I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Hart looked at Alicia. At this moment, she was wearing the magic cloak that Char had made for her. Her appearance was covered under the hat. Only the lower half of her face could be seen. It seemed that she was deliberately hiding her appearance.

But Hart was not curious. Mr. Xia seemed extremely mysterious to him, and it was normal for the people around him to be mysterious.

But since it was Char who brought him in, Hart didn't dare to neglect him.

His smile faded slightly, then he sighed and said angrily, "It's all the bastard's fault of Mayor Bangila!

This traitor probably took money from the West French people and worked as an internal agent for them in the town.

We didn't even know what was happening, and when we woke up the next morning, the Zephranic army was already patrolling Tassili. "

Xia Ya nodded. He was not surprised by this. After all, corruption can occur even in the imperial capital, let alone a marginal town like Sashili.

"Hey." Hart sighed and said, "I originally thought it would be safer to escape from the Imperial City, but I didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen. Sasili hasn't experienced this kind of thing for many years."

"Crisis can also be opportunities, and bad things can also be good things." Xia Ya whispered in a low voice.

Hart nodded thoughtfully.

"I want to buy two whole slaughtered cows." Xia Ya said straight to the point.

Hart smiled bitterly and said, "It may be difficult for you to buy them. The day after the army came in, they slaughtered some of the cows of the right age for the carnival.

The other part were imprisoned in the northern pasture and were guarded by the army.

I heard from some people that they planned to transport all the cattle back to West France when the cargo ship came. "

"What a bunch of robbers!" Alicia gritted her teeth and said, "Most of the people here derive their livelihood from those cows. What will you do if the cows are taken away?"

Hart had an indelible sadness on his face, "Some people should have hidden some breeding cattle and cows. The reason why Sashili's cattle are special is because of the special environment, fertile pastures, and we also have some unique feeding methods." method.

They can't take these things with them.

If this war can end soon, there is still some hope."

"This war won't end soon," Alicia said.

Hart fell silent.

"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door on one side. The person who knocked on the door was so hard that the whole building seemed to be shaking.

"Dong dong dong! Dong dong dong!"

"Open the door, Hart!

It's me, Isaac! "

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, very panicked.

Hart frowned, having some ominous premonition in his heart, and quickly stepped forward and opened the door.

Behind the door was a middle-aged man with short red hair, slightly overweight, and freckles on his face. He seemed to be running here, so he was breathing heavily.

He looked at Hart and said seriously.

"Something happened to Frena."

Hart's face turned pale. He didn't ask what happened, but just turned his head to look at Dasha.

"Dasha, I'll leave it to you at home. I'll go out and take good care of the guests."

"Let's go with you." Xia Ya stood up and said, "Maybe there's something I can do to help."

Hart gave him such a good place and insisted on not wanting Xia Ya's money, which was considered a favor to him.

Hart hesitated for a moment and nodded, "It would be best if you could help."

He turned back to look at Dasha, "Take care of the children, lock the doors and windows, and don't open the door if anyone knocks. Wait until we come back."

Although Dasha's face was full of worry, she still nodded.

They walked out of the room, and under the leadership of the middle-aged man named Isaac, they hurried towards the farm on the edge of the town.

On the way, they met a group of Western French soldiers.

They were very drunk and their voices were very loud. They spoke French, but the Sahilians often traded with Europe, so they could understand it a little bit.

"Hey, Johnny, tell us, how does that Celtic woman feel?"

"That's okay." The West French soldier who was surrounded curled his lips and said, "Bai is quite white, but she didn't cooperate. Look, she caught me."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to show them the scratches on his hands.

The other person beside the soldier also said, "And she also has a man, who is as thin as a bamboo pole, and he even wants to steal my gun."

He smiled disdainfully, "I stabbed him to death in one go."

"Come on!" the soldier named Johnny mocked, "He almost succeeded. If I hadn't been here, your body would be cold now. Just brag."

When the people around heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

Xia Ya quietly watched their figures leave slowly without saying a word.

Soldiers and bandits have been a family since ancient times. In ancient times, it was difficult to siege a city and the soldiers were mentally depressed. In order to stimulate the soldiers' combat effectiveness and relieve stress.

Generals usually promise to commit rape, robbery and other acts after breaking the city.

The reason why soldiers actively attack cities and seize territory is because they can make a fortune by looting people's houses everywhere when they win.

Xia Ya used to watch TV dramas about modern history, and when he saw the fruit army looting the people, he always muttered, no wonder they lost.

Later, when he read more history and news, he realized that our army was the outlier.

The leader, Isaac, clenched his fists tightly. Hart stood there, his eyes focused on those people who were laughing. In his dilated pupils, their backs and smiles were reflected, deeply captivating them. The look was engraved in my mind.

He had no words, but said in a hoarse voice.

"lead the way."

Isaac came to his senses and continued to lead them deeper.

After about ten minutes of driving, they left the town and entered a farm.

You could see this place when you were soaking in Char's hot springs. At that time, you could still see many cows grazing on the farm, but now there is no one left.

They came to a barn used to store fodder.

At this moment, there were some people standing at the door, about four or five people, all of whom seemed to be nearby Sashili people. Their faces were as gloomy as water, and their eyes were red with anger. A woman leaned on her husband's arms and lowered her head and sobbed.

Hart did not say hello to them, but pushed open the barn door with a sullen face and walked straight in.

There was only one person in the warehouse, a red-haired young girl with glowing white skin and some freckles on her face. Xia Ya didn't like women with white looks, but he also knew that in white people's aesthetics, this It should be beautiful.

But at this moment, she was leaning against the haystack, her clothes were disheveled, her hair was messy, and she seemed to be in a trance. When she saw someone coming in, she kicked her legs in panic and shouted in horror.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

"Frena, I'm your uncle." Hart said with a trembling voice.