble family.

It's just that why would a young lady like her appear on the front line of the battlefield? Roland felt a little surprised, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

In front of the girl's eyes was an abandoned piece of scorched wood, on which were a few war crows, reluctant to leave for a long time. And the reason why these war crows refuse to leave is because of her feeding.

It was only then that Roland could see that she was still holding a bowl of bread in her hand.

The girl is feeding the crows with bread.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Roland felt very sad, and he couldn't help but think of Pei'er again. Obviously about the same age, just because of the difference in origin, this girl can be fed with fine bread for fun, while Pei'er can only be cold and starve in the cold wind......

Thinking of this, Roland's heart couldn't help but feel a little resentful and excited, and the hunger made him get carried away, and at this time a bold idea had already occupied his thoughts: Roland wanted to snatch the food from the girl's hand! With it, at least Pell had the strength to hold on.

At this time, Roland no longer wanted to think about what kind of trouble the girl's aristocratic status would bring him. At this moment, all he was thinking about was how much probability he could have of success. The girl is about the same age as Roland, she is a girl with little strength, as long as Roland moves fast enough and runs away if she grabs it, Roland is confident that she can get out of the way!

After making up his mind, Roland slowly approached the girl step by step. The snow was the best cover, completely burying Roland's footsteps. The girl never noticed Roland's existence.

When he was close enough, Roland seized the girl's hand and snatched the bread again. The girl glanced at Roland in surprise, and Roland hurriedly covered her mouth with her other hand, afraid that she would scream.

But who knows, the girl's strength is so terrifying that she broke away from Roland's hand at once, and then she swiped her leg and tripped Roland to the ground!

Roland was in a hurry, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist. The girl fell on top of the snow with Roland. Roland was anxious to leave, so he quickly got up. But the girl turned over again and pressed Roland to the ground, and for a while Roland and the girl scuffled together, and it was inseparable.

The loud noise immediately attracted the others, who all looked surprised when they saw the girl. After the soldiers reacted to what was going on, they rushed up and picked up Roland, and then threw Roland to the ground!

Roland only felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, and struggled to get up. But another soldier kicked him in the knee. Roland heard the sound of a bone cracking, only felt a tingling pain, and then lost sensation in his right leg, kneeling on the ground for a long time and unable to get up. Then, I don't know who kicked Roland in the back of the head, causing him to fall to the ground, his face covered in bruises. A fishy smell welled up in Roland's throat, and his throat was very uncomfortable.

Roland lay on the ground gasping for air, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the girl. The girl had obviously not expected things to turn out the way they were, and her eyes were full of horror.

At this time, a white-bearded old man in battle armor led a team of people to appear beside the girl, and those soldiers who were originally arrogant and domineering to Roland, after seeing the old man, one by one, showed sincere and frightened expressions, and then they stood respectfully on the side, it seems that the old man should be the head of this group of people.

A guy who looked like a soldier captain pulled Roland's hair and raised his head, and after glancing at Roland with great disdain, he cursed and said, "Little bastard, don't look at your own identity? This is also the place where you can come, see that I don't kill you!" Immediately after, another storm of punches and kicks fell on Roland's body.

Roland only felt the pain in his head as if it were exploding, and then his consciousness began to blur gradually......