"It's snowing..."

Soderland Warren, a soldier of the Third Regiment of the First Division of the Military Reclamation Army, stood on the martial arts field of the First Regiment and looked up at the sky. Although it was noon, the gloomy sky made the light dim as if in the evening. Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky, swaying, floating past Soderland, landing on the shoulders of his front row soldiers, on the brim of his own hat, and on the yellow-brown ground.

I don't know how he is doing...

The time to stand in the military posture is long and painful, and standing in the cold winter is an almost unbearable torment. However, for Soderland, who has been reborn, this coldness and hardship are far less than the pain he experienced when he was a serf. Therefore, like most of his teammates, Soderland is experiencing and persevering in the hardship he has given and endured now.

The memory of Cassie Lonagan from the Third Republic of Vern was somewhat blurred a month ago, but Soderland still remembered that person. He claimed to be the leader of a revolutionary team and came to Alena not for the land, but for advice. How can we bring a revolutionary team to the same way as Alena?

"Still a moment!"

The company commander's voice came from the front row, and Soderan subconsciously followed the company commander's order and moved his footsteps, but shook it a few times and almost fell. Standing in a long position made his feet and calves seem to have changed their masters and were out of control.

One after another, the comrades in the queue changed from standing attentive to rest. However, this was not the end of today's queue training. After an hour of military training, there was also an equally boring and hard-working queue marching. Soderan didn't know what these training had to do with killing the enemy on the battlefield, but he trusted Elena and admired Gastenth. When his company commander told him that these training modes were proposed by Gastenth, combined with the previous old military training mode, Soderan threw away all the doubts in his heart, showed his tenacity to not give up without hitting the wall, and carried out all the training one by one.

"Okay, take a break..."

After a few minutes of rest, the company commander's order came over, and the entire team collapsed in an instant. The soldiers ran to the pyroxene heating point not far away, clapped their hands and stamped their feet, and chatted in a low voice. Soderan stayed in the same place for a while, moved his toes, and followed him to the heating point and squatted down.

"Hey, how about it, are you still used to it?"

Company instructor Bruner Warren squatted down beside Sortland and handed him a rough cigarette. Sortland looked at Bruner gratefully, took the cigarette and pyroxene, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

"I heard that you first wanted to be a new farmer in Diego City, with four acres of land and a half percent tax. It was very comfortable. Why did you remember to come to our Military Reclamation Corps again?"

As the instructor of the company, Bruner must pay attention to understanding the thoughts of everyone in the company and the mental state of everyone in the company. His main way to obtain information is to chat. At the same time, for Soderland, Bruner Warren, a survivor of the Elena Defense War, is his idol, and he likes to chat with this hero who personally experienced that battle.

"I have four brothers, two older brothers and one younger brother." When talking about his motivation to join the military reclamation, Soderland's voice became heavier. "Let's be serfs for the Great Landlord Hutt and be with our parents. The Great Landlord Hutt is a very powerful master. He has more than two hundred serfs under his command. Our family is just a few insignificant livestock under his command..."

Seeing Sodland begin to tell, Bruner lit a cigarette for himself and heard it. The snow in the sky was still falling one after another, making the air around him colder. He shrank his shoulders and leaned against Sodland.

"Master Hutt is very powerful and fierce, and he never has a good face to us. If any serf is lazy or does something bad, his supervisor will always have more than a dozen whips. If the serf beats too much, the serf can't stand it and will be beaten to death. My elder brother will be beaten to death."

"These fucking exploitative classes!"

Bruner cursed, the anger in his tone came from sincerity. Like Sortland, he was also a serf, so he naturally knew how inferior to pigs and dogs in his life.

"Later, we heard about Elena and President Gastenth. The Great Landlord Hutt did not let us talk about Elena, nor did we talk about Gastenth, and communism. But even so, when we knew that there was such a place that could give us the identity of serfs and free people, and even give us land, and look at us like a person, we all thought we had heard it wrong. How could there be such a good place in this world?"

"I didn't believe it at the time..."

"Later, we decided to run away, and we would run away even if we were desperately trying. At that time, everyone was talking about running. As long as we ran to Ailena, we would no longer have to be enslaved, ordered like dogs, and killed like beasts. Although the supervisors were so powerful, we all decided to run away. Although Hurt was so powerful, he didn't expect that all of us wanted to run away. That night, we killed his supervisor, burned his house, and then a group of people ran towards Ailena..."

"It's burned well! These exploiting classes! How many lives do we serf brothers have been trapped in our hands! It's not a pity to die!"

"...While we ran, we were discovered what we did, the police began to chase us and hit us with steam rifles. My brother and my brother were separated. I met Lonagan, the foreigner, and walked with him for a while and then crossed the blockade. The reason why I wanted to stay in Diego was to wait for my brothers as soon as possible."

"But not everyone will walk from Diego. There are three big cities on the border between Enspan and Ankenrien. Could your brother and brother go elsewhere?"

"I know, they'll go to Diego because it's been recently!"

Soderan's tone was very certain. He took a deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, sucked the last smoke into his lungs, let out a long breath before continuing.

"I waited for half a month in Diego, and even followed those soldiers to pick up people in the middle of the night. I picked them up seven or eight times, and I couldn't pick them up every time, and I was very disappointed every time. Just when I thought I might have picked them up the wrong place and my brothers might have taken other roads, I saw my brother, my brother and my brother running towards us in the darkness and moonlight..."

"Then what……"

Bruner heard the unknown in Soderland's tone. He guessed the ending, but he still couldn't help asking.

"Then they were killed by the crossbow arrows shot by the enemy."

Sortland pressed the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stood up.

"Then, I wanted to kill people. I wanted to kill those who oppress us and exploit us. And as farmers, there is no way to kill people. I want to join the army, but your army does not collect the newly fled farmers, so I signed up for the Military Reclamation Legion. I know that the food grown by the Military Reclamation Legion is paid in addition to the food rations, and I also know that the Military Reclamation Legion is not as comfortable and free as a new farmer. But the Military Reclamation Legion is also a soldier. When fighting, when needed, it will also go to the front line. I want to avenge my brother and younger brother. I want to kill those people, those executioners, and the dead nobles! I want to kill them, and the only way to kill them is to join your army!"

Bruner stood up and patted the snowflakes on Soderland's shoulder, "It's our army now."

He carefully and meticulously patted the snowflakes on Soderland's shoulder before turning around and leaving. When he walked, he still said something.

"Don't worry, your revenge will definitely be avenged!"

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Because the late winter is approaching and the temperature is getting lower and lower, the agricultural work and infrastructure work of the Military Reclamation Corps have almost stopped. In addition to the infrastructure team in the dormitory of the Construction Corps, which is still working against the cold, the other soldiers of the Legion devoted all their time to military training. According to the plan of Eilena's senior management, the Military Reclamation Corps is Eilena's second-line military force, which grows grain in his spare time to enrich the public treasury and goes to wartime. They are not like militias, and they are still civilians when they are not recruited. They are soldiers of the Workers' and Peasants' Revolutionary Army. They are soldiers of the Workers' and Peasants' Revolutionary Army.

Likewise, they are all military personnel, and the only difference is that they undertake a large part of the production tasks. At the same time, in order to improve the cohesion and combat effectiveness of the legion, Eilena's senior management also dispatched some old soldiers and teachers to establish a Corps night school to popularize communist ideas and improve the soldiers' knowledge and cultural level. Soderland finished a day of queue training and after a simple but sufficient supper, he came to the lecture hall in the regiment headquarters with everyone. Here, teachers teach them every day.

"...Exploitation is the act of some people or groups to possess the surplus labor and surplus products of those people or groups without or lacking means of production without compensation. Our Ankenrien serf system is a typical exploitation relationship..."

The teacher on the stage was very young, with a sparse beard on his lips and even a little fine fluff. Sortland heard that this gentleman was a student of Roswell University and came to join the revolutionary ranks. Sortland did not despise the young gentleman at all, but respected him very much. When he first had the idea of ​​escaping from the Great Landlord of Hutt and fleeing to Elena, what he wanted was nothing more than a person's identity and the four acres of land. To put it bluntly, it was a happy life of a self-cultivated farmer. But when he came to Elena, saw the scene here, heard the communist theory, realized the class he was in and what Elena wanted to do, some more and deeper things were sprouting in his thoughts.

The young teacher's class lasted for two hours, which sounded very long, but it was very short. It seemed that after a while, the teacher's class was over, and many soldiers rushed up to ask questions. Soderland was introverted and did not dare to ask questions, and was reluctant to leave. So he squeezed around the teacher, listening to other people's questions, listening to the teacher's answers, and thinking in his heart. It was not until half past nine and the first time that he and his companions returned to the dormitory.

"It's great to be here at Ailena..."

"That's not. You don't know. I heard that the border has been investigated more and more severely, and more and more people are beaten to death, and fewer and fewer people can run over..."

"I want me to tell you, isn't Chairman Gastenth a great magician? He rushed over and killed the emperor, wouldn't he be liberated by the entire Ankenry?"

"The Chairman did not say that he was a great magician. He could only use magic once to save Ailena, but he could never let it go..."

"That's not necessarily the case, I'll tell you..."

The dormitory of the Military Reclamation Corps was very nervous. Ankenry was cold in winter, and the dormitory was full of large bunk beds and pyroxene earthen kangs. There were more than ten people living in it. Although the horn had sounded the second time, the people in the same company were still not sleepy. Everyone was discussing the compatriots outside Elena. They felt lucky because they were a member of Elena, and were also angry because those compatriots were still exploited and enslaved by the landlord class. However, after discussing and discussing, they found that they did not seem to be able to do much. After all, given the public situation of Elena now, they did not have the power to liberate Ankenry because of all the serf class.

Gradually, the discussion in the dormitory became quieter and silent. The day of training was very exhausted, and everyone fell asleep one by one. As for Soderland, the questions, theories, and scenes of his brothers dying in front of him.

Why, we can't save them?

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"You ask why we can't save them?"

During the training the next day, Soderland found the instructor Bruner Warren and asked his own question. Bruner looked at him and patted him on the shoulder very hard.

"We cannot save them now because our army is not ready, our land has not been reclaimed, we do not have enough food, and we have not recovered from the last battle. We want to save them, not now. We need time, time to strengthen ourselves, and time to have strength-"

"But they can't wait that long," Soderland struggled and hesitated in his tone, "My brothers, my brothers, those serfs like us, are slaughtered on the border every day, but our soldiers can only stand there and watch! Watch them being slaughtered! I know we don't have the strength to fight now, but do we really have to watch them being slaughtered like this? Watching them being killed one by one? They are all our brothers!!!"

Bruner was silent. He clenched his fists, as if he wanted to say something. After hesitating for a long time, he finally turned into a long sigh. He took out the tobacco, rolled a cigarette for himself, rolled a cigarette for Soderan, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance.
Chapter completed!