It can be said that the towns and villages behind the defense line formed a perfect supply line, which is why the aristocratic council not only did not accept the internal migration of farmers around the border every year, but encouraged the hinterland to settle there. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If there were no people living there, how the annual supply would be transported to the border would be a big problem. Not only will you have to build a supply line, but you will also have to send troops along the way, which will cost four or five times more money and manpower than you do now.

What's more, the existence of a village can solve the personal problems of the border soldiers, and when they can no longer go to the battlefield, they can get a piece of land without an owner from a certain village, and then get married and have children to spend the rest of their lives.

This not only solved the problem of the post-war treatment of the soldiers, but also solved the problem of the source of troops for the border army from the root.

In terms of hatred for the beasts and identification with the border army, who else can compare to the descendants of veterans who have come down from the battlefield?

They took honor and faith from their fathers and rushed to the battlefield against the orcs with their swords.

These young talents don't think about returning to the Huahua World in the interior all day long, and the only idea in their hearts is to let those damn orcs roll back into the depths of the grassland.

Over the years, the "Karghali Line" and the villages and towns behind it have formed a relationship of interdependence. There are children of veterans in villages and towns, and wives and children of soldiers in active service...... Therefore, the warriors took up arms to fight the orcs, not only for the interior of the empire not to be plundered, but also for the relatives behind them not to be slaughtered.

In fact, for ordinary little people, it is difficult for lofty ideas to resonate with them, but it is the insignificant happiness from the family that can make them blood stain the field.

The borders of the empire have changed hands several times over the millennia, but no matter how tragic the wars are, it is the human side that will win the war and sovereignty the territory.

Perhaps this has something to do with the aristocratic council's strong support for the frontier in terms of resources, but the most important thing is this peculiar bond between the border army and the people.

After all, it is the strongest line of defense poured by kinship, honor, and hatred, and the heroes who have endured suffering are the strongest, and the boy will soon become one of them.

The boy woke up on a sunny afternoon.

He looked up slightly, and was greeted by a weather-beaten face.

The soldier who rescued him sat in front of his bed, and the sunlight fell on the soldier's back through the window lattice and refracted into the whole room, and in the dappled light, the somewhat ugly middle-aged man looked like an angel preaching the gospel to the world.

He is indeed the angel of the boy, although this celibate veteran has always wanted to call himself the "father" of the boy.

The boy neither accepted nor denied it, but only hid his gratitude in his heart, and looked silently at the dancing benefactor, like a lifeless porcelain.

That afternoon, the middle-aged soldier who had always been called "Lao Pozi" by the robes had a son, and the boy also had a new name, "Zoxia".

The name was given by the clerk of the fortress for a month's salary, which means "optimistic and cheerful child".

But unfortunately, the boy who was pressed by hatred was neither optimistic nor cheerful, he did not react to the name in the slightest, and he ignored the cries of the middle-aged man. He just sat there without squinting, as if the other party was greeting someone else.

However, "Lao Pozi" did not give up, he stubbornly called himself "father", and stubbornly called the boy "Zoxia", as if this could make the poor child forget his grief and regain his innocent smile again.

Eventually, Lao Pozi's persistence was successful, and the boy began to call him his father and began to call himself "Joxia", but he never smiled again. However, at that time, "Lao Pozi" could not continue to help the boy change, because he had already lost his life before the boy changed......

Early one morning, three weeks after the boy woke up, "Lao Pozi" said goodbye to his "son" as usual, and then went out on patrol with a satisfied smile.

The boy sat quietly on the bench as usual, silently enduring the hatred and sorrow in his heart.

The hourglass flipped many times, and the time came to sunset.

The door to the dwelling was opened from the outside, and instead of the familiar stumbling figure, the boy saw a stretcher and a white cloth......

There was a hideous look on the bloodstained face that made the boy feel distressed, and he carefully pushed the middle-aged man's shoulder, expecting the other party to respond as usual.

But the reality is cruel, the boy has to accept that the "father" who racks his brains every day to make himself happy, and uses all his words to lure him to speak, is dead, and the cold corpse is placed in front of him.

The boy tried to lift the white cloth completely, but the iron grip stopped him. The soldier who sent the "old Pozi" back shook his head at the boy with tears in his eyes, because the body hidden under the white cloth was not "intact......

The patrol of "Lao Pozi" was confronted by a raiding team of orcs, and without the slightest verbal exchange, the two teams fought each other driven by hatred.

Originally, the patrol team had already won the battle, and there was no name of "Lao Pozi" in the attrition list, but no one expected that there would be a half-blood, a minotaur with barbarian blood in the orc squad.

Stimulated by hatred and fear, the dying minotaur suddenly went berserk, and he slammed up from the ground, his eyes red and srimmed towards the nearest soldier.

At this time, the soldiers of the patrol were scattered to clean up the battlefield, although they were vigilant, but their mentality was already relaxed. The soldier who had been targeted by the Minotaur was completely stunned, standing there stupid, unable to react.

The young man thought that he was dead, but he never thought that he was saved by the robe.

It was "Lao Pozi" who rescued the young man, because of his inconvenient legs and feet, he had been allowed by the captain not to participate in the cleaning activities of the battlefield, so he was also the first to react from this incident.

Experienced people can always avoid their own shortcomings, and the experienced "Lao Pozi" is also one of them.

He knew what would happen in melee combat without a nimble pace, so from the moment he sloped, he became a ranged attacker on the patrol.

"Lao Pozi" did not have a talent for bows and crossbows, but he practiced an extremely strong spear throwing technique.

Within fifty paces, the short spear infused with fighting spirit could penetrate his body, and even if the enemy was a rough-skinned orc, he could use the short spear to open one hideous blood hole after another in his body.

The moment the minotaur got up, "Old Pozi" reacted, he pulled out the last remaining short spear from his back, and threw it with all his might. The whistling spear pierced the Minotaur's chest, shattering the young man's heart before he could attack him.

If such an injury were replaced by a human, I am afraid that they would die in the first place, but unfortunately, they are facing orcs who have fallen into a state of madness.

The Minotaur's life did come to an end, but his strong body and frenzied will caused him to throw out the totem pole in his hand before he died, targeting the enemy who had delivered him the fatal blow with his short spear.

"Lao Pozi" was very confident in his target, so he relaxed after the spear shot, and when he reacted, the huge totem pole was already in front of him, and he wanted to dodge, but the disabled legs and feet slowed him down.

In the end, he still couldn't dodge the flying totem pole, and the pillar as thick as a big tree smashed down at the waist, crushing half of the "old slope" body into minced meat......

PS: The author will not arrange a heroine for Mephistopheles...... Yes, but Count Cheno's will have wives. After all, as a nobleman, it's really strange that he hasn't married a wife for decades, but don't worry, it's just a political marriage, and I won't arrange any emotional scenes. It's that I don't want to write, it's not that I won't write, uh...... Yes, it is not.