The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into Kenny's tent, he lifted the deer fleece blanket on his body, got up and stretched a long lazy waist, then walked to the table and picked up the silver kettle on the table, wanting to be sober with the wine from his hometown, and when he looked up, he remembered that the wine in the silver kettle had lost to Mike's guy in a bet yesterday, Kenny shook his head helplessly, and the bad day began again. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Kenny picks up the dried beef he had eaten from last night, takes a bite and lifts the tent and walks out.

The Iron Man Legion has begun its morning exercises, and groups of neatly arranged soldiers are training their bayonets in an orderly manner, which has been a tradition since my grandfather's generation, and they will not stop practicing even in wartime.

At the end of the morning exercise, the coalition army braved the oncoming sun and marched to the city of Karta.

At noon, they rested on the edge of a small town in the northern part of the moor, almost close to the border of the city of Karta, but from a distance, the town's buildings were still the bluestone brick houses characteristic of the moor, and the houses were covered with neat bluestone tiles.

In recent days, the rations of the alliance army are basically roasted radishes and a little dried beef, which makes the two noble-born lords very uncomfortable, Mike, who has always eaten meat and drinks a lot, even faded out of his mouth, and the most important thing is that their wine has bottomed out, and the three of them took Marvin and Camille to prepare to go to the town to open meat.

Lawrence refused at first, feeling that it would be too disturbing to the townspeople, but Camille made a particularly lofty excuse, 'We're just going to visit the townspeople here, and see what they usually eat, if there is any surplus wheat to make wine, and whether they are doing well'.

In this way, the five of them walked to the town.

After walking a short stretch of tamped dirt road, a bluestone paved path replaced the dirt road from which they had come, and when they reached the north side of the town, Marven pointed to the blurred handwriting on the road sign and said word by word, 'Fen. . . Accept.. Town. Oh, so it's called Fenner', Marven said to himself, trotting two steps to catch up with Kenny's group in front.

The five of them walked into the town, only to see people coming and going on the streets of the town, and there were carriages passing by from time to time, so it is conceivable that this town is still very wealthy. As the group continued to walk inside, the road widened and widened, and they noticed that the townspeople on the side of the street had stopped and stared at their distant visitors.

The clothes of the five of them did seem a little strange in this wasteland town, two men in silver armor, a blue-eyed imp in a robe, a squire in standard iron armor, the most conspicuous was Mike, the season was late autumn, and the red-haired crow was no longer visible in the south, and he was still shirtless, revealing the Angolan totem that he thought was good-looking.

Camille looked at the people's gaze and felt that they were paying their respect, and he excitedly shouted to the townspeople on the street, "Hey, dear Fenner townspeople, this is the leader of the Union Army, Kenny Dalton, the heroic lord who overthrew the dark regime of Marshall!"

Kenny was a little embarrassed by Camille's voice, it was obvious that Marven would not do this, and the exposure of their identities made them easy to be targeted by people with malicious intentions, which would have a certain impact on their safety.

As soon as Camille's words fell, they noticed that the townspeople who had stopped on the street had changed their eyes, from curiosity to anger, and the group looked at them from all sides, feeling that they were about to be swallowed up by these glances.

A townsman stood in front of a house on the side of the street, with a broom in her hand, as if she was about to clean up the fallen leaves in front of the door, she stared at the five people in the distance with resentment, her teeth clucked, she changed the broom in her hand to the other hand, and spat at Kenny and the others.

When the woman finished spitting, all the townspeople on the street followed suit, and more and more townspeople began to spit on them, and some noisy sounds began to appear.

"Abominable Confederate Army", "Damn Kenny", "War Demon", "Power Lackey"....

The increasing insults irritated the eardrums of Kenny's group, and they were surprised by the sudden scolding, all of them were new to this town, no one had offended the townspeople, and Kenny's policies had not affected the interests of the townspeople.

It was the first time that Kenny, who had always been popular with the people, fell into such a panic, and he never imagined that there would be such a popular roar and such resentment in his own territory.

The scolding was full of hatred, as if he had ordered all the houses and slept with all their wives, and Kenny was no longer a lion on the battlefield, he was like a wounded rabbit.

'Ding'

A pebble slammed into Lawrence's silver armor with a crisp sound, and Lawrence looked down at his beloved armor, except for the double-edged gun, which was the only thing his father had left him, and in the eyes of the knight, armor could be damaged on the battlefield, but no one was allowed to insult it.

He looked up at the child throwing stones under the big tree on the side of the street, anger burned in his chest, Lawrence pulled out the dagger at his waist, rushed to the bottom of the tree with one lunge, and raised the child with one hand, Mike followed closely behind and grabbed Lawrence's raised hand.

"Lay him down, you war maniacs!" a woman shouted at them from the side of the street.

"Get out, you lunatics!" "Kind of you're slaughtering this town!"

Lawrence's impulse completely angered the townspeople here.

The townsfolk on the street returned to their houses, and in the blink of an eye, a group of townsfolk armed with various shovels and sticks rushed towards them.

Seeing that something was wrong, several people immediately smeared oil on the soles of their feet, Kenny rushed to the front, Marven drew his sword and followed, Mykra Lawrence, who was full of foul language, followed Marven a few steps behind, and the short Camille fell last.

The red cloak whirred behind Kenny, and Marven looked back behind him as he ran, a panting Camille was obviously not exercising regularly, and several people were like beasts being chased by hunters, and the wind howled in the small town of the wasteland.

Suddenly, a man appeared not far in front of Kenny's eyes, who did not have a 'weapon' in his hand, and he waved to Kenny and his party as they ran, and held out his index finger to point to the alley next to him, signaling them to turn from where he was pointing.

Kenny didn't dare to think too much about the urgency of the situation, and he glanced back at the townsfolk behind him, and although they had already left them a short distance, the number of pursuers was increasing, as if the whole town had come out to pursue them.

In the blink of an eye, Kenny ran up to the man, and after a few seconds of thinking, his intuition told Kenny that this man might really be helping them, and Kenny made a sharp turn into the alley that the man had signaled, and several people behind him followed.