The farce of someone maliciously snatching pig food from the village soon reached Ron's ears, and the soldiers on duty did not know how to deal with it, because it was indeed too ridiculous.

But they didn't beat the man up first, because they've been there.

The memories of being crazy hungry and feeling like they could eat themselves alive are still fresh in their memories, and the days when they could fill their stomachs have only passed for less than half a year.

So they brought the soldiers of Fort Ustoke to Ron once more, and wanted to ask what the crime of fighting with wild boars for food was.

"Give him two more loaves."

In the midst of all kinds of complicated eyes, Ron spoke his verdict.

No matter what year it is, it is normal for someone to be hungry, but a man who has hands and feet and is willing to run for a future is going to starve, then it is not his personal problem.

The soldier quickly brought two loaves from the kitchen, which were the rations of a Legionnaire's meal in a non-combat state, and the loaves were so large that they could be swallowed with water to stretch their stomachs.

But these two flatbreads were rolled directly into rolls in the man's hand, and he didn't know how terrifying his bite force was, and the flatbread that needed to be chewed repeatedly to bite open disappeared in an instant with the swallowing of his throat.

"Full?" Ron asked, but that's what it meant.

"Not yet." The man licked his lips and covered his stomach quite sincerely, and raised his head shyly, "Two more... That's pretty much it. ”

"How dare you think about it." Rolling his eyes, Ron's tone cooled down, and he returned to his seat and sat down again, "I just gave you two loaves to eat, I saw that you were about to starve to death, and now that you have picked up a life, how can you give it to you?" You must know that you are not my soldier. ”

This is true, and at the very least, the relationship between the two of them is still friend and foe, and the leader of the village of Ustoke can give himself two loaves of bread to eat, which is already an unprecedented act of kindness, how can he ask for more?

So the soldier could only give up.

It's just that the stomach and intestines are squirming, like the pain of a thousand blades cutting inside, and they can't fool themselves no matter what.

"Do you really want to eat again?" Ron asked suddenly.

The man was in a trance for a while, obviously realizing the meaning behind Ron's words, but he didn't hesitate and buried his head heavily on the ground.

"Yes! I really want to! ”

But Ron seemed to be teasing, and slowly shook his head after asking this, "I think you are really pitiful, and I really want to give you a full mouthful." However, you don't want to think about it, this Ustoke village was forced to starve to death before it revolted, where can there be extra food for you? ”

After speaking, he waved his hand as if he were rushing to someone, "Hurry up and pack your things, go back to your Ustoke Fort, and complete this deal of ours, after which you continue to work for the people who take care of your food, and maybe we will take your life when we meet on the battlefield in the future."

However, the man still couldn't get on his knees, and even when Tariq came to gather his things and prepare to leave, he could only stand on the sidelines.

"Not leaving?"

"Whoever gives me food, I give my life to whom!"

"You thin and weak guy, I can kill three of you with one slap, who wants you to die? Keeping you is also a waste of food. Tariq was very impatient, and when he stepped forward, he directly dragged people away.

However, to Tariq's surprise, although he didn't use all his strength, he was able to pull the man for the first time, it turned out that he actually pulled his fingers into the ground, and in order not to be forcibly dragged away by Tariq, several fingernails were lifted.

"My lord! Give me a chance! I'm thin and weak, but I'm a serious Stegia army! Let me give you my life! Give me a bite to eat! I'll tell you any information I have! ”

The man's words became more and more sincere, or perhaps the movement of Tariq's hand was getting louder and louder, and he was about to be dragged away without holding on, and he spit out directly without any scruples.

The world around him stopped, Ron winked, and Tariq let go of his hand and stepped aside to wait.

"You say you can pass on information to me, but how can I trust you? I really don't believe that with just two loaves and a bucket of pig food, I can get a Stemian soldier to risk treason to do something for me. ”

"Absolutely! My lord! If you could come up with enough food for the brothers for a month or two now, the whole of Ustoke would be yours! ”

Yavin

The man buried his head very low, similar to Ron's impression of three bows and nine knees.

This somewhat distorting ritual was actually quite common in Calradia, where the Cusets still maintained the custom brought from the steppes of the East during the time of the Uerhun Khan, and the culture of the Karad Empire regarded kissing a nobleman's foot as the greatest submission.

As a soldier who was in constant contact with Boyer, his spine was already twisted by the prolonged prostration.

Only this time he knelt down very seriously, not to submit to Boyer's authority and whip, but to want to do something for this man who gave him two loaves of bread from the bottom of his heart.

He was captured at the age of fifteen to serve as a soldier, but in fact, he was not strictly captured. At that time, he was a slow runner and could not follow his father and brother into the mountains, and was blocked in a hole by Boyer's men.

The entrance to the cave was so small that only the size of children could enter and exit, but the group did not leave, but stayed outside the entrance.

He stayed for a week, and seemed to have made up his mind not to go back until he starved to death in the cave.

The moss had been eaten, and he could not stand the hunger, and one night a week later, he followed the aroma of the food and desperately entered the camp.

A loaf of bread, he knew it was a trap, but he bit down without hesitation.

The men who were hiding around surrounded them giggling, picked up the stinky rat who was stealing and eating, and beat and insulted him.

A piece of bread, he only took a bite.

A bite of bread made him sell Poyer's life for ten years.

But when you become a soldier, will life be better?

Bullshit!

When there is a war, I will not talk about it, but when there is no war, these people who have been captured must give Boye the compulsory farming, and where there is a need for a lot of construction and construction, they have to go too!

What kind of soldier is this?! What is the difference with slaves?

He still remembers the first time he went to war, when he suppressed an uprising in his hometown.

He saw with his own eyes that one by one of his fellow villagers and friends who had helped him escape died under the knife and gun, and he even killed one of them with his own hands!

For he does not kill, but the overseer of war will kill him.

In that battle, he killed two men, cut off their heads, and exchanged two loaves for Boyer.

One head for another.

He sat beside a high pile of bones and ate his first full meal since joining the army.

Therefore, he said that he was looking forward to Boyer's death all the time, and he was not lying.

Therefore, the two cakes that Ron gave were digested into monstrous hatred and unspeakable bitterness after eating!

"My lord! Actually, my distant cousin Bjorn didn't have any good intentions in arranging this transaction! ”

The soldier of Fort Ustok looked up and replied seriously, "While he asked me to negotiate with you, he also arranged for others to negotiate with the bandits who have become the climate, as long as you send troops to leave the village of Ustok, the robbers will come and sack this place!" ”

"He's trying to make it a lose-lose situation for both of you!"

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