‘Please always keep a skeptical heart, because what is recorded in the text is not necessarily true’

——Such as Brad Reid, a sage from ancient times, said.

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There was no cloud in the white and blue sky. The great, holy Lord of Light, the source of life, is also the highest, the only god above the gods, the golden body of the Lord of the gods, "Mu", hung high in the sky, and the blazing light happily burned the earth.

The small square made of sand and gravel was hot by the sun, and a wave of heat rose from the ground, the air was twisting and jumping, and all the scenes seen in front of you were also distorted, dancing wildly.

To the north of the small square, there were wood and stone structures, under the long barracks on both upper and lower floors, dozens of sweaty artillery soldiers were shirtless, carefully wiping over a dozen field cannons that were kept greasy and greasy.

The thick walls made of stones protected the huge military camp. Outside the gate to the south, there were musketeers in just over two hundred and a considerable number of auxiliary soldiers, wearing iron-gray summer hemp uniforms, and encircling the boss a piece of open space.

On the left side of the camp gate, under a huge old oak tree, her upper body was also exposed, and her sweaty Gorkin sat on a big rock, gritting her teeth hard, her cheeks were bulging, and she looked at the small square table in front of her with a little melancholy.

On the square table, there is a piece of white paper, which is a military letter paper customized by the Imperial Military Department. It has excellent quality, white, shaved and has a very textured texture.

Above the white paper, there is a Hydra shield-patterned badge representing the Imperial Army. Below the military emblem is a line of thin iron-gray small characters - 'Care is truth, and range is justice'!

Several lines of sloppy black handwriting were deeply embedded in the letter paper. The person who wrote the letter was so hard that there were shallow traces left on the square table under the letter paper.

‘Dear Mom, Dear Father:’

‘Half a month ago, we had left the Shiva Valley, and now I am leading a team to be stationed in Little Rock City in Lanyin Corridor.’

‘Yes, we have recovered the Lanyin Corridor. This is the old land of the empire, and the people here are simple and honest…’

Outside the gate of the military camp, in the open space surrounded by soldiers, thirty gallows with evil spirits were neatly lined up, and dozens of big and round soldiers were forcibly pushing the thirty men in ragged clothes and covered in blood onto the gallows.

A military policeman, who was still dressed neatly under the scorching sun, was covered in water marks on the coat, standing on the wooden platform next to the gallows, holding a piece of wear-resistant parchment, and chanting hoarsely.

"In the name of the empire, according to the imperial wartime military law, we will hang the gang of gangs who acted boldly, stole, burned military supplies, poisoned the imperial soldiers under the water of the well, spread rumors, and provoked the riots, and all the bandits who hanged them!"

Thirty weak men struggled hard, constantly spitting out wonderful greetings derived from the great fusion of biological groups based on the blood fusion of biological groups, mixed with a large number of concepts that invert human ethics.

‘Bang’!

Thirty gallows shook at the same time, ropes stretched straight, and the sound of a broken neck was faintly heard in the air.

Gorkin looked at the twitching body on the gallows in a melancholy, sighed, grabbed the dipping pen, gritted his teeth, and quickly scratched the lines on the letter paper.

‘Of course, the girls in Little Rock City are even more enthusiastic. Especially for the Imperial soldiers, their attitude is fanatical.’

After pondering for a moment, Gorkin looked at the street opposite the gallows and carefully added a line of words to the letter paper.

‘Fever, oh, fanatical girls are so cute. But what can we do because of the Imperial Military Law?’

Dozens of thin and shriveled women wearing headscarves and dresses screamed, rushing to the imperial soldiers guarding the gallows. The burly and strong musketeers raised the flintlock rifle in their hands in a bit embarrassed, barely stymied to hold these "crazy" women.

The women's sharp nails mercilessly grabbed the soldiers' faces, and several soldiers had already been scratched with deep blood marks.

The new flintlock rifle in their hands can knock these unpreventive women to the ground with just a light tap of their fingers. However, the soldiers were just embarrassed and passively defending. Nearly a hundred of the most elite new musketeers in the empire were forced to retreat step by step by step by dozens of women.

The woman is roaring and yelling.

"Executioner, return my little Hans."

"Imperial Dog, Little Match is wronged!"

"You butchers, get out of our little rock city."

"The Lanyin Corridor does not welcome the Imperial Dogs, leave our land!"

"The smelly Hydra, go back to your rotten swamp!"

Dozens of auxiliary soldiers rushed up with shields to assist the messy musketeers and block these crazy women.

But under the impact of the women, their defense line seemed so precarious.

Behind these women, on the street in front of the military camp, nearly a thousand residents of Xiaoshi City were standing in black, basically men. These men looked at the gallows with gloomy eyes and the Grey Squirrel swinging on the gallows.

‘Anyway, this is a wonderful city. Life here is even a bit too comfortable. I even have free time to go fishing, hunting, and relax.’

Gorkin whistled and spun the dipping pen around his fingertips. In his deep eyes, two dark eyes suddenly condensed.

Less than thirty steps away from the military camp gate, just across the street, in the attic of a three-story building, a "bang" suddenly came from behind the blinds. A long arrow made a sharp roar, like a poisonous snake, piercing Gorkin's chest.

Gorkin raised his left hand suddenly, and five fingers that looked like iron bars hardly grabbed the speeding arrow.

The next moment, Gorkin had already crossed the street, jumped up, smashed the blinds, and broke into the attic. His speed was so fast that the residents of Little Rock City on the street only saw a translucent figure flashing by.

After a muffled sound, a thin figure spitted blood, flew out of the shattered blinds, and fell heavily on the street. A small group of soldiers ran over and quickly tied him firmly with ropes.

The residents of Xiaoshicheng City on the street began to stir up, and many young people mixed in the crowd subconsciously reached into their pockets or sleeves.

Inside the gate of the military camp, a row of six field artillery was pushed out.

The commotion quickly subsided, but in the eyes of the residents of the Little Rock City, the gloom like wildfire became more and more intense.

While the thin figure flying out of the attic was still struggling, Gorkin had already sat back on the big rock, as if he hadn't moved at all, holding the dipping pen tightly and looking at the letter paper in front of him in melancholy.

‘Except for the rations brought by the military headquarters, the taste is a bit worse, life in Little Rock City is so comfortable, there is nothing to be picky about.’

‘So, my dear mother, dear father, can I give me a little surprise when I receive my next letter?’

‘Well, if possible, I’ll bring me two buckets of coffee beans from the Black Continent. I can no longer tolerate the water from the military department.’

‘I know smoking is not a good habit, but I would be happy if I could receive two small boxes of hawa cigars.’

‘Also, the gin purchased by the military is like poison. Every time I force myself to pour that terrible liquid, I feel like I’m committing suicide. For my health, I feel that if I could have a few buckets of gold medal rum, I would feel the warmth of my family and the passionate love of my parents.’

‘And, sausages, yes, I miss the homemade sausages. Blood sausages, sauerkraut sausages, cheese sausages, curry sausages, mustard sausages… The great 'mu' is on, I'm already drooling.’

‘Little Rock is a good place, but in the years since they left the Empire, they were influenced by the Highlanders, who abandoned the empire’s cuisine tradition, and they now only have the same terrible dish, that is, boiled meat in white water.’

‘I miss the homemade sausages at home, so, my dear mom, send me some sausages. Because there will be many shameless people who will take off a few when passing by my office, so please send more.’

‘Dear mother, I still miss the fried pork elbow elbow, smoked sheep head, roasted lamb liver, braised beef hoof, dry beef tongue, corned beef tripe, dried shark, whale skin, ray fin, fried fish balls, all kinds of oil-soaked fresh fish, small conch, small sea shells, etc. You are such a magical food master, please send me all the delicious food you have.’

‘Dear Father, if you can, please send me some old yeast from home, as well as some top hops and malts. The weather is hot and the beer is not resistant to transportation. The military canceled the beer items in the logistics supply list. Little Rock actually discarded the empire beer tradition. In the whole Little Rock, there was no drop of beer! There was no drop of beer! What a terrible thing!’

‘My brothers, I have been thirsty all these days. I think it is the duty and virtue of a chief official to brew some beer to relieve their homesickness.’

‘As an Imperial soldier, it is undoubtedly shameful and inhumane to have no beer meals.’

Gorkin was writing a letter from home quickly.

The thin man who was beaten to the ground by him and vomited blood was violently pushed by a team of soldiers to the gate of the military camp.

The thin man struggled hard, staring at Gorkin with his eyes as tight as a wolf: "Imperial lackey, butcher Gorkin, you are dead, dead. All the imperial dogs entering the Lanyin corridor will die here. Brother will not let you go, brother will not let you go!"

Gorkin raised his head and looked at the man in a melancholy manner: "Brother? Then, you are just a minion? The minion is worthless. Help him fly a kite!"

After a few breaths, amid the hysterical insults of those women, there was another "bang" sound on the gallows.

With a sigh, Gorkin continued to write a letter to his home.

‘Maybe the bait I used was not good. During my writing, I just caught a worthless small fish and was very disappointed. But it doesn’t matter, there are many big fish in Xiaoshicheng.’

‘Okay, please send the above delicious food, my dear mother quickly. I really miss the delicious food I could enjoy at home every day before joining the army. The great ‘Mu’, next time the empire increases military time, can we spend more on the logistics of the ‘army’?’

‘Look at the navies in Tulum Port...they are useless to the empire, but they have wasted so much military spending!’

‘Above, I wish my mother and father good health and safety.’

‘By the way, say hello to my younger brothers and sisters. Tifa, Weima, I miss them a little bit.’

‘Especially say hello to ‘Jo’, he should have graduated, right? Say it to him for me, and next time I see the doggy kids from the Wells family, and I will break their legs with my one."
Chapter completed!