Miller is a small worker in the city of Otis, as a native of the royal capital, Miller has been busy for so many years, married a wife who is not bad-looking, and he also has a pair of lovely children a few years ago.

From this point of view, Miller is considered to be the group of people who live a relatively happy life among the Charlottes.

However, Miller didn't think so at this time.

Taking a puff of his cold, bruised nose, Miller and a group of Charlotte civilians who were also commoners and working class gathered at the market gate of Otis City.

They are all here to receive relief food, the city of Otis has been besieged for almost a month, there is no input of external resources, the city has starved to death a lot, if it were not for the mercy of the nobles, every day to give these people who can't survive Charlotte civilians to give a part of the help, the city of Otis would have been in chaos a long time ago.

I don't know how long I waited, but a huge stone door in the bazaar slowly opened, and a group of Charlotte civilians saw it and rushed over like a tide.

"Disperse, disperse!" a whole group of big-shouldered, round-waisted Charlotte soldiers, brandishing spears to dispel the agitated civilians.

There is only one squadron of Charlotte soldiers, and there are thousands of civilians here, where can they be suppressed.

Hungry and crazy, Charlotte civilians don't care whether the weapons in the hands of these soldiers are sharp or not.

The stone door was only half opened, and it was blocked by the excited Charlotte civilians.

"Stop!" Finally, a loud shout full of neutral qi came, accompanied by the use of fighting energy, and the sound came, causing many close Charlotte civilians to cover their ears in pain, and a pale red blood stain flowed out of their ears.

Transforming the fighting qi in the form of sound waves, this is at least a high-ranking knight squire, and from his perfect control of the fighting qi, it can be seen that he is still the best among the high-level squires.

The excited civilians in front were blocked, but countless people crowded in behind, and the scene was still chaotic.

It wasn't until the high-ranking knight squires led by the squire used their long swords to cut down several of the most powerful Charlotte civilians that this chaotic situation was brought to rest.

The group of civilians, who had been hungry all day, were finally calmed down by blood and knife light.

The leading high-ranking squire of Charlotte stared coldly at the group of civilians in front of him, and all the Charlotte civilians who looked at him lowered their heads, they had no doubt that what was hidden under this armor was a demon who killed people without blinking.

The stone gate was completely opened, and a team of horses more than 10 meters long was exposed, and behind each horse, a flat wooden cart was pulled, and on the wooden cart were stacked with potatoes and rice potatoes half a person high.

Every Charlotte civilian who saw the food involuntarily licked his lips and swallowed a dry spit.

Distribute food and do it in an orderly manner. Every civilian who was suppressed did not dare to be presumptuous again.

If you look at such scenes from above, there are six places in the city of Otis in Nuoda!

Miller was lucky, he was clever and he was in the middle of the line here.

There was less and less food on the planks of the carriage ahead, and Miller's heart became more and more anxious.

Finally, it was his turn, a team of horses more than ten meters long, and there were less than two planks for food at this time.

At this time, a man in front of him was praying to the soldiers distributing food, "Please, give me another piece, I have a six-year-old child to raise." ”

This man looked quite old, and his voice had a dullness peculiar to northerners.

The soldier who gave him food was a young man with a young face, and he was embarrassed to plead in the face of a man much older than himself.

This should be a new soldier, Miller guessed in his heart, how could those veteran oils be polite to them civilians, and they would have kicked over a long time ago.

"Love or not, where is so much nonsense!" Sure enough, when the young soldier was fundraising, next to him, it seemed that a non-commissioned officer of his squad leader, grabbed a piece of potato that the civilian was holding in his hand and threw it out.

As the potatoes flew out, they followed the greedy gaze of a group of Charlotte civilians.

The man in front of Miller didn't care about begging for food, so he crawled after the potato, which was the life-saving food for him and his son today, and he could only starve if he lost it

When it was Miller's turn, he would not have naïve fantasies like the man before, but politely said "A piece of potato, thank you!" to the soldiers who distributed him food!"

Whether it was a pure Charlotte king or a friendly attitude, the soldier who distributed the food to him had a good first impression of him, so he got a piece that was slightly larger than the other potatoes.

With the potatoes in his hand, Miller did not stop here and hurriedly left.

There wasn't much food on the planks anymore, but there were still half of the people lined up here, and there was bound to be chaos later.

A short time later, less than 200 meters after Miller walked out, there was a noise and the sound of soldiers shouting and scolding, accompanied by the terrible screams of people being injured when the wooden cart had been knocked over.

Miller quickened his pace and left the land of right and wrong.

The advantage of the people of the royal capital was manifested at this time, and after two circles around the city, Miller shook off those who might have followed him so hungry that there were only two skins on his chest.

Walking to the southwest corner of the Intrapus where he lives, there are large townhouses with most of the people who were born and raised in Otis City.

Because this place is relatively close to the palace of Charles Lotte compared to other places, ordinary people really have no way to get a house here.

Miller stared warily at the group of people lying in front of the row of low houses, not all of his neighborhoods, because of the decay of the Charlotte war.

In many of the fallen areas, large numbers of nobles and commoners poured into the city of Otis before the Faustinians besieged it. The city of Otis originally had 120,000 residents, but now there are 150,000 people.

This was when a large number of civilians starved to death in the city every day.

Miller's neighbor, a good man in his forties who had never married a wife in his life, adopted a child who had fled some time ago, only to be looted by the refugees who had fled with the child.

Not only was the food robbed, but even he himself was mutilated and thrown out. As for the child he adopted, he had long been driven away by that group of scum along with him. Now the two of them are still in the city to pick up food to eat.

If Miller hadn't been hostile to this group of outsiders along with his old neighbors who had lived around him for many years, I'm afraid they would have been beaten up a long time ago.

But the good times didn't last long, there were more and more refugees from other places here, and this group of people was hungry every day, and they couldn't do anything, just lying there upright and "lying on the corpse", with their prominent eyes staring at the people passing by. It's chilling.

Miller has seen a lot, and he is not afraid of them, and he does not want to provoke them. Hiding the food he had just received, he walked past the refugees lying on the ground with his waist straight.

He even accidentally stepped on some unlucky guy, leaving a miserable cry on the road.

Walking to a whitedish yellow wooden door, Miller knocked on the wooden board blocking the window, and after a while a smart little face was revealed, and Miller's tense face finally relaxed.

"Bob, open the door!" Miller said with a smile to the children in the door.

Forty square meters of cottage with just one kitchenette and one bedroom. Miller's family of four is crammed into this small house.

Miller placed the potatoes he had received in a wooden bowl in the kitchen, and his sons and daughters, with their big eyes shining, leaned on either side of Miller, one left and one right, knowing that this was their food today. The two little ones were hungry and flowed all over the ground.

After a while, Miller's wife returned, a woman who didn't look much worse than Miller, Betty, Miller's wife.

Betty doesn't have the squeamishness of a southern woman, and when the two first met, Miller fell in love with Betty, who had a cheerful personality and did things no worse than men, and came to work in the royal capital.

In the end, Miller stood out among Betty's suitors by virtue of his status as a native of Otis City and the advantage of owning a house in the city.

Betty gave birth to a son six years ago, and a daughter four years ago, and the family should have lived happily ever after, but the truth is。。。。。。

Betty, who had just returned home, took off the coat she was wearing and took out a palm-sized potato. There was only one coat at home, which Miller did not wear, and left it for his wife. He had choked on the cold before.

"I had good luck today and grabbed a piece of potato. Betty spoke in a relaxed voice. Years of hard life, and the hardships of recent years, made Betty, who was also a beauty when she was young, only have deep wrinkles and dry hands left now.

Betty is very thin, which is caused by malnutrition all the time, and she can't tell that she is already a mother of two.

Just as Miller received the alms at the bazaar, Betty received it elsewhere. In order to prevent chaos, the nobles distributed food separately for men and women.

Don't think that Betty's side is all women, it's much better than Miller's. On the contrary, because it is a woman, it is even crazier over there.

Charlotte's soldiers could do it to civilian or refugee men like Miller, but they rarely did it to women. The soldiers also have a conscience, and they can't beat the Faustinians on the front line, and they don't have the face to attack the women of their country. No matter how cold-blooded he is.

It is precisely because of this that the side where the women receive the relief food is even more chaotic. A group of women went up to grab food with their teeth and claws, and it was good that the soldiers could maintain order.

Betty also relied on her tall and strong strength to grab a piece of potato this time. The result was a few more scratches and bruises on his arms. The women of that group were no worse than the men when they moved.

"It looks like I'm going to have enough to eat today. Miller squeezed out a smile as he busied himself to find a potion for Betty. Recently, it's been a mess outside, and they always have things like medicine and wine.

Betty began to prepare their dinner, a simple stew of mashed potatoes, sprinkled with a pinch of salt and chopped wild vegetables, which was the supreme delicacy of the commoners.

Feeling the medicine on her arm, her husband carefully rubbed the medicinal wine on the wound, and Betty's heart was peaceful.

Although she didn't enjoy any happiness with this man, the world is like this, Betty didn't have the slightest complaint, she was a cheerful person, but she was crushed by reality.

After eating, the family lay on the plank bed, and Miller and Betty put their two children to sleep in the middle. The scarcity of food made the family dare not waste a little physical strength, except for going out to get food, that is, sleeping at home with the child.