Another village has suffered.

In the distance, black smoke gradually rose, and the sounds of men and women crying and the neighing of animals accompanied the sound of the wind in the wilderness. My face began to twitch again, and it felt like the blood had congealed into a jap, and my left eye still couldn't open, and a wound went through my left eye, from the left forehead to the side of my lips.

The blacks were rioting everywhere, and slaves from one estate after another were freed, and without much persuasion, these former slaves would take up their weapons with blood-red eyes and join the rioting army with fanatical enthusiasm. I was watched by three black soldiers, on a horse, and roaming around the plains.

Just now we passed by a forest, the stumps of men and women were cut off and hung on trees, and the whole forest was so quiet that there was no crying, and the smell of blood could not be dissipated. The former slave owners were all executed after being tortured, and before they were killed, their families would be tortured to death in front of him, men and women, especially women. This kind of scene makes me feel dizzy every day, so that I can't come back to my senses for a long time, and I don't know what to do next.

Many days ago, as I walked up the mine with my head in my hand, the tips of two dozen Nord spears were pointed at me. I didn't get in trouble, though. I told them about my relationship with Jill to let them know that I wasn't one of the slaves. The head in my hand filled the Nords with hatred for me, and they kicked me in the knee, made me knees, raised the decapitator, and asked me if I had anything else to say.

I gave them an offer: leave the weapons and bring food for the one-way trip. Get out of here and free all the slaves. And give them the mine: "So that you can survive" I promise. ”

The Nords thought I was crazy.

"I'm not crazy, I'm scared to death." I said to them. It's true, my crotch is already soaking wet, and death at close contact will fade all heroism. "But I say to you, you won't get a better offer, and this offer is only valid for now. In a half-day, the slaves will rush up and execute you all. How many of you are there? Fifty? Hundred? How much bread do you have? As far as I know, slaves all over the plain are preparing to revolt, and you leave this place now. There is a possibility of coming back in the future. If you insist on staying in this place, then kill me, and soon you will be buried in a grave with me. ”

A Nord soldier wearing an iron helmet, leggings wrapped in strips of stiff cloth, and a Salander-style cuirass, said in a loud voice: "I have seen black people eat children, and they will not let us go." ”

This sentence is full of fear.

Many places around the mine were already in turmoil, and the sound of shouts came one after another, and the troubles of the Nords were immediately discovered by the surrounding slaves, and the slaves who hated the Nords to the bone immediately began to rebel against their masters. Almost half of the Creelic mercenaries deserted. They fled in a hurry from the slave-rich areas, and in many cases the slaves hated the Nord lackeys even more, and only the wisest and most knowledgeable black slaves knew that the source of their suffering was the Nords. Many of the black slaves had only the intention of killing the Creelian foreman when they broke free. After killing the Creel foreman and his family, he was stranded in the workshop and the forest farm with nothing to do, not knowing what to do next.

The Nords took over the mines and forest farms with very small forces. At first, even with the assistance of the Princes of Creel and Salander. can only barely maintain it, until now. When all the princes were exhausted by the thieves and slave revolts everywhere, the Nords had no choice but to rely on Creelian mercenaries to survive.

As soon as the slaves realized their strength, a full-scale riot began.

Later I learned that just a few days before the riots in the mines, slave revolts had broken out one after another in the woodyard and six estates, and one manor after another was engulfed in flames. After the black slaves had killed all the inhabitants they could, they began to march to the next estate, killing the masters and militia there, freeing all the slaves, and then heading for the next area. As a result, when there was a riot in the mines, the Nords desperated that it was a collusive uprising, and they did not go down the mine to suppress it.

It was mostly believed that it was God's punishment, that the slaves had little to no loss compared to the heavy losses suffered by the Creelians and Salanders, that they seemed to have a natural resistance to the plague, and that the black slaves sometimes had only mild symptoms of fever and dehydration from the fatal diseases of the Salanders and Creelians, and recovered quickly, similar to the Kujits. But even then, I've seen too many Kugits and blacks die, which shows how terrible the loss of the people of Saran, let alone the more western world.

The Nord soldiers and merchants formed a circle and looked at me indifferently.

Whatever my purpose for coming, in the eyes of these Beihai people, I was just a mercenary-born ruffian. What's more, I've also heard that the cooperation between Jill and the Romanovs is unsustainable, and as a member of the allied family, I am actually insignificant, not to mention that there are doubts about whether I am a 'Romanov' now.

But it is enough for me to save my life now, and it is a bargain without any interest: as far as I can see, it is almost impossible for the Nords to be cleared out.

Merchant groups such as the Nords, like the pioneers, used trade to bribe lords and princes in various places to obtain monopoly rights over certain rare overseas goods, so that they could settle in the cities and be protected. But these merchants themselves were incapable of protecting themselves, and they could only rely on the military nobles and lords, relying on their protection for trade. The problem is that these nobles have never been sympathetic, and no matter what happens, these lords will always see the merchants as scapegoats. All I know is that some of the trading cities in the North Sea have begun to organize their guards after gaining autonomy. In other cities, they still rely on mercenaries or nobles. The Nords are doing the right thing. But their development time is still too short to protect their overseas industries. Sooner or later, the property they had bought on Salander's side, taking advantage of the plague, would be wiped out.

I lay on my side on a decapitation stake and waited for the Nord judgment.

Fear and fear kept me from remembering anything concrete: chaotic thoughts full of killing and deception, and those gloomy memories, the faces of several people, male and female, twisted and tender.

Behind the Nords, a wall collapsed. Through that wall, I saw a whole forest burning, and the bare trunks were already charred. Black smoke rose into the sky, some Creelian workers fled in all directions, and the bloodied Nord soldiers and Creel mercenaries panicked and converged towards the place. The slaves let out angry cries in the distance, throwing everything from stones to wood chips to copper waterwheel parts at the Nords. The slaves, dressed in bloody clothes, gathered at the end of the manor and burned down all the houses along the way, taking with them large and small bags of grain, if they could not take it away. They're going to break it.

All the fruit trees were cut down, the water wheels were dismantled, the windmills in the forest farms were burned, the water nets in the fishing grounds were cut down, the saplings in the olive trees were dug up and smashed, the water tanks in the mines were smashed, and the avenues used to transport grain were knocked out of the stone foundations. Thrown aside, the boardwalk of the pier burned down, and merchants and residents hurriedly jumped into each boat and fled the riverbank. The slaves lit the heads of their javelins and tried to set fire to every boat on the river. The inhabitants of the riverbank, young and old, were executed by slaves without mercy.

The abhorrence of the slave is beyond all else.

They hate the place where they work. Hate the estates and herds of their labor. The shepherd's slave cut all the sheep throats in front of the owner of the flock, and then gathered the blood in a large bucket, and drowned the master's family in the blood bucket one by one; The slaves who herded the cattle killed the cows, gutted them, sewed the slave owners into the bellies of the cows, and then put the slave owners, who were still screaming, on the fire with the cattle. Hordes of slaves who planted sugar beets and cultivated red dates destroyed the estates that had taken decades to cultivate with torches and shovels, destroying the precious nurseries.

The slaves loved to see their owners weeping, to see their disheartened wails when their property was destroyed, and to enjoy their screams of pain when they saw their own hands slaughtered. These slave owners used to be so complacent that they whipped their slaves as much as a fruitful fruit tree or a newborn lamb. In the eyes of slave owners, slaves are just a consumable that dies quickly, and there is nothing worth doing for them. When one group dies, another batch is transported to the market, where it is examined like livestock, its nose cut off, or castrated, and then sent to various estates and mines to work to death.

A cloth factory run by the Salanders was also looted. The most famous Salander cloth was produced there, and they could even spin the wonderful cloth called silk for the court of the Salander Sultan. The Cloth Workshop once belonged to the Emperor of the Chanda, but when the Salanders rode camels from the desert and occupied the land of the Chanda from town to town, the workshop was abandoned until the Sultan of Salander restored it and expanded its size. Every year, the people of Saran would bring in hundreds of boxes of silk raw materials from the East, all of which were transparent silk threads rolled on spools. It is said that the thread is a plant, a fruit that knots on a tree, like a ball of velvet, but the core of the fruit is a small worm. The fruit is scalded with boiling water, and the worms spit out the silk threads, which the craftsmen use to scoop up with small wooden sticks and use them to make silk.

More than 400 women and many more slaves were employed in the workshops of the Salanders, and every spring and autumn, the Sultan's Grand Vizier sent his own attendants to inspect them. Salander's upper-class poets always had a keen interest in silk makers, and many poems in praise of beautiful women depict stories of silk workers. The person who makes these wonderful goods imagined by the smooth and luxurious silk must also be a beautiful and moving girl. But in reality, almost all the female workers were no different from slaves, their eyes were red and swollen from the steam in the dim and damp room, they stayed up late and threaded so that they lost their sight before the age of thirty-five, and finally they had to marry the slaves of the factory, and their descendants could only continue to work in the factory, and could never move anywhere. If you ask the poets to come and see the environment in the workshop. I'm afraid they won't be able to write a single poem in their lifetime.

However, since the beginning of the Great Plague, silk production has ceased to exist. The trade routes of the East became as thin as a gossamer. There were no more boxes and boxes of silk thread to be delivered, so the workshop had to switch to other fabrics. And after that. The Sultan of Salander sent men to pick up the most experienced craftsmen, and left the rest to fend for themselves, without bringing food and other supplies. The fate of the women workers was extremely tragic, and after losing their food source, the workshop became the dirtiest place, where the men of all the surrounding towns would come to have fun, and exchange a little food or force for what they wanted.

After the slaves occupied the workshop. In order to protect themselves, the women took all the silk and cloth out of their private places. Piled up in the square, these splendid cloths were piled up, and all the female workers knelt on the ground, dressed in the most beautiful clothes, and bare their chests, praying to the slave soldiers to help them, "We are hungry! ”

The slaves called them sisters, gave them food, and burned all the cloth, spinning wheels, and looms.

"The work we do. It's all suffering! We have done everything to make decent people more decent and make ourselves more miserable! Brothers and sisters! We've suffered enough! Start today and turn a hoe into a sword. Take the whip back into our hands! We want to take revenge on those who have nothing to do and who watch us be whipped and laugh at us! We want to take revenge on every free man! We will take revenge until every drop of blood on the whip is repaid by every drop of blood on the sword! ”

The slaves let the women workers lead the way. In each town, the women workers were asked to identify the men who had been caught. Once it is found that he has committed a crime of adultery. The men would be castrated and stoned to death. The townspeople who used to ridicule the women as lowly prostitutes were unlucky. When the slaves first occupied the town. Almost all the inhabitants were killed, but the slaves soon realized that this was not worth the cost, because without the help of the townspeople, the flour in the town would not turn into bread, the iron ingots would not turn into weapons, the poles would not turn into spears, and the wood and leather would not become bows and arrows and armor. After that, the slaves executed only the nobles, their families, and their servants, in addition to those who were hated by the slaves.

It was a slave, and all the resentment was paid.

The Salander slave of the slaves even declared that this was the coming of the end times, "One day the judgment will come, and on that day the world will be full of justice, as it was before it was full of injustice!" ”

The Nords were ready to retreat, and I was on the mine, just a small variable before that. A few days earlier, they had begun to bury tools and some documents for later access, and they had begun to evacuate supplies. All this, they did not explain to the Creelian mercenaries, and the Nords knew that as soon as the Creelians found out about their weakness, they would immediately turn their faces and side with the slaves. The Nords were ready to keep the hatred of these Creelians and slaves alive until the last moment, and then let the slaves and Creelians consume each other.

By the time I walked up to the ground with my head in my hand, the situation was out of control.

There were already four or five thousand slaves wandering around the plain blindly, looting every village and town they came across, more slaves were being freed, and many thugs and robbers had joined the chaotic army, ready to attack the towns that had been exhausted by the plague. At this time, even the most well-numbered towns had only a few hundred demoralized soldiers, who, though they had walls and well-armed, were extremely susceptible to incitement. The town's curfew became a dead letter, and countless spies crept into the city at night, spreading rumors and inciting riots.

The Nords were ready to leave, they didn't kill me, just to hear what I had to say.

"Hell," said a Nord in an annoyed tone from the East Springs, "I said that the things down there aren't worth the effort!" The old man had to take someone down! "He snatched the head that I was holding in my hand and threw it in a box.

The leader of the Nords glanced back at him, and the Nord walked away in a huff. All the Nords were so angry that their eyes were red, and they wanted to kill me for meat. It was only the shouts that were getting closer and closer around made these Nords peep around from time to time, as if the rioting slaves were about to rush over.

For a moment, I felt that my gamble had been a complete mistake: even if I had persuaded the Nords, the slaves would not have appreciated me more, and I had spared them a little less blood, but at the same time I had spared the Nords.

I was annoyed that I had shown to be brave, but I hadn't gained much benefit.

The leader of the Nords, dressed in gray armor, pulled me up.

"I've seen you in Winter Springs." This Nord said, "Little Romanov." ”

I felt saved.

He put his arm on my shoulder and said to me as he went, "But Gil has made an alliance with a vulture like the Romanovs, and has made a loss-making business. Now, what is the damned Romanov? Of course, now that we know who you are, it's not good to kill you. After all, Jill knows about this, and according to his temper, he will definitely be worried about making trouble for me. But, boy," he grabbed me by the hair and slammed my knee in the stomach to make me kneel before him, "I hate above all that people give me what is rightfully mine, and expect me to be grateful!" Of course we'll get out of this place alive, you little mercenary bastard! Tell your old Romanov man, that anyone who is stained with the blood of the Nords must come to pay for it with blood! He pulled my left cheek closer, "You have to remember that!" ”

Then he slashed the left side of my face with his knife, and I could almost hear the creaking of the blade as it sliced through the bone.

I screamed, and he kicked me in the forehead, causing my head to hit the wall, and I struggled to turn my head to look at him, trying to make a note of what he looked like. But all the Nords put on the cloak of trench coats and hid their faces in the shadows.

The Nords mounted their horses and burned down their houses with torches, and at last they left the burning mine with the roar of horses' hooves.

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing on the left side of my face, and I knew it was bleeding rapidly.

The world goes dark. I heard someone shouting.

"Run! Come on! Come on! ”

I heard someone shouting like that.

"Timmy! Run! ”

Timmy, who is this?

I fell asleep. (To be continued.) )