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The weather in Inadali in mid-November is not too cold. John doesn’t wear much. The trousers are cropped trousers. The waist is tied with a cotton belt, and the upper body has many holes. A cotton pullover with a sleeveless linen vest--the shoulders of this kind of vest are usually folded with old cloth heads and sewn into a shoulder with a certain thickness, which can slightly protect the shoulder when doing odd jobs that require resistance to heavy objects .

This kind of dress does not have any defensive power, just being kicked a few times made him lose his ability to resist, hugged his stomach and curled up, and didn't even dare to hum too loudly - that would make his stomach hurt .

Then, a big hand wearing a leather glove grabbed his half-length curly hair that had no energy to trim it and pulled it up. John, who was so stimulated by the sharp pain from the scalp, had to hold on and go along. Standing up vigorously, he staggered forward following the person who was pulling his hair.

On one side of the sidewalk, several square carriages used by the city superintendent to escort criminals were parked.

This kind of square-headed carriage is somewhat similar to the steel carriage of Westham's carriage. It has a wide body and the driver's seat at the front is wrapped to prevent someone from attacking the driver. The only difference is that the chassis is lower than Westham's steel carriage. There are many, and only the frame uses steel bars, and the compartment part is still a thick plank.

When John was thrown into the square carriage, there were already a lot of people locked in the carriage - he saw a lot of feet after being thrown into a shit.

This terrified and bewildered young man in the slum struggled to raise his arms and raised his head, and swept past the crowd of people standing side by side with the same panic expression on their faces.

They were all young and middle-aged men who were about his age, some of them wore the same clothes as he did when they went out to find work, some were more clean and tidy, but their shoes were also dirty, obviously they were not decent people living in a good neighborhood .

"Don't get in your way, stand still!"

Hearing the yelling and cursing from behind, John was so frightened that he got up quickly and honestly squeezed together with the people in the carriage.

Then, John saw Sanji, Tommy, and Bobby being driven into the car by people pulling their hair and choking their necks one after another like chickens and ducks...

With the four of them loaded, the carriage was full, and the city superintendent's men slammed the doors and chains, and the carriage set into motion.

When the wheels were rolling, John heard the city police outside discussing which block to catch another batch of...

"Where will I, we be sent?" The youngest Sanji was terrified, trembling and sobbing in a low voice.

No one answered him. In the dimly lit carriage without windows, all the people who were forced into the carriage just swayed numbly and panicked as the wheels rolled.

A few minutes later, the people in the carriage heard commotion from outside. Some men were asking "what are you trying to do" and some women were crying "please let him go".

The carriage was still moving, and the people inside were even more panicked.

"What's going on, what's going on in the city? Gentlemen, do you know what's going on?" John really couldn't help but mustered up the courage to ask the neatly dressed city people in the car.

"...I don't know." A young man wearing a restaurant waiter's uniform under his coat whispered, "I just went to work as usual... I walked to St. Joseph Avenue and was arrested like everyone else. "

"I'm a buyer from a leather workshop." Another middle-aged man who was also wearing a long-sleeved jacket said with a wry smile, "Damn it, I thought I'd met a robber...it turned out to be the superintendent of the city who was more terrifying than a robber. "

Saying this, no one in the car would question it.

For people who run around on the streets to make a living, no matter whether they are part-time jobs, stable jobs, or even small workshop owners or small shop owners with certain assets, no one is willing to deal with the city police superintendent - compared to street gangs. It’s okay to be more greedy and mistreat people than street gangs. At least the gangs won’t kill you, but the city police superintendent will.

In the unbearable silence, the carriage finally stopped.

The car door was opened, and a city policeman held a big iron lock with an iron chain, yelling and cursing the slackers in the car to get out of the car.

John and his friends helped each other out of the carriage, and were surprised to find that...they had been sent to the west gate.

The square inside the West City Gate was also a market area when the Mule and Horse Market opened. Every summer and autumn, John and his friends would go to the wild outside the slums to collect wild fruits and nuts, and save them until the market. From time to time, I bring it over and sell it, so I'm not too familiar with this area.

When John and his companions were scolded to gather at the side of the square near the city wall, he found that there were many square-headed carriages parked around the square, and twenty or thirty young and middle-aged men were locked in each carriage. , were also driven off the carriage and gathered in the same direction.

Under the city wall, at least a thousand people were already sitting or standing waiting.

Although there are not many city policemen guarding them, these people are very quiet and obedient...John guessed that the reason should be the dozen or so people who were tied up and hung in mid-air on the city wall behind the crowd—he himself saw those When I was human, my legs were so frightened that my legs went limp.

John and the others were brought to the edge of the crowd, and the city police with big waists and rounded eyes warned them not to walk around and talk indiscriminately, pointing to the row of people hanging by ropes on the city wall and threatening that they would end up like that if they didn't obey.

The ready-made examples are very effective, and coupled with the superintendent's "prestige abroad", none of the people in John's car dared to take risks, and they sat down safely.

Filled with fear, John and his three friends huddled tightly together, watching more and more people being forcibly brought to the square under the city wall...

When the sky darkened, John couldn't figure out how many people had been brought here. He just had to straighten up a little, and when he looked up, there were dense crowds of heads.

On the other side of the square, a bonfire was lit and a cauldron was set up. Some people from the city hall brought a wagon by wagon of potatoes and threw them into the pot to boil.

John got two greasy, unsalted potatoes, which the city hall man with the pot threw into the crowd to be picked up by himself; the city police with long knives watched over them If anyone dares to stand up and fight for it, these city policemen will slam their scabbards at them.

Two potatoes can't fill the stomach of a young and middle-aged man. Fortunately, the poor in this world are used to starvation... Even Sanji, who has a big appetite, will not say that he can't hold on.

It's just that the night in late autumn is indeed a bit chilly, and the people who are forced to stay in this open-air square have to cuddle up to each other to sleep.

In the middle of the night, John, who was dozing off in a daze, heard someone wailing emotionally. He opened his eyes and saw several city police rushing into the crowd, lifting a man whose face could not be clearly seen, and dragging him out of the crowd, yelling and cursing at the same time. While kicking and beating, he tied the man's hands and waist with a rope and dragged him towards the city wall...

John's scalp was numb, his face was pale, and he tried his best to cover his little friend Sanji who was almost crying.

Sanji's terrified tears fell on the back of John's hand, and John, who was also terrified himself, forced himself to comfort him in a low voice: "Don't make a sound, bear with it... just get over it, get over it."

After struggling until dawn, the people from the city hall came to distribute potatoes to them again.

While John was gnawing on potatoes to vent his anger, he saw several very luxurious carriages driving on the road in front of the square, and many people in armor supported the people who got out of the carriages and walked towards the city wall.

There were too many people yelling and hugging. John couldn't see who was being supported, but only vaguely saw a small piece of golden clothes.

John suddenly hated gold.

He stared at the looming golden cloth in the thick crowd, and he already vaguely understood in his heart that the extremely difficult night that the people in this square were forced to spend was all because of this small piece of golden clothes. .

What's outside the west gate?There is Westham's army of undead, and everyone in the city knows about it.

Yesterday, the army of noble gentlemen was defeated by Westham's undead army, and everyone in the city knew about it.

So many people were driven to gather in the square inside the West City Gate, and these people were all young and middle-aged men... Even a young man from a slum like John, who has never gone to school and has no vision, can guess what's going on— —The armies of noble gentlemen are no good, so let them go.

This kind of thing is a semi-open secret among the low-level people who have been farmers. Whose ancestors did not have so few elders who were taken away by the nobles and never returned?

John shoved the last bit of skinned potato into his mouth resentfully.

It is absolutely impossible for him to work for this kind of guys who don't treat them as human beings at all, let alone Mr. Button and the others on the opposite side!

"Listen to me, Sanji, Tommy, Bobby." John let the friends get closer to him, lowered his voice, and said in a low voice, "No matter what they ask us to do later, we will do it, don't resist …Let’s go out of the city gate, stay away from those who will hit us casually, and run to the opposite side with all our strength!”

Sanji, Tommy, and Bobby are all children from poor families who have to take on family responsibilities from a very young age. They are not stupid, and they all nodded vigorously.

Opposite is Mr. Button, of course they will not be afraid - how kind Mr. Button is to them, so that he will not hurt them!

After a while, hundreds of people in armor and on horseback came to the square.

Horn, the head of the city defense army, reined in his horse, glanced sideways at the densely packed local youths in the square under the city wall, and turned his face away again.

Horn has no hope of winning this battle. Since Mr. Gould hopes to create some unmanageable mess for that illegitimate son of Charlie Rex in the end...then he will try his best to cooperate, which is also regarded as a good relationship with him. Mr. Gould has an explanation for his friendship for so many years.

He has already seized the time to send all the young people of the Horn family out of the city and to Newing Town overnight. Even if he himself has fallen in this power transfer, at least the next generation of the Horn family can start all over again.

In this second battle, the city defense army no longer served as the main force for the charge, but instead acted as a supervisor—Adela III knew very well that the Bartleis family had gone to another family's territory, and if he did not have sufficient force at hand, he would be on someone else's board Meat, he has to keep the troops on hand.

Under the watchful eyes of the city superintendent and the city defense army, the young and strong who had been sitting under the city wall all night were called up and led out of the city gate in batches.

At this moment, some of the people in the crowd who could not imagine being forced into the army had to accept the reality. Many people lost control of their emotions, or yelled or cried loudly.

No country in this world can truly maintain a long-term stable peace. Even the Rhine Kingdom, which is inland and does not have too many international interests, will have a territorial war somewhere every few years.

As long as there is war, people will die... All unrealistic romantic fantasies about war will only appear in the minds of those who have never been exposed to war and do not understand war at all.

No matter how much these low-level people resist, it is impossible to confront the sharply armored city defense army and the city police superintendent who never knows how to be soft when fighting. Obey the arrangements and leave the city in an orderly manner.

When they left the safe city wall, the "weapon" they received was only a sharpened wooden pole, not even covered with iron sheet - the Bartleis family originally sent these people to die and let Rex Of course, it is impossible to provide decent weapons with the blood of the locals on their hands.

When John went out of the city in batches, he was separated from his friends. Because he had been doing hard work all year round, although he was dark and thin, he was taller and his physique was barely strong, so he was arranged in the first batch.

John suppressed the fear in his heart, and received the "weapon" meekly like the others, and followed the crowd out of the city under the scolding of the city police, and was arranged at the front.

From a distance of several hundred meters, John saw... There were already many undead moving in front of the Westham camp opposite.

John, who only had the word "surrender" in his heart and didn't want to fight at all, began to sweat with his hands holding the sharpened wooden pole.

"It's okay...it's okay...the undead are not scary...they will still help us..."

John, whose legs were trembling uncontrollably, repeatedly comforted himself.

It also takes a long time for nearly ten thousand people to line up to receive "weapons" and go out of the city.

During the nervous waiting, John, who was placed at the front, heard everyone around him sobbing softly.

"Don't be afraid—" John wanted to comfort the people around him, trying to persuade them to surrender with him, but when he really spoke, he found that his voice was as thin as a mosquito, not as loud as the sobbing of the man behind him .

John wanted to swallow, but he found that his mouth was dry and there was no moisture in his mouth. The mucous membrane at the mouth of his throat was stuck by his tongue, which made his whole mouth hurt.

it doesn't matter... it doesn't matter...

John could only repeat to himself in his heart.

When the sweat from the roots of John's hair slid out of the ditch on his dark face, the young people who were forcibly conscripted finally finished their lineup.

John kept his movements as low as possible, and carefully turned his head to take a sneak peek... He found that the city superintendent and the city defense army had drawn their swords and soldiers, arrayed behind the crowd, staring at them fiercely.

"Listen up, you are only allowed to move forward, not to retreat!" A city police officer with a loud voice yelled, waving a long knife with a cold light, "Who dares to take half a step back, his head will fall to the ground!"

"rush!"

The overly tense nerves prevented John from responding to the order for a while, until the people behind bumped into him, and he half pushed and half ran.

After running numbly for tens of meters, John regained his sanity a little bit.

He looked back again and confirmed that those "war supervisors" were only blocking the city gate and did not charge along with the young men. He immediately threw away the sharp wooden pole in his hand without hesitation, raised his hands, and rushed forward at full speed. Running in the direction of the Westem camp, he shouted with all the strength he had accumulated for a long time: "Don't kill me, I surrender—! I surrender—!"