Chapter 113: The sorrow of the little man

The fighting in the city continues.
The turbulent offensive of the three major legions of Folstein caused the Sherlo soldiers who were defending the city to mess up their positions. After losing the gates one after another, except for a few soldiers who chose to fight deadly, the rest of the soldiers fled into the city and started a street battle with the Forstan soldiers.
"Come on, hurry!" Miller hurriedly called out to Orne behind him.
Although Orne was not low and had a lot of strength, he just couldn't run fast. Miller has slowed down a lot, and Orne still can't keep up with him.
"Come on!" Miller couldn't bear it any more and stepped forward to grab Orne and drag her to the city. At the moment, there were countless such Charlotte soldiers beside them, all running towards the inside of the city. Behind them, there is the orderly and approaching army of Forstan.
If it wasn't for the Forstians before they attacked the city, Orn pushed Miller and let him escape a cold arrow before Miller didn't want to control the life and death of this big guy.
Miller has lived in the city of Otis for more than 20 years. Every alley remembers it clearly. Although the speed of pulling Aoun dropped a lot, but after turning around, he still remained with the rest of the Shirlow soldiers and behind him. The Forstin soldier pulled a big cut.
Miller did not take it lightly and continued to run for a long time before stopping to rest.
Holding their knees, the two were breathing. This was a spacious street entrance. In the past, there were people coming and going on both sides of the street. There were various shops, small bargains, and bargaining noises from customers.
But at this time, there was only a closed door, and the door was empty.
"Where are we going?" Orn asked muffledly. He has never been a person of opinion, and always likes to listen to the opinions of others.
Miller gave him a white glance, "Of course it's back to each house, would you still want to go to the Fosters to desperately?" Miller took the time to take a look back and found that the Foster soldiers were just encircling them these Shire Luo Shoujun has no intrusion on the residential houses in the city.
The Sherro nobles have always spread the arrogance and cruelty of the Folstein soldiers. But from the scene just now, Miller felt that this was not the case, and those nobles might be intimidating them.
"But the nobles said that the Forstin would kill us all." Orne continued.
"Kill kill." Miller said carelessly. "Anyway, he will die sooner or later. The Charlotte's army has already lost. I was with my family who wanted to be with my family before death." Miller remembered his two lovely Children and that beautiful wife.
The food hidden in the chest also radiated a slight heat. This was just picked up in the afternoon and was brought back to the family to eat.
This is the sorrow of the little man. Miller is powerless to fight and can only choose the judgment of fate.
Miller rested, straightening his waist and going to leave, he found Orn still standing still.
"Go! Do you want to stay and bury the nobles?" Miller asked puzzled. After this period of time, the shouting and killing sound came closer, and we must leave here quickly.
"I, I don't have a home." Orne said, lowering his head. The big man, who was 1.8 meters tall, choked with tears in his eyes.
"What about your family?" Miller just asked this sentence and wanted to slap himself. The obvious Northland accent from Orne, and his current remarks, apparently fled from the north.
"It's all dead." Orne replied. The honest words left Miller in a heart. He still has a wife and children, but Orn is alone.
Seeing that Orne was still in place, Miller was about to leave, and let go of his feet. Orne is, strictly speaking, Miller's life-saving benefactor. Although Miller was only a pub tavern, he was also serious.
"Follow me first!" Without a word, Miller stepped forward and grabbed Orne's arm...
"Where are we?" Kristin asked Rafi around him curiously. Although it was the little princess of the Marquis family, Kristin had grown up so little and hadn't visited the city of Odys. She was very new to Odyssey.
"This should be the southwestern part of the city," Rafi replied. She had been trained as a maid since she was a child. When she was a child, she followed the maidservant, grandma and others to purchase in various places in Otis. The familiarity with Otis City is no worse than that of the elderly who have lived in the city for decades.
When Locke took them into the city, he walked through the West Gate. Locke’s idea was that, taking advantage of the war, he would first send the three Grace girls out, preferably directly to Henry of the rear quarters camp caravan, and then he Come back to find troops.
At this time, it was late at night, but the city of Otis was a little brightly lit, and even smoke came from the air, which should be on fire.
The Locke four were wearing the military uniforms of Forstin soldiers outside and walking around the city on horseback. Torches and flint were also placed in the saddle, but Locke would not let it light.
The four of them should not be exposed, otherwise it will not be easy to solve whether they meet the Sherlo residual army or the Forstan army.
"It's close to the West Gate." Grace said, because they could already hear the voice of the Shirlow remnants and the soldiers of Forstan.
"Damn it!" Locke had tried his best to avoid the main attack line, but he didn't expect to hit the war zone.
"Can't go like this! It's not easy for other soldiers to find the three of you." Locke said. He was just a squadron leader. He was only a little famous in the Second Corps of the Eagle Corps, but there were three major regiments outside. Yu Zhibing, so many soldiers, who knew him Locke.
The costumes of Grace's three daughters have problems at first glance, so I can't help asking. "Should we find a civilian house to hide first?" Grace suggested.
After thinking for a while, Locke nodded and agreed, "OK! You must hide first. Tomorrow the war is over, I will find a way to send you out."
His eyes glanced at the surrounding area, and Lock led the ride to one of them.
Locke, the low-ranking servant, felt that there were three weak breaths in the room, so weak, only women and children. Locke prefers to place Grace's third daughter in a low-risk place.
This is a house with a closed door, low roof and broken wall, telling people who see it that it is a civilian house.
As he walked to the door, Locke was too lazy to speak, kicking the closed door with one foot, and a small piece of wood stuck to the door snapped into two ends.
Locke didn't want to be so rude, but the time was urgent. He didn't know if the family was good to talk, so he didn't care too much.
"Come in!" Locke shouted towards the three girls behind him.
When the four people entered the door, Locke saw what he saw in front of him, first of all came a sense of self-blame. Standing in front of him was a skinny woman, with two equally skinny children behind her.
The woman full of holes and patches and her two children told Locke and his family that the family hadn’t looked very good.
The woman looked at Locke in horror, apparently recognizing the military uniform they were wearing. The two children opened their curious eyes and stared at the stranger who appeared suddenly.
Suddenly Locke didn't know what to say to appease the family. He just broke through the family's door.
"We have no intention of offending, just stay here for one night and leave." At the critical moment, Grace stood up and said to the frightened mother and child in good faith.
Grace’s pure Wang Du accent and elegant statement obviously lowered the woman’s vigilance. Little girl Christine watched the two children behind the woman licking their fingers. They looked so thin that they couldn’t bear it. A piece of white bread was pulled out somewhere and handed to the two children. "Come, my sister gives you delicious food." Kristen has also been a sister for a day.
When the two children saw it, their eyes lit up, and they grabbed the bread from Christine's hand with their open hands--
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