The city of Dikich is the capital of the Dikich region, which was originally part of the Kingdom of Russelland before the outbreak of war. A country that is not well known on the mainland.

According to universal values, such a weak country must be annexed by others, but there is no oil or water here.

The country is full of hills, mountains and rocks, and there is very little land suitable for cultivation, which is also very precious, which can be described as a poor mountain and bad water.

In a land of poor mountains and bad waters, of course, life is all people.

Dikich's folk ethos are fierce.

Due to the harsh natural environment, the Dikishi people do not have much livelihood other than sheep herding. But as long as a person lives, he must eat and live.

In order to profit enough food and space from the limited resources, this place is full of the law of the jungle.

In the continuous competition and elimination, in order to survive, there is only unscrupulous means

Therefore, the blood of the herders who herded sheep for a living was full of the cruelty and cruelty of wolves.

When there is nothing to do, everyone gathers a group of people to do unprofitable business, or to engage in the promising profession of mercenary with others.

These brave herdsmen often draw their swords at each other without saying a word, and blood splatters five steps.

The most famous is the scimitar of the Dikich region.

Although it is made using extremely primitive soil methods, it is extremely sharp. Light-headed, thick-backed and thin-bladed, shaped like a dog's leg, it is very suitable for hand-to-hand combat.

It is said that a person's head can be easily cut off with a single sword.

The whole Dikich region is also full of violence and chaos like these fierce shepherds. And there is no order.

The control of the nobles was confined to that small plain in the area of the city of Dikich. As for saying. Away from the city. Even the king's orders are not good.

The Dikich shepherd, imbued with zìyóuism jīng gods, would never pay a penny of taxes to the nobles. If you provoke them, you have to sneak to the noble lord's house and pick up a few scoops or something.

But since the Semitic people arrived, everything has changed.

The aristocratic lord of Dikich City fled in a hurry like his ass on fire.

The remaining Dikishi people didn't think so, they didn't think it was a big deal to change someone in the city lord's mansion.

The brave and industrious people of Dikich have been like this for hundreds of years.

But the Semitic people soon taught them a very vivid lesson about what effective rule is.

When these daring shepherds hijacked a convoy of grain. After killing the entire team, the enraged Semitic general carried out a sweep of the entire Dikich region.

The Semites raised their sharp butcher's knives at them, and without asking them who they were, men, women, or children, or what they had done, they beheaded all those they caught, or hung them on the eaves, and spared not a single one.

The beautiful rìzi is gone.

The heroes in the mountains can no longer get along, they die and flee.

Those who survived now know it. Although the scimitar that they have always been proud of is sharp and convincing. But the swords in the hands of the Semitic lords were more convincing.

They had to listen obediently to the Semitic master, or an army would come and kill their family, and even the rats and cubs in the house would have to be pulled out of the rat hole and smashed to pieces.

The latter sentence was said by the Semitic general who led the army to slaughter at the beginning, and although the vast majority of Dikishi people doubted the truth of that sentence, no one dared to try it for themselves.

All of them were under the high pressure of the Semitic people, honestly and tremblingly.

Whenever he sat on the hill grazing the sheep in the sun, the shepherd would take off his sheepskin jacket, lean his back against the stones, and while looking for lice, pick up the big ones, stuff them into his mouth, bite them crackling, and squint his eyes, recalling the happy and beautiful life of those years.

Then on the first and fifteenth days of the new year, he drove the sheep to the city, endured the heartache of dripping blood, picked out the best and fattest sheep cakes, and handed them over to the Semitic lords as taxes.

For the Dikihi people, who are imbued with zìyóuism jīng gods, this is definitely their most humiliating moment, the darkest moment in their history.

Due to the strict lack of resources, for them, every sheep, their lifeline, is a necessity of their life. And one less means that their wives and children will be hungry for ten days and half a month. Sometimes, even a chance to survive.

But the Semites were so powerful, so powerful that they didn't dare to look up to them.

Originally, they thought that such a rìzi would live for a long time.

However, the people with a keen sense of smell suddenly noticed that since the arrival of the New Year, the situation seemed to be a little different.

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"Get out of here~!"

"Ah~!"

“......”

With bursts of angry scolding and screaming, there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping on the street.

Pedestrians on the street fled in panic in either direction, hiding in a nearby alley or burrowing into a tavern.

The once bustling street suddenly fell silent.

Only a few hawkers were still thieves, reluctant to give up their belongings, crying and sad, hurriedly sorting out their things.

At this time, I heard the sound of 'quack' military boots.

The citizens hiding in the old goat tavern couldn't help but sink in their hearts.

Looking at the hawkers who didn't have time to escape, and then at the army on the other side of the street, they all knew what was going to happen next.

But to their surprise, the Semitic people just kicked the Dikihi who was in front of them, and didn't smack the guy as usual, so that he could remember it longer. Or pull out the knife and cut off the head.

The humans who followed them also lowered their heads and shrunk their necks one by one, looking restless, far less arrogant than when they were in the way of the fox.

Watching this group of people swaggering through the street, almost all the people in the tavern had hateful expressions on their faces, and their eyes showed a fierce light. Eyes staring at the group of humans behind the Semitic people.

The people on the road seemed to be aware of it. Turned his head and looked around. The people in the tavern immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at them.

The human vassals looked at them with contempt.

The leader of the group snorted, spit loudly on the ground, and scolded loudly: "A bunch of men without eggs." ”

To put it aside in the past, to be so insulted, the bloody Dikich Shepherd would have drawn his knife long ago.

Such people are now extinct.

Those who were not smart enough had been slaughtered by the Semites. And the rest are all smart people.

Several human vassals snorted, and then walked down the street with triumphant expressions.

Wait for them to message on the corner of the street. The drinkers in the tavern who were almost lying on the table cautiously raised their heads and looked into the distance.

And these people can't be careless.

The Semitic people are extremely arrogant, as long as they look at any human with an unconvinced expression, they will be slaughtered in the street, and the conquerors don't care about any law, their will is the law.

Looking at the place where the legs of the Semitic and their human dogs disappeared, a drinker slammed a dagger into the table with a dagger in his hand, his eyes as if he could breathe fire, gritted his teeth and ripped off a large piece of wood from the table.

The person next to him hurriedly stretched out his hand and threw a tablecloth on top of the dagger. Then Jǐng Ti looked around and saw that he was found carrying a weapon by the Semitic people, and he was also going to be hanged.

I found that no one was looking at this side. Only then did he lean close to the man's ear and whispered, "Brother Robin, be careful of too many people." ”

Robin patted his companion's hand, hid the dagger, took a deep breath, and said, "I see." ”

He had just calmed down when someone on the other side of the tavern suddenly shouted angrily, "Those damned people Jiān, stinky pigs who sold their souls for fifty coppers." Sooner or later, I'll have to catch them and chop their skins and bones~!"

Someone next to him hurriedly jumped up and covered the speaker's mouth, looked around nervously, and said weakly: "He drank too much, talked nonsense, talked nonsense, talked nonsense......"

Then he forcibly pulled the man away, and scolded as he went: "You don't want to die, if you are told by someone who hears it, you will die." ”

Several people left the tavern in a hurry, and Robin looked at their backs and snorted coldly, "Coward." ”

The tavern owner also shook his head and sighed.

Compared to the Semitic people, the people here all hate people more than Jiān.

The human vassals who had just walked through were not De Rossi, nor were they sent from the rear, but authentic Dikich shepherds.

As soon as the Semitic people arrived, they took refuge and became their mighty dog-legged dogs, helping them to slaughter their fellow countrymen.

It was with the help of some people familiar with the local situation, that the Semitic people would be so obedient to the disobedient Dikishi.

These people are also engaged in business without capital, who is the local tyrant, there are caves where people can be hidden, and the sheep intestine trails lead there, they know it clearly.

At the same time, they also plundered and did all kinds of evil, and their hands were filled with the blood of their fellow villagers. Even more frustrating than the Semites.

The Semitic people also deliberately used humans to control humans, so they deliberately indulged them, and also gave them rewards, and all the public executions were carried out by them as executioners.

The heroes of Dikich all have relatives and friends who died at the hands of this gang of people, which can be described as a sea of blood feud.

Robin's family died at the hands of them and the Semitic people, and watching them breathe fire in their eyes.

"Arrogant?haha, they can't be arrogant for a few days, I don't see that they are all holding their tails now. A person in the depths of the tavern muttered in a low voice, "Death is not far away~!"

Robin and his men looked at each other.

Immediately, he pushed a chair and stood up, sat opposite the man with the wine bottle, pushed the wine bottle over, and said in a low voice: "May I ask this eldest brother's surname, which road is the hero?"

"A good man doesn't dare to be a big man, he is a big car, the food is bought and sold on the wheel, and my friends call me Old Mula. ”

The man who called himself Old Mulla picked up an orchid bean and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with a rattling sound.

Robin narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party carefully, looking at this guy with a look of indifference, but there were thick calluses on his hands, and a pair of eyes looked a little cloudy, but occasionally a jīng light flashed, but it was as sharp as a sword blade.

He couldn't help but smile in his heart: this old Mura is also a fellow believer.

The so-called car and boat shop foot should be killed if he is not guilty. Among them was the guy on the other side.

It doesn't look amazing, it's just a big car. Engaged in long-distance transportation. But in fact, it is also a bandit of the rivers and lakes.

At the time of shipment. If you have the opportunity, you will kill the owner of the goods. Snatched other people's things.

If he hires his car carrier, he will rob and kill all the men, and if there are women and children, he will also sell them.

The method is also very simple, when walking on the mountain road, just kick the person off the cliff with one kick, and no one can check the dead body.

This kind of thing happens every day around Dikich. Locals know that if you want to be safe, you can only pay a protection fee and follow the caravan.

Robin picked up the wine bottle and filled Old Mula's wine glass, and said affectionately: "Brother Mula, what news have you heard?"

The coachman and porter are the most well-informed.

Old Mulla grinned, revealing a mouth full of disgusting yellow teeth, lowered his voice, and said in a low voice: "I won't hide it from you. Brother, I heard that the demons suffered a big defeat in the east. Even the generals who led the army were slaughtered. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and swiped lightly on his neck, making a head-killing motion.

Robin was stunned and asked with an expression of disbelief, "Really?"

The Semitic people are invincible all the way, and no one can stop them for thousands of miles.

Rumor has it that this is a fateful battle for a thousand years. A thousand years ago, the Semitic people were defeated. Until now, feng shui takes turns, so they will always win battles.

Even the weasels of Nanshan spat out their mouths and said: The Semitic people should rule the continent for a thousand years.

Although I don't know whether it's true or not, anyway, the stupidity of the bluffed Dikich is behind the dead people, and the people are stunned.

Moreover, the heroes of Dikich have also fought against the Semitic soldiers, and they are no match for others at all, and they are beaten every time.

In their opinion, it was impossible to defeat the Semites.

Robin looked at the table and muttered, "I didn't expect the Semites to be defeated so quickly." ”

Old Mulla picked up his glass and took a snort, then exhaled comfortably and said, "Defeat them, but the ...... The ...... You know what, right?"

As he spoke, he reached out and gestured to a cross, and then sneakily pointed to the top of his head.

"Ah~!" Robin's hand holding the wine glass shook suddenly, and said, "Luo...... Lord Loe. No wonder......"

All the people who are mixed up in the road know that it is good to rob anyone, but don't rob the things of the Flying Eagle Group.

There was once a person who didn't care about doing this, but two days later, someone blocked the gate of the village and shot off his brain.

According to the number of people present, the brains were sprinkled on the ground like broken tofu flowers.

That night, the noble lord of the city and his guards washed the fool's camp aside, and took back the looted things intact.

This is not over, a few days later, His Majesty the King sent a large army, turned the whole Dikich aside, and tossed a group of heroes to jump.

Everyone understands that the things of the Flying Eagle Group belong to the nobles, and their gang of mud legs can't move, and although the heroes of Dikich don't bird the nobles, they don't dare to provoke the nobles.

A thief will never be able to fight an official.

Even if they can assassinate a few minor nobles, they are just a bunch of chaotic people compared to the noble groups that rule the kingdom.

"Lord Lorraine's people are about to call. Old Mulla poured a glass of wine higher than the wine glass, carefully picked it up, and poured it down with a snort, saying: "They don't have a few days to live, this will, maybe how afraid of that~!"

Robin touched the dagger in his arms through his clothes, and the expression on his face was uncertain.

Old Mura seemed to see his thoughts, and said with a smile: "If you want to do it early, as soon as the army arrives in a few days, you won't have a chance." ”

Robin's eyes rolled, and as he was hesitating, there was a sudden commotion on the street.

"Look, there's something in the sky. ”

"What's that?"

"There's a house flying in the sky~!"

“......”

Hearing the commotion, the citizens immediately ran out of their homes, and then stood on the street looking at the sky, shouting and screaming.

The people in the tavern ran out with a hula, and the shopkeeper also rushed to the door, and then jumped to his feet and shouted: "Bastard, come back, come back, you haven't paid yet~!"

Robin also squeezed out, hiding behind the crowd and looking at the sky, only to see that in the eastern sky, there was really a black house flying in the sky, and it was very fast.

"God of Light, what is that?" someone couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

Suddenly, a hurried jǐng bell rang out in the city, accompanied by the bell of "dangdangdangdang", and the Semitic soldiers and human vassals jumped down from the city walls in amazement and hid in the houses below.

Old Mulla walked out drunk, looked up and forgot to glance at it, and said casually: "It's just a war fortress, what a fuss, huh~!"

Look at the logo, it's the Eagle Group's. ”

This tone is careless, and it is obvious that he is an old man who is well-informed.

"It turns out that this is the war fortress......" Robin looked at the war fortress that was about to fly overhead and smacked his mouth, the business will become more and more difficult to do in the future, and the Flying Eagle Group really can't afford to provoke it.

The War Fortress was lowered to a height of only a few tens of meters above Dikich's head, and people on the ground could even see a faint figure behind the window of the War Fortress.

When the citizens on the ground stretched their necks to look at the rarity, a large white thing suddenly floated out from behind the war fortress, and they fell from the sky one after another.

Robin could see clearly, it was a small blank sheet of paper.

Pieces of paper fell like snow, scattered in the air, and spilled onto the ground.

The civilians on the street immediately rushed to scramble to pick it up, white paper is very expensive, and it is much more comfortable to take it home and wipe your butt with clods of earth and tiles

The war fortress, which had sprinkled white paper, turned around and raised its height, and the news was in the clouds.

The Semitic soldiers and vassals came out again, picked up their weapons and trunked the citizens on the street, snatched the papers from their hands, and shouted: "Don't pick it up, hand it over~!"

Those human vassals pouted their butts and gathered the white paper on the ground, all stuffed into the basket, and sweated profusely.

"Those who dare to hide leaflets privately will be punished according to the crime of collaborating with the enemy, and they will be handed over without mercy~!"

Robin folded the white paper in his hand, tucked it into his sleeve, and retreated back into the tavern.

It took a while for the streets to quiet down, although most of the blank paper was confiscated and much remained in the hands of citizens.

Robin opened the white paper in his hand and saw that the "Sinner's Decree" was printed on the top of the page in a clear and neat font.

The next line of slightly smaller words, His Majesty the Pope's letter to the people of the occupied areas. (To be continued.) )