By the time Ron saw Tariq again, it had been almost a week, and all the worries and anxieties and occasional doubts about his own judgment had vanished with Tariq appearing with the hordes of farmers.

As far as the eye can see, there are far more than 200 people, and if you count the few women, there are about 400 people. The reason why this number would far exceed their previous expectations was due to the relentless onslaught of the nobles of Stegia, and the gold mines could not be held at any time, so how could they put the miners there again?

Because Tariq had sent someone back to report the news, the village of Ustok had already prepared enough food and clean fresh water, and several cauldrons were placed outside the village, sizzling above the campfire.

The rescued peasants received repeated assurances from the legionnaires that they would be properly cared for. But what? Are they being deceived less often? There are really few people who believe that their lives will take some drastic turn in the future, like that husk rolling dung balls - on both sides.

The reason why they fled after this group of people was only because there was nowhere to go! And the hard work and hardship of rushing all the way has further magnified their distrust of the rescuers, where is this going? What are we going to be called for?

However, the fears, doubts, and worries of the farmers were swallowed into their stomachs along with the bowls of steaming food.

Fragrant!

It smells so good!

It smells so good that they almost bite their lips!

It smells so good that they're about to dry their tears!

For a long time, they had never eaten with their bellies as they did now, and even before they were captured by the Apocalyptic Warriors, they lived a life of hunger and hardship!

The land belongs to the boyers,

The grain seeds belong to the boyers,

The farm implements belong to the boyers,

The animals necessary for farming are the boyers,

Even their lives are for the boyers,

Therefore, Lord Boyer has been so generous and benevolent for you, and has made such a big concession, can you slaves still bear not to give the grain that the master harvests after ploughing?

Is there any reason for this? Do you still have a conscience? Can the gods stand it?

Therefore, even if the grain is harvested year after year, they can only watch as the truckloads of grain are transported to the castle, to the towns, to the damned barn, and to the ashes and mold that they will not be able to take a bite!

And what can they do if they don't have to eat the food they have worked so hard to grow, but they have to eat it? It's nothing more than eating your own wife, eating your own daughter, and eating your own son!

Relying on their efforts to make ends meet this year, they tightened their belts and continued to dig in the fields, praying for the blessing of the gods to make the coming year more abundant, and their families could have more food left.

What if even the wives and children were eaten cleanly, and they themselves were chewed into dross that could not be swallowed by the mouths of the boyers?

But what can they do?!

The brave may have fled into the mountains and wilderness, becoming bandits, bandits, or even the terrifying apocalyptic warriors of legend.

But they are honest and faithful, but they suffer a little more, endure a little more, and ask the gods for mercy, and ask for Boye's mercy!

It's just damn it, their honesty, their loyalty, their patience and patience, and let and go, and in the end, what did they get in exchange?!

Day!

The peasants gulped down their food, as if they were devouring hatred, devouring hatred, eating all this injustice that had led them to a tragic fate! Devouring the flesh that rises high!

"It's almost, I can't let them eat anymore."

However, the bastard who killed a thousand knives seemed to be heartbroken with his own food, and seemed to be completely unconcerned about the pain expressed in the hearts of these farmers, and in any case, Ron ordered the food to be stopped.

"I really can't let them eat anymore, doing so will kill me." Arthur, who has a similar experience of hunger, is very sympathetic, his stomach has shrunk a lot due to long-term hunger, and he suddenly overeats a lot of food, and the only end is death.

The cauldron full of food was carried back one by one, and then buckets of warm water that had cooled down were brought up, and the soldiers, regardless of whether the farmers liked it or not, poured a ladle of water on them anyway, and washed them away from the stains and greasy stains that had been stained for days, of course, this was only the first step, and then everyone had to soak in the hot water and rub it clean.

The regiment commander made it very clear that even if the livestock were counted, as long as conditions permitted, there must not be a single flea and bedbug on the person's body.

Since the settlement of the forest people, when nothing major has happened, in addition to the fixed training every day, they have been busy with personal hygiene, collective hygiene and all kinds of strange things.

Fortunately, the village of Ustok now lacks everything, the only thing that is not lacking is firewood and wood, and the fire is as red as the village of the people, and it is busy until the afternoon, when the cleaning of the new farmers is over.

"Ron, you're so nice to these farmers, and you're not afraid that they won't follow you."

In the distance of the crowd, Tariq, who thought he had made a great contribution, finally lost his original submissiveness and had plenty of confidence to speak in front of Ron.

It's just that the thing without conscience didn't appreciate it, and he didn't even look at Tariq with a straight face, "It stands to reason that you burned down the people's village and brought back so many people, whether it was for reason or for my personal reputation, I should have pardoned you, and even given you a suitable position to be a pawn." ”

"That's what you should think, Tariq." Ron paused for a moment, his tone grim and expressionless.

The atmosphere that was still harmonious suddenly became solemn, and the breathing of several people around the scene became rapid and a little cautious. Tarik almost subconsciously wanted to press his hand on the hilt of the knife, but the next moment he figured it out, if Ron really wanted his own life, why wait until now? Not even weapons were collected.

So he relaxed, but his expression was still very nervous, "You guessed right, I did think so just now, but I don't think so now." ”

With a slight puzzled look, Ron looked at Tariq, "Why?" ”

"It's me who takes it for granted, I shouldn't think that the friendship between you and me in the old days can always wash away the sins of that day, that with my ability, I can always make Ron choose to tolerate, and I think that I can avoid punishment or even exchange for a chance if I have made such a great contribution."

Tariq took a deep breath and said sincerely, "But if you did, where would you place the soldiers who died that night?" And where are the soldiers who have made serious contributions so far? I am a prisoner of war, a guilty body, and I have not yet been judged, so where should I want to be rewarded! ”

"And what do you think you should be dealt with?" Ron asked like a naughty child.

Tariq knelt down on one knee and said sincerely, "You all know, I am afraid of death and want to live, so I don't want to die no matter what. And it's hard to convince the public just to punish, so I want to recommend myself to join the death squad, the enemy that is difficult to break, and the city that is difficult to get down will send me to go first, if I have made three feats and not died, then start from an ordinary soldier! ”

"Do you really think so?" Arthur questioned.

Tariq nodded suddenly, "Yes!" ”

"Then do as you say." Ron agreed.