Chapter 886 Gus’ Journey to the West (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
There is no doubt that for Gus, who has followed his adoptive father Gambino to participate in wars as a mercenary since he was a child, he is actually very important to Gus. The situation in the western countries of this continent is not unfamiliar.
I even have very deep memories of some castles, fortresses and towns where tragic wars broke out. After all, I almost lost my life several times.
As a warrior who has been on the battlefield to earn commissions since he was nine years old, and has been fighting, fighting, fighting throughout his life, trying his best to fight against his extremely miserable fate, he actually Throughout his life he has longed to be loved and accepted.
But the cruel reality has torn this humblest wish into pieces again and again.
This is also why after joining the Eagle Group, Gus pays so much attention to his companions.
Because in his mind, it was the only place that gave him a sense of belonging.
Especially Griffith, strictly speaking, was the first close friend who resurrected his dead heart, while Casca was the only one who could give him a sense of responsibility and The woman you want to spend your life with.
But for these two extremely important people in his eyes, there was an explosive scene where one of them raped the other in front of him after becoming a demon.
So the overwhelming hatred comes not only from the humiliation, pain, and torture, but more from the betrayal of the strong feelings you have given.
Griffith not only betrayed Guts, but also betrayed the trust, admiration and following of him by all members of the Eagles.
The most important thing is that this is not the first betrayal Gus has encountered in his life.
To be exact, when he was young, he was betrayed by his adoptive father Gambino, who sold him to another strong bald mercenary for a mere few silver coins. The whole night was ravaged.
Afterwards, he even pretended not to know and fooled him.
If it weren’t for the fact that Gambino became increasingly unbalanced after he broke his leg, and eventually became so jealous that he wanted to kill his adopted son to vent his anger, Gus would have never known the truth of the matter.
At that time, he also gave his adoptive father great trust and even handed over all the money he earned, just to win the other's recognition and stop being a freeloader.
But what’s the result?
When he subconsciously killed the other person in self-defense, he actually learned from Gambino that the adoptive father had always resented him and felt that he was the son of a devil who brought misfortune.
So the adoptive father has never really accepted him as a family member. Instead, he has been using various despicable methods to exploit him and humiliate him.
The day Gus killed Gambino was the last time in his life that he cried helplessly like a child.
Perhaps this moment was the key turning point for him from a child to an adult.
Because he finally knew that, except for the adoptive mother who dug him out of the dead body when he was still born with the umbilical cord attached, no one in this world truly loved him.
But a few years after adopting her, her adoptive mother contracted the Black Death and breathed her last in pain.
Sometimes Gus even hates himself, feeling that he will bring despair and death wherever he goes.
Why else would his biological mother die just after giving birth to him?
Why did the adoptive mother contract the Black Death not long after adopting her?
Even his adoptive father, Gambino, might not have ended up like that if he hadn't been there for him.
Later, the entire Eagle Regiment was annihilated and Casca's dumb look after being raped reminded Gus all the time that he was a person who would bring bad luck to those closest to him. of disaster.
So after recovering from his injuries, he embarked on a journey of revenge. He no longer wanted to have anything to do with anyone. He just wanted to be like a lone wolf and fight against this damn fate in his own way, until one day Until he collapses when he can no longer hold on.
In other words, Gus is on a path of self-destruction.
As long-term negative emotions such as loneliness, anger, and hatred continue to accumulate, the brutal beast that was bred in his heart is becoming stronger and stronger.
When Guts's current personality was swallowed by the beast, it was the moment when he completely fell into the law of causality of the God of the Abyss.
That’s why the Skeleton Knight helped him again and again, and even took the initiative to arrange for him to meet the old witch and the little witch so that he could obtain the berserker armor he had used.
Because as a veteran, the Skeleton Knight knows very well that the greatest weapon against fate and the law of causality is not anything else, but "human nature."
So Guts must keep his humanity and never give it up for revenge.
Otherwise, they will become no different from those apostles and the hands of God, and eventually become part of the evil thoughts of all mankind.
Of course, Gus has not realized this yet.
He simply wanted to meet Zuo Si and find out how he knew about the grudge between him and Griffith, as well as information about the Hand of God and even the God of the Abyss behind them.
After all, he and Casca were the only ones to survive that horrific sacrifice.
And Cascaia became dull and stupid due to the great mental stimulation, and it was impossible to leak any information to the outside world.
So Gus didn't understand how a foreign prince from the West knew all this.
You must know that even the nearest Kingdom of Mitland still knows very little about this matter.
With countless questions and curiosity, Gus followed the road westward and soon passed through one town after another, constantly inquiring about news from Western countries in the taverns along the way.
The result is that you don’t know if you don’t ask, but you will be shocked if you ask.
Many of the countries and lords he had served for when he was a mercenary were completely destroyed by Zuo Si's armies attacking from all sides.
Thousands of named families alone have been uprooted, and some can even be traced back hundreds of years, older than the existence of the country they live in.
But now in the face of the rolling historical torrent, all their acts of resistance have finally turned into overestimating their capabilities.
“I tell you, don’t listen to the nonsense of those drunkards.
They secretly collected money from noble lords, so they deliberately promoted how evil, cruel and addicted the enemy was. Blood.
I want to use this to cause panic among the people, and then arm them all to die if necessary.
But as far as I know, the kingdom's army has never had any record of robbing towns or villages, and there are also no rumors of massacres of civilians.
The only people they usually clear out are nobles and wealthy businessmen who have blood ties and interests with the nobles.
Not only will ordinary people not be made things difficult for them, but they can also be allocated a piece of land of their own after the war is over.
Of course, the family that received land in return had to provide a young adult workforce to join the army.
And after training to become a qualified soldier, you can receive rewards and promotions as long as you perform meritorious service on the battlefield.
It is said that many generals who are currently leading independent battles have been promoted from the lowest level bit by bit. ”
A bald man dressed as a vendor sat opposite Gus, lowering his voice and shaking out all the information he knew.
Of course, the reason why he was so enthusiastic was not Because he is talkative or has a strong desire to express himself, there are a few more shining silver coins in his hand.
“So you think that this unprecedented war and conquest is for most people. Is it a good thing? "
Gus took a sip of the wine in his glass and asked in an uncertain tone.
Unlike Griffith, who is good at forbearance and highly sensitive to politics, he has always been a pure warrior. At the same time, he is also a rough guy in the eyes of outsiders. He has almost no research on social, economic, political and other things.
The bald man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Don't ask me, I'm just a small vendor, how could I know these things.
But judging from the results, anyone who is beaten by that Roll The living standards of the people in the areas conquered and ruled by His Majesty King De I have been significantly improved.
Whether it is farming, grazing, mining, working in factories and workshops, or joining the army to become a soldier, at least. You can fill your stomach without worrying about being hungry or cold
And nobility is no longer hereditary, but awarded based on a person's contribution
This is much better than when the nobles monopolized everything.
The most important thing is that small traders like us who make some hard money no longer have to pay a tax every time we pass through a territory.
So from the perspective of a businessman, I am definitely a supporter of His Majesty Roald I.
Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to remind you.
Don't be tempted by the high bounties offered by local noble lords to work for them.
Because the kingdom's legions are equipped with gunpowder weapons on a large scale, no city walls or gates have been able to withstand the bombardment of large-caliber artillery so far.
Half a month ago, a group of desperate mercenaries went to the battlefield to make money, but only three of the two hundred people came back alive.
One of them also lost a leg and could only live on crutches for the rest of his life. "
"Large-caliber artillery? Is it a lot? ”
Gus is clearly interested in this topic.
Because in the wars he participated in, although he once encountered a castle and fortress equipped with artillery. For example, his adoptive father Gambino's leg was blown off by artillery, but overall the number is very rare. A castle can Even if you have one or two, you are pretty good, but in the end, you still have to rely on cold weapons to decide the outcome.
But according to the other party's description, the number and power of such weapons have obviously been greatly improved in Zuo Si's army.
He could almost imagine how desperate the mercenaries would be when facing the bombardment of several or even a dozen cannons with their flesh and blood bodies.
That is something that no armor or shield can stop.
Just when the bald man opened his mouth to say something, a loud rumble and slight vibration instantly caused the entire tavern patrons and even the residents of the town to panic.
"Damn! What happened?"
"I don't know! It seems to be a noise from the city gate!"
"Yes...it's a cannon! Roald I's army is coming. !”
“What? That’s impossible! Didn’t you say the battlefield was far away from us a few days ago?”
“Idiot! Will those despicable nobles tell you the truth? Use your brain and think about it. How many days has it been since our lord showed up? ”
"Oh - my God! You mean he has already received the bad news from the front line and ran away with his family?"
"You still need to ask? Don't you run away and wait to stay and be exterminated to death?" ?”
……
With the sounds of quarrels and curses, the whole town was trembling under the fierce shelling.
Many people who rushed to the streets witnessed the collapse of the solid city gates and walls with their own eyes, and great fear surged in their hearts.
But before they had time to react, soldiers wearing the iconic red and blue military uniforms began to rush in from the collapsed gap in neat lines.
Some soldiers, mercenaries and officers loyal to the noble lords still wanted to resist desperately, but they were all taken away by a volley of muskets from the line infantry.
The collapsed city wall, the bright firelight and the deafening sound, combined with the corpse lying on the ground and bleeding from the armor, formed a shocking scene.
After completing a round of shooting, the soldiers began to squat down and clean the residue in the gun chamber according to the procedure, then re-introduced the gunpowder and stuffed the projectiles into it to complete the filling.
The soldiers following behind passed them and continued to move forward.
Anyone who encounters someone with evil intentions or who wants to resist will be killed with one shot without hesitation.
Soon, this army occupied and controlled the streets and several important commanding heights in the city.
Then the leading officer ordered some locals to be recruited to clear a path from the ruins of the collapsed city gates and walls.
Not long after, Gus saw several packhorses pulling thick, large-caliber bronze artillery carts slowly entering the city from the outside, and then being arranged around the lord's residence and castle.
The young officer, who looked to be only 24 or 25 years old, didn't even bother to say anything to persuade him to surrender, and directly gave his men the order to attack.
"Fire!"
Boom! boom! boom! boom!
At this moment, everyone, including Gus, finally felt the terrifying power of the artillery at close range.
Different from the original cannons that were previously placed on castles or fortresses, although these bronze cannons are still front-loaded smoothbore cannons, the propellant used is no longer the backward black powder, but the latest Nitrocellulose suitable as propellant.
After all, for Zuo Si, there is no secret at all in the technology tree on the road to the development of thermal weapons.
He only needs to tell those craftsmen what they should do and the process of making these raw materials, and he can easily create a bunch of things that look advanced, backward, and full of contradictions.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this is influenced to some extent by the "power of my thinking" about the green-skinned orcs.
Otherwise, according to the normal historical development trajectory, there would be no way such an outrageous combination of bronze artillery and nitrocellulose would appear.
Because before the invention of stable and safe passivating agents, nitrocellulose was an out-and-out dangerous item. It was the kind of mass murderer that would spontaneously ignite and explode if placed in a warehouse with an ambient temperature close to forty degrees Celsius.
But for Zuo Si, solving these difficult problems that originally required a lot of experiments was just a matter of words.
If the overall industrial level had not improved too slowly and production capacity could not keep up, he would have even been able to create thermal weapons close to the level of World War I.
You must know that increasing steel production is not something that can be accomplished in a short time.
The biggest problem encountered is the serious shortage of labor.
Yes, you read that right, there is a labor shortage.
Because when a large number of serfs and sharecroppers obtain land, they will not be forced into cities to become workers like the farmers in modern European history who went bankrupt in large numbers.
Especially in the extremely dangerous mining industry, the demand for labor has simply exceeded supply.
There are even some unscrupulous mine owners who secretly give money to businessmen engaged in trade and ask them to go to other countries to buy defeated prisoners or refugees at low prices and bring them back to work as miners for themselves.
Although Zuo Si has ordered the abolition of the legality of slaves, the mine owners will use a contract of twenty to thirty years to turn them into legal slave labor.
As for the salary, it is only one-fifth or even lower than that of local miners.
Perhaps the only advantage is that food and housing are taken care of, although the food is a little worse and the place to live is also a little worse.
If you are lucky enough to live down the tunnel for twenty or thirty years, you can still save a free pension to spend your old age.
However, the probability of this happening is not high.
After all, even if we exclude mining disasters that may be caused by structural collapse at any time, simply inhaling dust underground for more than ten or twenty years can cause extremely fatal damage to the lungs, and fibrosis is almost inevitable.
So most miners will not live more than twenty years and will end their short lives suffering from severe coughing and suffocation.
They are like firewood that lights up this dark world, burning themselves to create a better living environment for future generations.
Regarding this situation, Zuo Si also turned a blind eye.
Because he has no good solution without resorting to a lot of external forces.
This is the pain that humans must experience from agricultural society to industrial society, and no one is exempt.
If he relies heavily on forces from outside this world to speed up the process of industrialization, he will definitely not be able to close the distance between himself and the God of the Abyss.
In other words, promoting such drastic social changes is itself a way for him to communicate with the God of the Abyss.
Moreover, due to the rapid technological advancement, the equipment of the various legions under Zuo Si's command was also updated at an alarming rate. The mixed use of nitrocellulose cannons and black powder muskets often occurred at the same time.
Cannons that use nitrocellulose as propellant are designed to quickly demolish strongholds such as castles and fortresses.
The black powder musket is sufficient most of the time to deal with those noble armies that are still stuck in the cold weapon age.
Just like this, amidst the roar of artillery, the castle that symbolized power and status quickly fell.
As everyone expected, the noble lord fled with his family long ago, leaving only some abandoned soldiers and servants.
Although these guys did not put up too fierce resistance, and some even tried to surrender, they were all slaughtered mercilessly.
In less than half an hour, not even a single living dog was left in the entire castle from top to bottom.
On the contrary, this army did not carry out any form of robbery or plunder in the entire town. It only arrested a few businessmen and officials who had close relations with the noble lords according to the list.
After everything settled, order was quickly restored on the streets.
Although everyone was still a little afraid of this army, after discovering that they would give money when buying things and even bargain for them, they finally let go of their worries.
After all, it doesn't matter who rules. As long as the safety of the town can be ensured and the taxes are not too outrageous, life can be lived as it should be.
Due to the lack of awakening of national consciousness, the common people at the bottom of this world have no so-called "feelings for family and country" at all, and they will not fight for the interests of the noble lords.
About a few hours later, some well-known local businessmen, craftsmen and citizens were organized to form a temporary parliament.
At the same time, notices were posted in conspicuous places, announcing that the land originally belonging to the nobles would be distributed in the coming time.
Anyone who wants to farm but does not have land of their own can come and sign up.
Beyond that are details about new laws, regulations and taxes.
Perhaps a lot of the words sound very sensual and difficult to pronounce, but in general, the burden must be much lighter than before. After a few punches in this combination of dividing the land with one hand and reducing the burden with the other, residents of the surrounding areas radiating outward from the center of the town soon began to shout "Long live Roald I".
As for the noble lord who fled to who knows where, he became a rat that everyone shouted to beat in a very short period of time.
Because the people who were allocated the land knew very well that if the noble lord came back, he would not only take away the land in his hands, but also liquidate all the people who obtained the land.
Therefore, from the moment they joined the ranks of subdivisions, their use was closely bound to Zuo Si.
Then some families who obtained land were selected by drawing lots to recruit soldiers, and then they were reorganized and trained.
Gus, who was hiding in the dark, silently watched all this, and at the same time gave this army a very high score in his heart, even higher than the Eagles under Griffith's leadership. The group is much higher.
Because even in the golden age of the Eagles, all Griffith could do was to fight for his own interests under the system of kings and nobles.
But this army was able to crush the rule of the nobles like a tortoise, and then draw a large number of civilians to its side.
The most important thing is that the opponent's strict discipline in combat, as well as his moral level that is several levels higher than that of mercenaries, are completely different from the traditional army he knows.
The most obvious thing is that there is no confusion in the eyes of those soldiers, and they will not vent the negative emotions accumulated on the battlefield by drinking alcohol, looking for women and other ways to have fun.
Just a few hours ago, Gus witnessed with his own eyes a soldier who had made enough meritorious service in previous battles to be promoted to an officer in public.
Obviously, what supports these soldiers in fighting is not money, but something else that he cannot understand.
Maybe it is some kind of firm belief...
It may also be an unattainable dream...
"Damn it! This feeling reminds me of my life in the Eagles."
Gus touched the one on his body that symbolized " "Sacrifice" the faintly painful mark couldn't help but curse.
Just when he was about to get up and leave to continue westward to see other towns under Zuo Si's rule, there was a sudden piercing scream outside, followed by a huge thing rising from the ground instantly.
It looks a bit like a huge piranha flower. The inside of the flower is covered with densely packed sharp fangs, and is surrounded by countless squirming vines.
In just a few seconds, several civilians were caught and swallowed.
Apostle? !
Gus's eyes suddenly burst out with terrifying murderous intent, and at the same time he was very confused that he did not sense the other party's existence.
Because the mark on him is equivalent to an early warning device to a certain extent.
When monsters, apostles and hands of gods from the underworld are nearby, unstoppable bleeding and pain will begin.
The bigger the opponent is, the more intense the pain will be.
At the level of the Hand of God, just being close to it will cause it to be so painful that it will lose its will.
It is precisely because of this that Gus can continue to find the apostles and hunt them.
But the situation outside is exactly the opposite.
He has been in the town for a while, but he has never felt the other party's presence.
However, as a person who was not good at thinking, Gus did not hesitate for too long. Instead, he rushed out and pulled out the dragon-slaying sword on his back, and without saying a word, he struck with a powerful blow.
An old man who had just been entangled in vines immediately escaped from danger. After saying thank you, he quickly ran away.
“Get away! You’re in the way!”
There was a hint of nervousness and anxiety in the Piranha Apostle’s voice.
“Are you afraid of something?”
Gus was keenly aware of this, and an extremely surprised expression appeared on his face.
Because most of the apostles sacrificed their humanity, they became very arrogant, arrogant, bloodthirsty, cruel, and often accompanied by the habit of cannibalism.
He had never seen an apostle who showed fear from the beginning.
But unfortunately, the Piranha Apostle obviously did not want to answer any questions. Instead, he frantically mobilized the vines extending from himself to restrain the enemy who was standing in front of him regardless of life and death, and then He swallowed it in one bite and ate it.
But he obviously didn't know that the black-clothed swordsman in front of him had killed more than one powerful apostle. Both physically and mentally, he had already surpassed the limits of human beings.
Before the vines could get closer, Gus did not hesitate to swing the dragon-slaying sword and cut off all the surrounding vines.
Not only that!
He also raised his metal prosthesis, pointed it at the Piranha's huge head, and fired multiple crossbow arrows that could penetrate armor.
The severe pain immediately made the apostle scream.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!! Damn ants! How dare you?"
"Sorry, you are not the first apostle I have killed, and you will definitely not be the last."
Gus took advantage of the situation and jumped to the roof, then jumped high towards the opponent like petals. His head was chopped off hard.
But the next second...
He saw the huge petals suddenly open their mouths and spit out a cloud of red smoke.
Out of caution, Gus immediately chose to hold his breath.
But the moment he came into contact with the red smoke, a large number of extremely itchy red spots suddenly appeared on his exposed skin.
The maddening feeling made him unable to hold the sword in his hand anymore, but subconsciously scratched it.
As a result, this scratching moment caused all the red spots to break and leak out a pungent and stinky liquid. It was also accompanied by indescribable pain, and the whole person fell directly from mid-air to the ground.
Bang!
Thanks to Gus's rich combat experience, he used the weight of the Dragon Slayer to adjust the landing angle while in mid-air, otherwise it would be dangerous to break an arm or a leg.
But even so, his condition wasn't much better.
After all, there are only a very small number of apostles with supernatural powers like this, and most of them rely on their strong bodies to do whatever they want.
So he doesn’t have much experience to draw from in this area.
"Huh-huh-huh-"
With heavy breathing, Gus, who had long been accustomed to being injured, still struggled to get up from the ground and wanted to kill him. Opportunities for the other party.
Unfortunately, he obviously underestimated the damage that red mist would do to the body.
Just when he lifted his feet and took a step forward, the severe pain that went directly to the central nervous system of the brain once again made his whole body tense involuntarily and lost the ability to move.
The Piranha Apostle took the opportunity to pounce.
When the distance between the two got closer and closer, Gus could even see the scraps of flesh and human blood left on the other's teeth.
Is this where I died?
Completely unable to move, he began to review his life in his mind.
But when Casca's figure appeared, his pupils, which had begun to dilate a little, focused again, and he endured the severe pain and swung the sword with all his strength.
"Hahahaha! Is this your last death struggle? It's so weak that it makes people laugh!"
The Piranha Apostle easily waved the vines to deflect the Dragon-Slaying Sword and issued a Naked and unabashed ridicule.
But the next second he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because a heavily armed team appeared on the roof of the surrounding building at an unknown time. First, they fired a round of fierce shelling that made the apostle dizzy and couldn't find their way around. Then they fired some black liquid towards the location.
When the apostle's body began to absorb the black liquid uncontrollably, his originally huge body began to shrink rapidly, and eventually turned into a dry and thin old man.
He shouted hysterically as if he had a mental breakdown: "No! No! No! This is not true! How could I lose the power I gained after sacrificing so much?"
"Humph! He's just an inferior apostle of the fourth level. You don't think you can escape our pursuit, do you?"
The leading woman sneered contemptuously, and then He jumped down from the roof, raised his iron-booted feet and kicked the old man to the ground with a bang.
Especially since the entire head was almost completely sunk into the soil and blood on the ground.
It is not difficult to see from this action that she is deliberately humiliating this unknown apostle.
Seeing this, the other team members also jumped from the roof, took out some shackles engraved with mysterious symbols and patterns, and bound the old man's hands, feet and neck in them.
After all this was done, the woman turned around and asked Gus, who was already unconscious: "Hey! Are you not dead yet?"
"No...no!"< br>
Gus fought through the severe pain and growing weakness in his body to respond.
He couldn't believe it at all that there were people in this world who were hunting apostles like him.
And judging from the weapons and equipment, the opponent is obviously much more professional than me.
Especially the black liquid, which seems to be able to force the apostle to transform from a monster into a human again.
"Ha! I didn't expect that he is still a tough guy! You are lucky to have met me, because I like tough guys best!"
The woman let out a hearty laugh, then took out a small bottle of green solution from her pocket and put it to Gus's mouth.
"Drink it in one gulp! Whether you can survive depends on your luck. Because this guy's ability is indeed a bit troublesome."
"Many...thank you!"
Gus didn't have any doubts. He opened his mouth and drank the potion without hesitation. Then he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
But fortunately the woman hugged him at the last moment.
A short man in the team saw this scene and immediately joked: "Hey! Is our captain planning to eat meat today? If I remember correctly, aren't you very picky about men?"< br>
"Idiot! Keep your eyes wide open and take a good look at him! Especially the sword that fell to the ground!" Another team member next to him rolled his eyes and warned.
"Tch! Come on! How can a normal person swing such an iron block the size of a door panel? I bet it must be hollow."
The short man walked straight towards it Where the dragon-slaying sword fell, he grabbed the hilt with both hands and tried to lift it up.
As a result, I found that it was impossible to even lift it up with my own strength.
After he tried all his strength and blushed, but could not lift the sword more than half a meter, he let go and let the dragon-slaying sword hit the ground with a muffled sound, and then he gasped for air. While exclaiming in an unbelievable tone: "Damn! It's actually solid! Is that guy really a human? Could it be some apostle in disguise?"
"He waved this sword Not with both hands, but with one hand."
The youngest-looking boy in the team pointed to Gus' prosthetic leg made of steel.
“So now you know why the captain values him?”
“That’s right! That’s right! The captain obviously prefers tall, muscular men to small guys like you. . So you should give up your heart as soon as possible.”
"Stop talking! What's wrong with the little man? I have participated in six missions to hunt down the apostles, and there have been no mistakes every time."
"Oh? Really? If I remember correctly If so, there was a poor guy who was almost forced to stay in bed for the rest of his life. If His Majesty hadn't been kind enough to treat him, you might have been guilty for the rest of your life."
"Asshole! You sincerely can't get along with me, right?"
...
While the team members were laughing and scolding, the woman who was the captain suddenly interrupted: "That's enough This is not a place for quarrels and quarrels. Clean it up quickly. We have to escort this apostle back immediately to avoid a long night."
"Understood!"
The little man immediately stopped arguing and hurried over a few streets away in a carriage covered with black cloth.
After a while, they packed the captured apostle and Gus into the car.
When the defenders arrived, there was no danger except for the ruins of destroyed houses.
"What's going on? What just happened here?"
The officer asked with a serious face.
The soldiers behind him raised their muskets and surrounded the entire team. Anyone who made any movement would be shot immediately.
Faced with this situation, the woman who was the captain didn't care at all. She directly took out a badge and handed it over: "We are the seventh hunting team that belongs only to His Majesty, and we are being ordered to hunt down an attempt. The escaping apostle. "
"Hunting team?"
After confirming the authenticity of the badge, the officer quickly signaled his soldiers to put down their weapons, and he gave a respectful military salute. .
"I'm extremely sorry!
I failed to recognize you in time.
In addition, please allow me to express my most sincere respect to you on behalf of everyone in this town.
< br>Without you, I don’t know how long these damn man-eating monsters would have been hiding.”
“You’re welcome, this is what we should do, after all, this is what your Majesty intended to do. , if there are no other problems we will leave.”
After getting her badge back, the woman jumped directly onto the carriage and winked at another team member.
The latter understood it instantly, shook the reins vigorously, and drove the carriage slowly towards the outside of the city.
When their figures disappeared completely, the soldiers on the side couldn't help but stepped forward and asked: "Sir, what is the hunting team? Why are you so respectful to them?"
The officer replied without thinking: "The hunting team is a special force established by His Majesty after the capture of the royal capital.
It seems that there are less than a hundred people in total.
Mainly responsible for finding and capturing terrifying man-eating monsters called Apostles.
It is said that even the lowest member of every team has the rank of captain.
Not only are they equipped with the most advanced weapons, but they all have extraordinary abilities and can even release a supernatural power called magic.
Some people say that they are the sharpest knife in His Majesty's hand and the force that His Majesty relies on and trusts most.
Without their hard work, what happened just now would not be as simple as killing a few people. Maybe the entire town would be massacred by the apostles.
Remember to be respectful when you meet them in the future. ”
“That’s it. So how can you join in? "
There was a trace of yearning and longing in the eyes of the young soldier.
After all, the rank of captain can already lead an army alone, which is almost the limit of promotion for ordinary soldiers.
Going further requires the dual blessing of luck and talent
The officer obviously saw what his men were thinking. He raised his hand and knocked the soldier on the head. He laughed and cursed: "Don't daydream! Do you think that is a place where ordinary people can enter? I heard that in order to recruit manpower, His Majesty even traveled across the country. Screening was carried out within the scope, and in the end, less than two hundred passed the screening."
"No matter how strict the screening is, there is always a standard, right?"
The soldier covered his head and was obviously a little uncomfortable. Too convinced.
The officer was obviously a pretty good person. He was not angry because of the seriousness of his soldiers. Instead, he explained patiently: "I'm sorry, I don't know what the specific standards are, but it seems to be related to some kind of affinity. . In other words, this kind of talent is not determined by nurture, but is destined from the moment of birth."
"Isn't this the same as the blood theory promoted by those nobles?" br>
The young soldier was dumbfounded on the spot.
“No, it’s not blood, but talent.
It’s like some people are born smart, some are born strong, some are born with good physical strength, and some are born with good physical strength. They are naturally beautiful.
His Majesty just selects and trains these qualified people.
And they take a different path than us, so you don’t have to worry about them taking away our promotion space.”
After that, the officer ignored the curious baby and began to direct his men to clean up the scene, restore order, and calm the frightened civilians.