Mount and Blade

Chapter 75 Tragedy outside the city

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[This time I stayed in the Pande Continent for 10 hours, consumed 100 points of mental power, 203/330, reconnected to the Sword Wind World...]

The new day started with training. Although it was wartime, I could come out to train later in winter. Apart from swimming, other activities had to continue. The good news was that Bazso had upgraded. As his loyal fighter, he was of course a full-point strength type. In terms of strength alone, Bazso was now two points stronger than himself.

There was nothing to do at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Green decided to go out and find a blacksmith to refurbish the rusty nail-decorated chain mail in the space. After all, the defensive effect was still very impressive, a few points higher than the current fish scale armor.

In addition to the horse farm, the third wall of the fortress was also the armament area of ​​the Orr Fortress. Because it was convenient for soldiers to repair and replace weapons, etc., the blacksmith shops were arranged in piles under the wall.

The blacksmith shops here were all the same price. Green walked into a blacksmith shop that didn't seem to have so much reserve and threw the package on his shoulder on the table.

The boss wiped his hands, which were black from forging, with the towel on his shoulder. He had just put the red sword into cold water to cool it down.

"What do you want to repair?"

"A rusty chainmail. See if it can be refurbished." Green opened the gray package, and the black studded chainmail jacket weighing 15 kilograms appeared in front of the blacksmith.

The blacksmith took out the armor and took a look. It was a good chainmail with hard leather covering it.

"16 silver coins, it can't be lower!"

"Cheaper." [Persuasion Level 2, Trade Level 2]

"15 silver coins, or you can find someone else."

"No problem!" Green easily counted 15 silver coins from his wallet. This is much cheaper than in Pendor, and it's less than the price of a gold coin.

"Well... not bad, come back to pick it up in half a month, there are still many customers lined up in front of me." The owner of the blacksmith shop directly hung Green's studded chainmail on a pile of equipment racks waiting to be repaired.

After dealing with this matter, Green planned to go to the city. The city just outside the castle was crowded with refugees. There was no end in sight. The refugees were queuing for a bowl of pitifully thin rye porridge. There were occasional riots and trampling incidents. There were also mothers kneeling down to beg the soldiers who were distributing porridge to give more to their children.

"Please, give me more. If I don't have milk, my child will starve to death."

"What does your child's life or death have to do with me? Get out of here. The pigs behind are waiting to eat!"

"Hahahaha..."

But all he got was being kicked away by the soldiers, being pushed aside by the refugees behind him, and being ruthlessly laughed at.

When the huge wheel of war, disease, and hunger crushes the spirit and body, people always think about how to transfer the pain to their own kind. It is not entirely for self-protection, but more for the entertainment of inflicting fear and cruelty.

Because only when they see others living more painfully than them will they be happy and secretly proud to satisfy their strong vanity.

Not every refugee has a bowl. In order to have a mouthful of food, they do everything they can, such as dog bowls, potted plants covered with soil, and chamber pots used by other people. Who knows where they came from?

These people probably stole it, because since this group of refugees came, they heard that the public security in the city was very bad. Some families were robbed, but some were robbed of their children. Some people died in the conflict.

I heard that the meeting above decided to drive them out of the city. The tents outside the city were almost built, and they were just waiting for Lord Laban to speak.

Many women among the refugees were unable to hold a bowl or basin. They bit their lips tightly and took the hot black porridge with their hands. They had already learned from the past. They would not beg the soldiers who gave porridge unless they were forced to a certain extent.

Women's cries, screams, men's irritability, begging for mercy, many men among the refugees roughly squeezed into the queues of women only for survival. Those with men at home were better off. Although some people who cut in line would be pulled out and beaten, the soldiers' manpower was always limited. There would always be people who would test the law and successfully squeeze in during the chaos. Those women were afraid of being retaliated afterwards and dared not speak out, because chaos was already commonplace.

Poor, how can one word miserable be described?

Although he was ruthless when killing the enemy, this scene still made Green's eyelids bulge. Under the severe test called survival, the glory of mankind seemed so small.

Green suddenly regretted coming out. The situation outside was unexpectedly more miserable than when he first entered the city. People... No, they could no longer think and view it from the perspective of humans. They were just a group of hungry beasts who had done everything for a bite of food.

They all revealed their most primitive animal nature, no... maybe what was reflected in those people was far more evil and complex than original sin itself. Pure animal nature at least would not tear apart their own kind for food... it was hunger, desire, greed, and even more sin. The scene before their eyes was like a huge black vortex that made people feel despair, as if they were in the abyss of countless negative emotions.

Green stopped, his dark eyes deeply engraved with the evil here. It was a dark will that would never be written down even in human history. Those strong soldiers were tearing those soldiers apart in the snow for fun. Helpless girls, their expressions are nothing but numbness, despair, and...begging for food.

Their nature of relying on the strong makes them weak. No one cares whether they are willing or not, because weakness is the original sin.

It was quite quiet when the porridge was being given. A woman who seemed to be in a state of confusion was looking at the crowds fighting for food with dull eyes. She was still gently shaking the baby in her arms, lowering her head and giggling from time to time.

Green sighed, which reminded him of him and Gus' adoptive mother Sissy. Green walked over and squatted down beside her. The child in her arms had already turned purple and stiff from the cold, and his little head was skin and bones. , it seems that he failed to survive.

"Wow! Ahhhhh."

The woman belatedly held the child and moved away from Green. She looked at Green with vigilant eyes and kept making soothing movements to the baby in her arms.

"Alas..." Green stood up and left sadly.

"Don't come out if you have nothing to do. Stay in the castle." The commotion here also attracted the attention of the soldiers guarding the porridge shed. One of them could see the flag emblem on Green's shoulder, but he gave an evil look. With Green.

They don't want the people above to know about these nasty things that happened between people at the bottom, even though these things are no longer strange in their eyes and are taken for granted.

"Yeah, got it."

Green took steps to go back. It was really unsafe to wander around in such a chaotic city. Where Green could not see, there were already many male refugees drooling and staring at him with hungry eyes that were not like normal people. He looks like a well-nourished child. The big sword on his back is very valuable at first glance, but he doesn't know how much food he can exchange for it.

The woman on the roadside who had just been kicked away by the guard was squatting in the corner and crying with the baby in her arms. The baby was crying non-stop due to hunger, but it was obviously too weak, and even the crying was intermittent. Husky.

In order to protect themselves, women gather together like a flock of sheep, just like a group of lambs, just for peace of mind. They are of no use to those who are tough. Even a lone wolf can easily kill one of them. Just come and get what you need.

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