Forty minutes later, Eir's army entered the gates of Nomenkan, and when the soldiers belonging to the northern nobles on the walls were afraid, but still took up their spears and bows and arrows and prepared to resist, the nobles, who were hiding in their houses and drinking wine, suddenly came out and said to all the soldiers, "When you lay down your arms and open the gates to meet your new master." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

All the soldiers present were stunned, but the nobles felt that all this was a matter of course.

In the face of an army of 9,000 warriors, the nobles have obviously lost most of their confidence in their troops, they are not like these simple people who can only pick up spears and work blindly, fighting to the death, as nobles, no matter who is their own head, Karst or Il, as long as the aristocracy is still there, they will always have the wealth passed down from generation to generation, so surrender is really not an intolerable thing for them.

In the face of absolute strength, any resistance is meaningless, since they want to wait for the hope of losing both sides to be dashed, then in the face of the state of the enemy's strength and weakness, what the nobles need to do is to judge the situation and lead their people to welcome the new master and peace, isn't it?

Oh, that's none of our nobles' business.

Immediately afterwards, most of the soldiers also cheered, and whether the war was won or not had little to do with the soldiers who were born poor, and as for the words of diplomacy, righteousness, and allegiance, they were like wordless books to them, beyond the scope of obscurity.

All they know is that they finally don't have to fight anymore, which is a happy thing for most soldiers to tears, which means that they can go back to their hometowns, spend time with their children and wives, and drive their cattle to work in the fields.

But apart from the vast majority of those who laughed heartily at the end of the war, the rest of the soldiers had heavy faces, and instead of the joy of the end of the war and the arrival of peace, they had gloomy faces, as if the end of the war had made them very unhappy.

Among them was the little soldier who was beaten by the strong soldier who died, and the expression on his face beside the new boss was the same as that of the veteran soldier next to him, with a gloomy face and no feeling of happiness.

It stands to reason that this little soldier should not be angry, or even have no reason to be angry, he is a victim of the war, it is this war that brought him from his beautiful hometown like an oil painting to this hellish city, watching the villagers around him keep dying, and finally even himself, in that cold night, because of the real military situation reported by the drunken boss to beat him violently, how did he have such an idea?

This shouldn't be~

"Boss, is this the end of the war?"

The little soldier looked blankly at the cheers of everyone in front of him, the military music in the distance, the neat army, the anger in his heart, looking at a soldier next to him who cheered so much that he threw his hat into the air, the little soldier kicked on the waist of this recruit who joined the army at the same time as him, and directly kicked the person to the ground, and couldn't get up for a while, which can be regarded as a breath in his heart.

The man who was kicked down glanced at the creep, didn't speak, and left.

A few days ago, he was bullied and didn't dare to fight back, but now he has become the person he hated at the time, the experience of the little soldier can be said to be the common experience of many soldiers on the city wall, from his hometown to Nomenkan with the desire for a better life, and then was bullied by the veterans who came first, and then there are endless bad days, desperate people die early, and those who survive become new veterans, and continue to punch and kick down against the latecomers.

The creep is just one of the thousands.

Just after that battle, the soldier transformed, he regarded his former self as a negative teaching material, thinking that it was a cowardly self, not worthy of his pride, the past self, this is the conclusion that the soldier came to after that punch and kick.

Simple and crude, but suitable for the simple thinking of creeps.

Subsequently, he began to brainwash himself, only by conquering others with his fists, others will listen to you, hitting people with fists is not barbaric, it is just a more efficient thing, and he is just to make himself able to live better.

The speed of brainwashing was very fast, so fast that the little soldier himself couldn't believe it, and the next morning, he could already put his feet on the face of the new soldier without hesitation, and there was still a smile on his face, he only felt that the little soldier in front of him was the same as before, stupid, cowardly, and deserved to be robbed by himself, oh, it shouldn't use the word rob, it should be used to take this word.

Those things shouldn't belong to the weak in the first place.

The little soldier adapted to the new life, and soon enjoyed the new life, defending the border is no longer his main job, only teaching others is his main job, relying on a vote of 'comrades-in-arms' around him, the little soldier feels the feeling of 'man on the man'.

What this feeling means to a person born in the countryside is self-evident.

The right is the most charming poppy, this sentence is at some point, it is correct, the current situation of the little soldier is like this, addicted to false rights, enjoying the scared eyes of others, the little soldier keeps sucking the food and dignity of others, and grows up his own inferiority, but the heart of a warrior who is hypocritical on the surface.

The war is terrible, but the little soldier is happy, if there is no war, he is a hillbilly, a countryman who has only fought with 200 people, he will not have rights, he will not have the pleasure of scolding, all he can have is a rough-skinned wife, a bunch of children who grew up sucking his blood, and a few skinny goats.

Every quarter, he had to give 2/3 of the money he had from his work to the nobles, and then in the winter, he had to think about which of his children would starve to death this year, and then in the fall, he had to pray that there would be no drought or flood, lest he become a homeless and lose everything he had.

The war changed him, he fell in love with this turbulent day, but this day is today, but it is over, he has to return to his hometown, and then live the life of his father and grandfather, and finally give birth to a child, and watch his child marry a neighbor's child, or marry a neighbor's child, and the cycle repeats forever.

Without the respect of others, without the long sword in his hand, without the authority of command, without the possibility of beating and scolding at will, this is as unbearable as the end of the little soldier who has been addicted to power.

As for the beautiful countryside he once missed, it was just a coward who wanted to escape the blood and made up an illusion, and now he clearly understood what he wanted.

He wants the respect of others, he wants the long sword in his hand, he wants the authority of command, he wants the right to beat and scold at will, in the future, he also needs the ability to command the army, he must be able to choose the person he likes, he must have a small bungalow in the city, become a literate person, he must be able to dance, know how to have fun, and ask his children to have good tutors, so that they can go to university and get a good education.

All of this is not something that the countryside can give him, and he doesn't want to go back.

But now, he didn't seem to have a reason not to go back.

"Looks like it's over, oh shit, am I going back to that damn village again?"

The veteran soldiers around Xiao Bing also complained a lot, but compared to the Xiao Bing around him, the old soldier's tone was obviously much calmer, he was different from Xiao Bing, even if he returned to his own village, he would still have everything in that village as he is now.

The girl of the village chief's family will marry him, and he will also become the next village chief, and if he needs to command a group of men to do things like he does now, he can also organize a small army in his village and take them to farm and fish, which is no problem for him.

But the authority of the soldier comes from the veteran, he himself is just the normal figure of an ordinary person, although he has abdominal muscles, but it is also because of malnutrition and thin, the height is only about 1.75 meters, it is not particularly tall among the soldiers, compared with the people in his own village, he is not the best, back to his own village, he will only stand out from the crowd, there is no possibility of standing out, so the resentment of the soldier will be so big, it is understandable.

"Boss, don't you want to stay in the army?"

Listening to the tone of the veteran, as if he didn't want to return to his hometown, the little soldier's heart suddenly came alive, and he couldn't hear the difference between the tone of complaint and hatred in the tone of the veteran, but mixed it up, thinking that the veteran was the same as his own thoughts, and he was also hating the end of the war and the loss of rights, which gave the little soldier a chance to persuade, looking up at the tall veteran in front of him, the little soldier had hope in his heart.

The veteran waved his hand, with a look of disinterest on his face, and said to the little soldier on the side:

"Stay in the army, forget it, I'm not interested in serving these fools anymore, to be honest, I'm tired of the endless fighting, there's no fluffy bread, no beautiful women and good wine for us to enjoy, it's not paradise, it's just a big countryside. “

Perhaps knowing that he was about to leave the city, the veteran's tone of voice became much more cordial than before, and there was a slight smile on his face, which sounded like he was talking to a friend, not a subordinate, but these words were very disappointed in the ears of the little soldier.

Without a backer, the small soldiers have nothing, relying on a ruthless strength in the army may be able to make achievements, but the premise is that the army must be in the era of fighting, if it is in the era of peace, the army also speaks according to seniority and background, he is just a countryman, no relatives in the city, it is even more difficult to survive in such an army.

The distant army is getting closer and closer, the nobles in the city have left the city wall at this time, hurried to the city gate, ready to meet their new master, the little soldier stood on the city wall, looking at the appearance of the army in fresh clothes and angry horses, the unwillingness in his heart reached the apex, he put his weapon on the side of the battlement, with his not outstanding figure and face, quickly got off the city wall, hid among the many soldiers, and watched the powerful army.

He wanted to see what kind of people could take the city without blood.

Only in this way did Xiao Bing feel that he could be willing to do a little bit.

"Count of Saluzzo, Count of Montferrato, Guardian of Piedmont, Natural Leader of the Duchy of Susa, Servant of Christendom, Lord Il, Lord Alramici!" Accompanied by a long list of titles, solemn military music, and many nobles, Il rode his tall war horse to the city that would henceforth belong to him, Nomenkan.

With a hula sound, the nobles who were standing on the left side of the gate did not care whether the muddy road on the ground would stain their beautiful and expensive clothes, and took the lead and knelt directly on the ground, seeing that their lords were all kneeling, the knights and soldiers around naturally knelt down, and the soldiers were also among them.

Seeing that the usually majestic and inviolable lord knelt on the ground without even seeing anyone at this moment, so humble, Xiao Bing's heart couldn't help but be pulled fiercely, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and his two hands were on the ground, holding the soil on the ground tightly.

It's like you're making some big decision.

The cavalry gradually spread out by the gate of Nomenkan, and the military flags of various families immediately turned the whole city into a colorful place under the running of the standard-bearer, and the original blood-colored smell suddenly dimmed a lot, and even revealed some peaceful atmosphere, at this time, Yir appeared.

"Get up, my friends. “

As a soldier, Xiaobing is not qualified to look up at the nobles, even if he looks up, it is very disrespectful, so only when Yir's voice came, Xiaobing knew that Yir was not far from his current position, and listening to the voice, Xiaobing could feel that this earl's age was not very old.

"Welcome, Monsieur Earl....." The nobles' voices were very small, as if they were afraid that the people around them would hear what they were talking about, and listening to the intermittent voices and the army that had ceased to make any noise since Il's entry into the city gates, the soldier's heart suddenly ignited a fire, and the expression on his face was hideous, and finally, he rushed directly in the direction of the voice of Il! )