Today, Locke received the news that it was half a month later that their battalion needed to arrive in the small town of Remosa in front of the city of Entle. The war has dragged on long enough, and the military department issued a strict order to capture Entelcheng in half a month and completely disintegrate Charlot's living force.

In the evening, Locke summoned Hans, and after giving an explanation, Hans left with a group of soldiers.

In the middle of the night, the town of Giza was as gloomy as a ghost land, full of dilapidated houses and collapsed buildings, and only the sound of the hustle and bustle that proved that the town was still alive.

Hagen has been having a good time lately, and he didn't expect his wife to be able to meet a big man, and he will also rise with him. He used to be a tavern, and he didn't know anything else, and his ability to observe words and colors was not bad. He had long seen Charlotte's defeat and took refuge in the Faustinians. But he doesn't have any barriers, and it's normal for Faustin to kick it open when he's using it, but not anymore. Hagen is full of confidence.

Hagen walked drunkenly on the side of the road in the town of Giza, he was going to one of his lover's houses, although the war destroyed everything, but it was not bad for him, at least he was better off than others. The road was always stumbling at night, and Hagen had already tripped once, and he continued to walk scolding, and some beggars and refugees around him were kicked and beaten by him at will.

Suddenly, a dark shadow crashed into it. "You don't have long eyes on a horse...... Hagen scolded angrily, but then there was no sound. The moonlight shone through, revealing the majestic body of a black shadow, and Hans, who was holding a short dagger, looked at Hagen who had been stabbed in the throat on the ground with an expressionless face.

"Ho-ho-......" Hagen's eyes widened, pointing at the shadow to say something, and finally his head twisted and he lost his breath.

A group of people appeared behind the shadow, and they quickly cleaned up the scene, and finally the shadow and the group disappeared in the night, leaving only a headless body.

The beggars and refugees around slowly gathered together, and after observing that there was no danger around, they swarmed up and snatched the few clothes on their bodies.

A beggar gripped a coin from somewhere in his body, but was quickly snatched by another, stronger beggar, and after a scramble, the ground was empty. I don't know where the half of the body was kicked by the crowd.

In a basement in the town of Giza, dozens of yellow, thin-faced people gather to keep warm. There was only a small pile of wood burning on the ground, and most of the people around were wearing only one or two thin pieces of coarse cloth. There are men and women, old and young.

Hans and his party appeared here, and what they saw was this situation, and they had seen a lot of this kind of thing, and they didn't feel much.

There seem to be quite a few people here who know them and are shocked, but more often they are scared and hesitant. An emaciated middle-aged man stepped forward, and he seemed to be the leader here.

Hans didn't talk nonsense with these people, and threw Hagen's head with a flick of his hand. "The underground world of this town will be watched by you in the future, but the monthly hand-in will be two percent higher than before, otherwise he will be a role model!"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to have digested the information he had just gotten, and said in shock, "My lord, aren't you angry with us?"

"As long as you do well, we won't do anything to you. Anyway, give us results, or ......," Hans coldly threatened.

The middle-aged man was taken aback, and immediately replied, "It's definitely more than Hagen handed in." ”

Hans snorted coldly and led the people away, without much nonsense.

The middle-aged man saw that they were all gone, and his body seemed to be hollowed out, and he sat down dejectedly. "Big brother, we sent it this time," the younger brothers around them all said excitedly, and the old man and the women also smiled, only the children looked at these adults in confusion.

The middle-aged people were the same group of people who robbed Xia Qian's tavern in the first place. After being taught a lesson by Locke, they had a very bad life, and later Locke became the squadron leader, and more people wanted to find fault with them.

The middle-aged man used to be a small businessman, with a little brain, otherwise he would not be the leader of this group of people, he always hoped to lead them to a good life, even if the means were not honorable.

The refugees here are all from a town, and Charlotte was forced to flee because of the defeat in the war and the rampant bandits in the country. The middle-aged man had no way out and chose to rob at the beginning, and only Xia Qian's Green Palm Tavern was still open at that time.

That's when he got into trouble with Locke. During that time, their group starved to death several old people and children, and there was no way to live, and he didn't dare to anger Locke. Now there is a chance to live better, although it is a black force, but it can live better, no matter what so much, even if it is an opportunity given by the enemy, it cannot be given up.

The middle-aged man plans to work hard, and he must not end up in Hagen.

When the city of Frans ceased to be "patrolled" by soldiers, it finally fell silent, and some Charlottes began to walk around the streets, but they still cowered, as if they could not forget the brutality of Faustin's soldiers when the city was broken.

For ordinary civilians in Charlotte, the Faustin soldiers still wouldn't do anything out of the ordinary, because there was no need.

Locke and Xia Qian walk through the city of Frans and experience the flavor of a foreign town. Xia Qian had never been to a big city like Frans City before, and her curiosity about big cities was even greater than that of Locke. It's just that at this time, there was no bustling scene on the street, and the few shops were also run by the caravans of Locke's battalion and Baron Kashre's battalion, and they only sold grain.

This kind of shop collects everything, jewelry, coins, weapons and armor picked up on the battlefield can be exchanged for food, and food is only eaten by a kind called briquette. This food is black in color and has carbon-colored particles on the surface, so it is called a briquette. If the bran chestnut cake is made from the husk of cereals, then the briquette is made from the bottom of the pot where the bran chestnut cake is made. This thing can't even be looked at by mice, but at this time it is sought after by the Charlottes.

Locke had eaten briquettes, and his throat was dry and astringent after eating it, and he would have a stomachache if he ate too much, and he would have no nutrition, and his limbs would be weak if he ate it for a few days in a row. If the chaff is sometimes a cameo for the horses' food, the briquettes are absolutely not a must, unless you want the horses in the army to be weak and untouchable.

The Charlottes are not stupid, but they can't help it, especially for "city people" like them, if you say that in the countryside like the town of Giza, people can still find food in the fields and in the woods, but in the city, except for a yard with a few fruit trees, you don't want to find a little food.

Most of the merchants in their camp who sold briquettes knew Locke and smiled at him as a greeting. And in the shop on Baron Kashgar's side, one of the people watching the scene happened to be Sean, who was drinking with Locke that day.

"Brother Locke, why are you free to come here?" Sean was teaching a refugee who should have fainted from hunger and grabbed food.

Locke is indeed a strange squadron leader, and the other squadron leaders usually either practice or live happily in their own quarters, or go to the baron or other squadron leaders to walk around, but Locke seems to have nothing to do, and all day long he either hangs out with the lower soldiers on the street, or wanders around.

In Jerson's words, "Locke is still young after all, and he hasn't adapted to the life of a squadron leader." ”

In the words of Master Zoro, "Locke loves to be lively." ”

But only Uncle Yoshak was most accurate: "Locke is using his own abilities to develop." This is so evil that few people who have heard it understand it.

Locke has been away for many years, wallowing in the pile of dead people at the age of fourteen, and he wants to live a good life more than anyone else, and he wants to enjoy it more than anyone else. But the perennial life of involuntary life gave him a deep sense of distress. He wants to do everything to develop himself.

The rest of the squadron leaders chose to climb upwards and upwards, pulling in the same level and climbing to the more advanced ones. And although Locke also understands this, he has rarely been exposed to it before, and he has not yet adapted to this state. But instead of being discouraged, he chose a different path.

He believes that he can be the leader of the squad now, and no matter how bad he is in the future, he will not be too miserable, and he is useless now, so what about the future? Don't deny the value of anyone.

So he mingled with the squad leader who was not his own squadron, and even had a few good friendships with the squad leader under Baron Kashre. Therefore, he chose the underworld forces in Giza Town, which no one looked down on, and although there was relatively little money to be honored now, what about the future? Giza Town was a traffic artery in the past, and he did not believe that this town would not be able to develop.

"Come out and have a look. Locke said, hugging Xia Qian's waist.

"This is my sister-in-law, right? Brother Locke, you have a vision. After Sean finished speaking, he called out to a caravan man behind him, "Duck, where is the silver bracelet that your boy took yesterday? Take it out and give it to your sister-in-law." ”

A clever young man said yes, ran out of the caravan, and respectfully handed it to Locke. After Locke played with it, he gave it to Xia Qian, who couldn't hold back her excitement, this was her first piece of jewelry, and it was also the most precious one.

To be honest, it is indeed a boutique, and it is a little better than the other ones that were turned out of the box of the second dealer. Locke patted Sean on the shoulder.

Xia Qian has long been envious of the jewelry of Grace and others who live in the same courtyard, the sapphire on Grace's neck and the gold bracelet on Rafite's wrist are so exquisite in her opinion.

Xia Qian happily played with the bracelet in her hand, and Locke felt that she had not been treated badly. Locke remembered the bracelet and earrings he had gotten from the two dealers that day, which he had intended to give to his sister in the future. Xia Qian likes it, so give it to her first.

Since Xia Qian already had the bracelet, Locke took out the pair of earrings from his arms and handed them to Xia Qian.

"Do you like it?" Locke placed the earrings in Xia Qian's hand.

If that silver bracelet is the nobility of jewelry, then this earring is the royalty of jewelry. Elegant curves, delicate diamonds, make up this pair of exceptional earrings.

"I like it!" Xia Qian kissed Locke excitedly, not caring about the eyes of the people around her, she felt more and more that it was the right choice to choose this younger brother than her.