The north wind was howling, biting and cold. The [army] was on its way again, but yesterday's light snow prevented about a dozen people from appearing again.

This is normal, this [army] does not speak anyone, in order to save the only body and more precious food. Everyone knows where the people who never showed up again have gone, but no one wants to say. It was as if one of the strictest Overseers was overseeing the army, and no one dared to touch it.

An atmosphere of sorrow hung over the [army] - a group of ragged refugees. Because war, damned war, the extinction of humanity and the extinction of life. Victims appeared and fled in all directions. Some went to the giant city of Landun in the south, but the army chose the closer and equally wealthy Caernarfon.

But the result is likely to be the same.

Although I don't know why, everyone is still willing to spend their bodies and try their luck. Maybe there's something to eat, maybe there's someone to be there to be a receptionist, maybe there's a new job......!

There was nothing, only the cold wind that was as cold as it is now, constantly draining everyone's soul.

Some people were left behind, some were holding their children, and some were unable to bury their dead loved ones. I can only let the tears freeze on my face - I will die, or I can live for the time being, just tomorrow.

"Tomorrow...... Maybe it will be better. "All the refugees were huddled together in groups of three or five, and there was no idea that men and women could not hold on to each other, because there was no energy for anyone else to do anything else. Scattered and scattered, some of them wept bitterly because some of the food had been stolen, cursed the thief and begged for alms, and the next day they were never seen again.

It's a painful page, and it's a page often. Where there is war, this scene happens often.

So everyone's fate is very simple - there is only one dead end.

"Listen to me, everybody!"

Suddenly, a team of mercenaries appeared in the way. At the front of this refugee procession, a man dressed as a mercenary on a horse, a large flag with a family crest on this side. He shouted loudly: "All of you will continue to go west!--follow this road, and someone will lead you on!--obey the command, obey the dispatch!--there will be food!"

Everything else is nonsense, no matter what this mercenary does, even if there is a robbery. Because the people in this team are frozen, and the hearts of many are dead. Now it doesn't matter how this mercenary team scolds her mother, how she complains about the cold weather and still stands here, how she curses that this is a group of dead stars, it doesn't matter!

The ranks of refugees seemed to hear the sound of heaven.

"There is food??? - there is food?!!!

There is a glimmer of light in front of people who have lost their homes because of wars, who have lost their loved ones because of natural disasters, and who have almost died of starvation because of the cold winds.

The refugees' progress has clearly improved, albeit believable, though unbelievable. But everyone still remembered the flag and the voice. I don't know what this temperament is, though I don't know who is doing it.

A large flag embroidered with a golden lion, the flag of the House of France. This flag now represents life and goodness, and around this flag is hope and the future.

-- In the end of perfection --

"All the men standing in line on the left, the women standing in line on the right, one by one! Parents and children lining up! Hurry up, we have a lot to do before dark - if you want to have the next meal, hurry up!!" several mercenaries shouted at a group of people who were eating in the open tent, telling those who had finished eating gruel and black bread to quickly leave the campfire and continue to line up outside.

There are four rows in total, two for men and two for women. Those who can survive are basically young and strong laborers, of course, there are not no masters and children who can survive, and those who can survive show that their vitality is also very tenacious. Didn't you say that what you can't mess with on the rivers and lakes are the disabled, women, the elderly and children.

"Name?" a clerical clerk seemed to be literate, though he wore a lot of clothes, had a campfire around him, and a stove on his table to bake ink so that it wouldn't freeze. But he was still trembling—

"Easy ...... Yi An ......, "The man is so cold that he basically can't even finish his words, but the first sentence is much better when he says it." There is also a difference in the accent: "Yi'an from the 'cattle herding village'. ”

"Be louder!"

"Yi An, sir! Yi An from the cattle herding village, sir!" trembled, Yi An hurriedly replied.

"Race?"

"Human!"

"Well, do you know how to read?"

"No...... I don't know. ”

"What?"

"I'm a shoemaker, and I can be a carpenter......"

"Oh, take this red card, and if you lose it, you will starve to death. The administrator wrote a few words on his own text, and then wrote a few words on the other party's text, and each stamped: "Go, get a saw, find two laborers, and go to cut trees immediately, cut as much wood as you want, and eat as much as you want." This is your food stamp, if you lose it, you will be hungry, and it will be distributed once a day. Obey the management, or starve to death, go-"

"Yes...... Be...... But now logging ......? "You're kidding me?"

"Why do you ask so much? or starve to death!"

"Yes, sir, I'll go right away, sir!" Yi An immediately nodded, took the precious red card, and ran away.

The queue on the women's side was similar, with skilled (and good-looking) taking red cards and working in humble factories. If you don't have the technology, you can take the blue card and serve or cook for everyone.

At night, in the cold winter nights, this group of the most humble and lowly refugees. There are humans, and there are mixed races. They hugged their bodies and congratulated themselves on another day by the still warm campfire. The hard-working people took their own products or slips, lived in one of the few simple wooden houses, and ate broth. The rest of the people are in a small tent in the open air, continuing their life stealing. While secretly vowing to live in a warm wooden house, he cried in a low voice about the injustice of fate—after all, he had the strength to cry.

However, it was at the coldest moment that the sound of horses' hooves sounded. A wagon of several large horses was attached, and it was loaded with warm clothes. Although they are all shabby, even other people wear leftover clothes. But now it's all turned into an expensive life.

And the sound was very loud and echoed in the night sky.

"Head of the House of Francis, Alice Phil, Francis has arrived, Patriarch of Canafon, Miria, Storm, has arrived!-"

The most honorable came to the lowliest, and the most holy came to the lowliest. It was enough to make people feel a complete shock, and the beautiful lady and the beautiful patriarch each took the warm clothes in their hands and handed them to each of the refugees who came here.

An even louder cry shook everyone, and it affected all the refugees in the vicinity. Crying and kneeling from the heart.

"Try to live! There's only so much I can do, but I'm willing to help you. Alice Phil's name and appearance are etched in the hearts of every refugee, young and old. Maybe time will not remember her appearance, but everyone remembers until death that snowy night, a beautiful angelic woman exuded the radiance of life.

"In the name of the light, in the name of the House of Francis. "With a staff in hand and a glowing glow of healing magic, Stormwind performs a glorious mass to everyone as the Patriarch. Unlike in the past, when he attended the lectures and sermons of the priests and lords in the villages, towns, and cities, the beautiful patriarch in front of him was willing to come to everyone's side, hold every pair of cold hands, and touch everyone's head: "Bless you, and may the Holy Light give you the courage and hope to live! Peace and joy - lead the suffering souls to the land of light, and give them grace." Hear my prayers, O Light on high—lead this wretched soul to your refuge. Wherever you go, allow them to follow you—"

The wind in the middle of the night was even stronger, and the crying was deeper, but a faith and supply to live came to everyone's hands and hearts.

"Well, I'll just say that paramilitary management is very effective, right?" Cybertron was dressed in a single suit, and he still didn't feel much cold at the moment. Riding on a horse, Cybertron said to the Death Knight, who was also riding a war horse beside him, "You still don't believe it, you can't take care of the untouchables - it's because you have a problem with the way you manage it." ”

“...... How did you win the hearts and minds of the people?" Pandaragon bowed his head, his eyes dark, thoughtful.

"It's up to you. Cybertron spread his hands and said, "I can introduce to you when I have time, my principles of governing the country." ”

"You've never seen you do. Or give alms, or watch everyone die. What do you think, let everyone be soldiers, military administration, and labor?" Pandaragon pointed to Alice Field, who was handing out clothes in the distance, "What you have done seems to have precedent. Is this all what you think?—I'm afraid it's past tonight, this Miss Alice Phil Francis. And in front of the name of this Miss Storm, the Eight Achievements will be crowned with [Saint] and [Saint", right?"

"That's done," Cybertron smiled slightly, "Pandaragon...... You don't seem to be in a very good mood...... To be honest, it feels very uncomfortable to be with you. ”

"I'm sorry about that!"

"So, let me help you soothe your mood - the sad face is uncomfortable, and I'll tell you a joke?"

"Hey!--I also want to be a saint and help~~ When I was alive, I was scolded and scolded very badly on the street-Let's go, let's go, I'll take the handle too. ”

"I'm going to go, you're going. Cybertron looked at the other party's appearance and said helplessly, "You go and ask Alice Field, she ...... I guess it will give me face. ”

"Of course, my dear is amazing~ Isn't it?

"Hero?" said Cybertron laughed to himself, and was very evil, "I'll tell you what the real devil is." What do you think...... It's simple?"

"Isn't that a good deed?"

"It's a good deed. Cybertron nodded, but the other ancient man was in mind. He...... It seems that Alice Phil will be cultivated in this direction again.

-- Wu Qi, who can suck abscesses for father and son soldiers.

(Rise as a general, and eat and drink with the lowest soldiers.) There is no seat in the room, there is no riding in the line, and the food is won by the person, and the labor is shared with the soldiers. If you have a stroke, you will start sucking it. The mother cried when she heard this. The man said: "The son is also a pawn, and the general, the army sucks its own gangrene, why cry?" The mother said: "It's not true." In previous years, Duke Wu sucked his father, but his father did not fight and died in the enemy. Wu Gong is now sucking his son again, and the concubine does not know what his death is. It's to cry. ”）