Irinhada.

The village of Elinhada is located on a large flat field with green grass and several natural horse farms. It has been run for generations, and the farms here are lined up one after another, and the villages are covered with mulberry and hemp, and there are no houses in sight. It stands to reason that this should be one of the richest areas.

But there is a saying that things are man-made.

The old lord of Irinhada is an energetic war maniac. He missed his expedition to the south due to illness, but during the North Sea War, he took 200 men to join Sir Harlaus's army, despite his fact that he had just over 600 farmers. These people have not experienced the baptism of the Southern Expedition and have not suffered the hardships of war. Therefore, in terms of advantages, they are full of vigor and yearning for making contributions in the war; In terms of disadvantages, these people are no different from the farmers who died in the valley when Rhodok died.

The wealthy lord purchased 300 sets of bast armor, 100 pairs of leather boots, 400 old cowhides, 100 bows, 50 crossbows, 40 large iron sheets, and 300 bundles of linen from Suno. He then paid for 300 shields covered with cowhide and iron, and made 12,000 arrows, among other hundreds of other military goods.

These preparations of the old lord must have surprised those who were accustomed to conquest, because he had prepared too much. When the first king went south, only 7 of the 10 soldiers had the opportunity to receive shields, but the old lord did it for everyone, and he also stored more than 100 sides. At the time of departure, the old lord took with him most of the horses and herds, as well as mules and donkeys. These animals pulled large and small carts, creaking along the official road to the north, loaded with a large amount of grain, arrow feathers, medicines, bedding, seasonal fruits, lucky rabbits in cages, talking parrots, and even more than 100 volumes of the old lord's treasured books, including his favorite "Taizu Quotations".

Along the way were tattered levy lords and their soldiers, who watched the flute-playing procession in amazement, and people often asked them whether they were caravans or supplies directly under Haraus. At this time, the old lord said with a conceited face: "We are here to fight!" It's not a caravan. ”

The old lord's team always fell behind, and when the lords who set off later than him drove past him in a light car, they often watched in surprise as the lord sitting on the ox cart read the "Quotations of Taizu" comfortably, and the old lord liked the words of the former king the most: "Svadia is ours and yours, but in the end it is yours." The lord was full of admiration for the great founding king, and he found the popular phrase "If you don't reflect for three days, you can't catch up with Harlaus", which was very motivating and inspirational, so he often asked his soldiers to sleep three hours late when he was camping, and listened to him lecture on the essential chapters of the "Sayings of Taizu" around the campfire. He felt that the soldiers armed with the "Quotations of Taizu" were unmatched.

'Soldiers!' If we don't reflect for three days, we won't be able to catch up with Harlaus', we must arm ourselves with a steel mind and crush the Nord conspiracy under our iron fist! ”

Of course, the old lord had not read a paper written by Taizu, which mainly stated that soldiers who went to the battlefield must go through a severe test before they could be appointed. The king said: "If it is an army with no experience in war, you might as well give them the worst equipment, so that they are in a kind of complete cruel elimination when they are on the battlefield, and these people who survive are either agile or clever, or no matter how bad they are, they are very lucky." Then give these people slightly better equipment and let them continue to fight. In this way, after layers of selection, the rest are armies of a hundred battles, and then they are equipped with the best equipment, which results in a terrifyingly powerful army.

In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of the army, it is necessary to constantly create local wars to select the best soldiers. Such a system would allow the country to obtain the maximum defense force with the least effort, of course, on the premise that the mortality rate of soldiers is extremely high???" At the end of his paper, Taizu concluded: "An inexperienced soldier, even with the best equipment, is useless. He might be able to dodge this arrow due to the protection of his equipment, but he will die in the next fight. There is no need for the state to waste supplies for these people. We provide only the best equipment for the most elite soldiers. If these equipment fall into the hands of people who do not know how to use it, no matter how many such people there are, no matter how good such equipment is, they are all enemies. ”

The old lord understood the word "enemy" thoroughly in an encounter three months later. A Nord patrol spotted the slow-moving and isolated Swadia group. The commander of the Nords received this report: "A convoy of Svadia with a very heavy load is crossing the Derberg swamp and preparing to move towards Tiha. This could be the straggling convoy of the Svadian army a few days ago. ”

Commander Nord was puzzled, he knew what it was to have a team left behind for three days, it was almost as ridiculous as a dog's tail dragging a meter long. This made the Nords wonder if this was simply another team's striker. Moreover, this team was extremely arrogant and did not send even a single scout within a radius of several miles to reconnoiter the enemy's situation, God knows what gave this team such confidence.

General Marr, the commander-in-chief of the Nordtiha theater of operations at the time, was inspecting the front line, and when he heard about the strange behavior of a small convoy, he naturally remembered the reckless recklessness of those days.

He laughed, "You don't know why this team is so confident, do you?" I can tell you because of naivety. This team of 200 people is a big fat sheep, you can find 100 boys and bring them back, by the way, I want to meet their leader. That must be a cute big character. ”

In the afternoon of the same day, after the loss of 12 soldiers, 88 Nord soldiers made a fortune. Almost every one of them grabbed an animal: a horse, a donkey, or a mule; They stripped off their tattered leather coats and replaced them with tough and well-made Swadia light leather coats; They threw away the dull blades without handles and replaced them with fighting swords with gauntlets. The countless ointments, bows, crossbows, skins, and shields made these Nord soldiers one of the few Nords in the Nord army with the standard Swadian armament.

The Nord soldiers were grateful to Dade for tying the old lord to the ass of a donkey, for fear of knocking him. Then he returned to the camp with a hundred or so dejected and weeping captives.

When Marr saw the old lord in armor, he was taken aback: "Tsk! Your gear is so good! Guard, peel off his armor and give it to me! Half an hour later, the well-dressed Marr once again met the old lord, who had no equipment.

"Sir, do you know what your father said? No matter how good the equipment is for the incompetent soldiers, it is the enemy. Thank you so much. ”

The old lord was carried around by Marr in the months that followed. Later, the armistice was signed, and half a year later, the old lord's family sent 5,000 dinars to redeem the old lord.

The adult, who left with 200 well-equipped soldiers, rode alone in a donkey cart and returned to the territory in disgrace.

He caused his tenants to lose 200 husbands or sons. From then on, the lord felt ashamed to see these villagers. And after such a toss by him, the huge family business was pushed into an extremely dangerous situation. In desperation, he could only agree to a marriage that his eldest son had set when he was a teenager, opposite a small lord with only more than 100 tenant farmers, very shabby. Over the years, the gap between the strength of the two families has widened, and he originally wanted to give his son to a certain adult in the capital as a son-in-law, but now he has to accommodate the little lord and use the rich bride price to save the family business.

When he had the youngest child, he announced his retirement and gave the family property to his eldest son. He named his youngest son Dimitri after the ancient knightly hero Dimitri (another nameless, named after the Soviet protagonist of COD5??? ）

A few years later, his last public appearance was to attend the wedding of the youngest daughter of his in-laws----- the hostess of the Valley of the White Dove. Although the small fiefdom was relatively small, and the land was far less barren than the plains, it was thriving, and when he saw the new lord, he turned to his eldest son and said, "This man is Junjie, and we will not suffer a loss in forming an alliance with his family." At this time, the eldest son, who had just taken power, was anxious to correct his position as the lord, and when he heard this, he no longer had dealings with his in-laws in the White Dove Valley in the future. It's just that on the birthday of the young master of White Pigeon Valley, he occasionally sends some souvenir gifts.

In the blink of an eye, Dimitri is also 20 years old, although he is the son of a lord, but he does not have a fief, which is not different from a commoner. After his marriage, his brother gradually lost his importance to brotherhood. This was mainly because of his wife, my father's second aunt. This is a shrewd woman who didn't have any crush on my grandfather in the first place and felt that the man was reckless. Later, although with the efforts of her grandfather, she completed the marriage and married into the big family she expected, but she just felt that this was what her grandfather should do. She felt that this was a proper payment that her grandfather had given in exchange for the right to join the noble family. She realizes that her husband is more than 20 years older than his brother, and it doesn't matter when he first gets married, but the more he goes on, when his husband is old, his brother is in the prime of life, and countless tragic stories have happened like this. So after the marriage, she repeatedly urged her husband to send Dimitri to Suno's eldest brother-in-law's house to study taxes. But the old lord was clearly opposed, he felt that a noble child should honestly practice martial arts and cultivate his temperament. Quietly waiting in the realm for the king's signs, "It's a sissy thing to go to the city to be a clerk!" In this way, Dimitri was even less loved by his eldest brother, and could only grow up slowly under the guidance of his aging father.

The winters of these years have become colder and the snowfall has become more frequent, resulting in a general grain harvest in the coming year. The subsistence wheat export trade has been seriously challenged, and this year, the situation has left the territory with a serious fiscal deficit. All sorts of craftsmen who had been owed wages had left the workshops under the leadership of Elinhada, and all sorts of valuable things were no longer produced from them. This further exacerbates this financial dilemma.

At a banquet, the lords of Irinhada heard about the Nord's new policy of exploiting the wastelands of the North Sea. In the midst of the great clamor for the reconquest of the lost land, the lord heard that the Nords had spared no effort to absorb immigrants, especially the artisans and skilled farmers of the interior. Such human trafficking is often based on a unit price of 150~200 dinars per person. The lord of Irinhada secretly calculated that if he could export 50 people, it would be 10,000 dinars. It made him feel excited. His realm has gradually recovered over the years, and its population has steadily risen.

He found a contact at the banquet, through whom the lord became acquainted with a circus owner named Zaitsev. This man promised to help him deal with the "idle population".

So, through a series of deductions and tax conversions, the people of Elinhada received a notice that if they could not make up the debt of 2,000 dinars, they would have to pay off the debt at the exchange rate of 30 dinars per person. Zaitsev was simply happy: if all the lords of the world were so stupid, then the dinar would be too profitable.

Saglon and his brothers are hiding in his wood house, and these days, the lord has given an ultimatum. If in another 10 days, they can't pay the money, and they will start leaving people from house to house. The peasants' remaining money was only a little more than 100 dinars, and some of the leather goods and grain could not be quickly turned into cash. This left them in a deep state of helplessness. It was almost assumed that they would be separated. Saglon anxiously awaited news from Kazak. The day before yesterday afternoon, Sagron was surprised to see his two captives and the second master and Ruda at the entrance of the village, surrounded by more than 10 inspectors. He almost thought he was exposed. But until now, nothing has happened. But he knew that his home was being targeted, but no one bothered him. He was puzzled, but soon he understood that these men were waiting for Kazak to fall into the net. If you run out by yourself, you will affect your family; If he doesn't go out, Kazak will definitely be caught if he really wants to come. Family and friends, he had to choose one. He looked at his wife, a simple and kind woman who had come to his house at the age of thirteen, and they had grown up together, and he always remembered the joy they had when they got married at the age of eighteen, and he remembered that this woman was still dead to him after all the years of hard work. He couldn't bear to leave her. But Kazak, the man who pulled him out of the darkness, how could he not help him. He was in a deep predicament. At one point, Sagron wanted to send his brothers out to report the news, but he did not know the whereabouts of Kazak, and it was to no avail that he went out; Second, it must go out, and it is a sheep into the mouth of a tiger. But to stay here is to sit still. Little by little, time passed.

One night, suddenly a voice sounded very close to the house, it was the kind of sharp cry of the second master: "Kazak is coming!" Chase! And that Kugit kid! They're here! A loud noise rang out from all sides, and Sagron's brothers said they were ready to rush out to rescue the Boss. Sagron heard footsteps outside and quickly asked his brother to jump out the back door and hide at the base of the wall.

Ruda walked in, accompanied by the second master.

"Are you the robber Sagron, or the civilian Sagron? Choose between your boss and your wife. ”

Sagron's face was pale and trembling.

Under Ruda's forced gaze. Sagron bowed his head.

"Civilian??? Civilian Sagron"