Chapter 1398: Diary of Occupied Area

The city of Diekirch is the capital of the Diekirch region. Before the outbreak of the war, it originally belonged to the Kingdom of Rutherland. m A country that is not well-known on the mainland.
According to universal values ​​that apply everywhere, such a small and weak country must be annexed by others, but there is not much oil and water here.
The country is densely covered with hills and rocks. There is little land suitable for farming and it is very precious. It can be described as a patch of poor mountains and bad waters.
Of course, people live in poor mountains and bad waters.
Diekirch’s folk style is extremely tough.
Due to the harsh natural environment, there is little work for the Diekirch people except for herding sheep. But as long as people live, they have to eat and live.
In order to profit enough food and space for survival from the limited resources, this place is full of the law of the forest where the weak can eat the strong.
In the constant competition and elimination, in order to survive, there is only unscrupulous means.
Therefore, the blood of the herdsmen who graze sheep is full of the cruelty of the wolf.
When it was all right, everyone gathered a group of people to do cheap business, or went to work with people in the promising career of mercenaries.
These brave herders often drew their swords when they didn't agree with each other, splashing blood in five steps.
The most famous is the scimitar of the Diekirch region.
Although it is made with extremely primitive earthen methods, it is extremely sharp. Top-heavy, with a thick back and thin blade, like a dog leg, very suitable for hand-to-hand hacking.
It is said that as long as one knife goes down, a person's head can be chopped off easily.
The entire Diekirch region is like these fierce shepherds, full of violence, chaos, and disorder.
The control of the nobles was limited to the small plain in the city of Diekirch. As for leaving the city, even the king's order will not work.
The Diekirch shepherd, full of liberal spirit, would never pay a penny of tax to the nobles. Annoy them. If you can't, you will sneak into the noble master's house and pick up a few scoops or something.
But since the Semites arrived here, everything has changed.
The noble master of Diekirch fled in a hurry like his was on fire.
The Dirkish people who stayed didn't take this seriously. They didn't think it was a big deal to change individuals in the City Lord's Mansion.
The brave and hardworking people of Diekirch have been here for hundreds of years.
But the Semites quickly taught them a very vivid lesson. Let them know what is effective rule.
When these brave shepherds robbed a convoy of food and killed the entire team, the furious Semitic generals swept the entire Dikishi area.
The Semitic raised a sharp butcher knife to them. No questions about who they were, no questions about men, women, old or children, no questions about what they did, the heads of all those caught were cut off. Or hang on the eaves without letting go.
The good days are gone forever.
The heroes in the mountains can no longer hang around, they die. Flee to escape.
Those who survived know now. Although the scimitar they have always been proud of is sharp and convincing, the sword in the hands of the Semitic masters is more convincing.
They have to listen carefully to the words of the master of the Semi, otherwise an army will come over and kill the whole family cleanly, even the rat cubs in the house have to be taken out of the mouse hole and smashed.
The latter sentence was personally said by the Semitic general who led the massacre. Although the vast majority of Diekirch people doubted the veracity of that sentence, no one dared to try it personally.
They were all under the high pressure of the Semites, living honestly and tremblingly.
Whenever sitting on a hill with sheep and basking in the sun, the shepherd took off his sheepskin jacket, leaned back against the stone, while looking for lice, picked up the big one, stuffed them into his mouth, and snapped. He squinted his eyes and recalled the happy and beautiful life back then.
Then every day on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the sheep were driven into the city, enduring the heartache, picking out the best and fattest goat cake, and giving it to the Semitic masters as a tax.
For the Diekirch people full of liberalism, this is definitely their most humiliating moment, and this is the darkest moment in their history.
Due to the serious lack of resources, for them, every sheep, their lifeblood, is a necessity in their lives. One less one means that their wives and children will be hungry for ten and a half days. Sometimes, even a chance to survive.
But that Semitic is really too powerful, so powerful that they dare not look up.
Originally they thought that such a life would take a long time.
However, the Dickich people with a keen sense of smell suddenly discovered that since the arrival of the new year, the situation seems to be a little different.
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"Go away~!"
"Ah~!"
"..."
With waves of screams and screams, there were waves of jitters on the street.
Pedestrians on the street fled to either side in a panic, hid in a nearby alley, or got into a tavern.
The bustling street suddenly became quiet.
Only a few hawkers are still unsuccessful, reluctant to give up their belongings, crying and hurriedly sorting their things.
At this moment, I heard the sound of ‘quack quack’ military boots.
The citizens hiding in the Old Goat Tavern couldn't help but sink in their hearts.
Looking at the few hawkers who were too late to escape, and then at the army on the other side of the street that was rushing over by meteors, they all knew what was about to happen in the next scene.
But they were surprised to find that the Semi people just kicked the Dickish people who were in front of them, and didn't slap this guy hard as usual to make him remember. Or take out the knife and chop off the head directly.
The human beings behind them also bowed their heads and curled their necks, looking restless, far from the arrogance that foxes used to be in the past.
Seeing this group of people swaggering through the street, the people in the tavern almost all have hatred expressions on their faces, their eyes are fierce, and their eyes are fixed on the group of humans behind the Semi people.
The few people on the road were similarly aware, and turned to look around. The people in the tavern immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at them.
These human vassals looked at them contemptuously.
The headed "Bah". He spit out loudly on the ground and cursed loudly: "A bunch of eggless men."
To put it aside, the Shepherd Dickich had already drew his knife when he was so insulted.
Such people are now extinct.
Those who are not smart enough. Has been slaughtered by the Semites. The rest are all smart people.
Several human vassals snorted coldly, and then walked across the street with a triumphant expression.
When their news was on the corner of the street, the alcoholics who were almost lying on the table in the tavern raised their heads cautiously and looked far away.
It can't help that these people are not careful.
The Semites are extremely arrogant. As long as you look at a human being with an expression of dissatisfaction, they will be slaughtered in the street, and the conquerors don't care about the law. Their will is the law.
Looking at the place where the Semites and their human dog legs disappeared. An alcoholic slammed a dagger in his hand on the table, his eyes seemed to breathe fire, and he gritted his teeth and cut out a large piece of wood from the table.
The person next to him hurriedly stretched out his hand. Threw a tablecloth on top of the dagger. Then he looked around vigilantly-he was found to be hanged by a Semitic who was carrying a weapon.
Finding that no one was watching this side, he just got close to the person's ear and whispered: "Brother Robin, be careful of crowded eyes."
Robin patted his companion's hand, hid the dagger, and took a deep breath. Said: "I see."
He had just calmed down, when someone on the other side of the tavern suddenly shouted angrily: "That gangster, the stinky pig who sold his soul for fifty coppers. Sooner or later, we will catch them."
Someone hurriedly jumped up to cover the speaker's mouth, looked around nervously, and said with a guilty conscience: "He drank too much, talking nonsense, talking nonsense..."
Then he dragged the person away, and cursed as he walked: "You don't want to die. If you are accused by someone who hears it, you will be dead."
Several people hurriedly left the tavern. Robin looked at their backs with a cold snort and said, "Coward."
The owner of the tavern also shook his head and sighed.
Compared to the Semites, all the people here hate others more.
The human vassals that have just passed are not De Rossi, nor are they sent from the rear, but the out-and-out Dickish shepherds.
After the Semitic arrived, they immediately took refuge in the past and became their powerful dog-legged eagle dogs, helping them to slaughter their fellow villagers.
It is precisely because some people who are familiar with the local situation have raped and assisted, the Semitic seizures of disobedient Dikishi will go so well.
These gangsters are also engaged in business with no capital. Who is the local boss? There are caves where people can be hidden, and the small roads lead to them. They know it all.
At the same time, they also commit adultery and looting, and their hands are full of blood from their fellow villagers. Even more frantic than the Semitic.
The Semites also deliberately used humans to control humans, so they deliberately indulged them and rewarded them. All public executions were executed by them.
Diekirch’s heroes all have relatives and friends who died at the hands of this group of traitors.
Robin's family died at their hands and the Semites, watching them naturally breathe out fire.
"Arrogant? Haha, they won't be arrogant for a few days. They have their tails clipped." A person deep in the tavern whispered, "Death is not far away~!"
Robin and his hands looked at each other.
Immediately, he pushed the chair to stand up, sat opposite the person with the wine bottle, pushed the wine bottle over, and whispered: "Excuse me, this big brother has his surname and his name. Which road is the hero?"
"A hero dare not be a man, he is just a cart driver. The food on the wheel is buying and selling. My friends call me the old Mulla."
The self-proclaimed old Mulla squeezed an orchid bean and threw it into his mouth, chewing it crackling.
Robin squinted his eyes and looked at the other person carefully. It didn't matter if he looked at this guy's face, but his hands had thick calluses on the tiger's mouth. One pair of eyes looked a little cloudy, but occasionally a bright light flashed. The blade is as sharp.
He couldn't help but smiled slightly in his heart: This old Mulla is also a fellow.
The so-called car and boat shop foot ya should be killed if not guilty. Including the guy opposite.
It doesn't look amazing, it's just a driver for long-distance transportation. But in fact it is also a gangster.
When shipping the goods, he killed the owner at the first opportunity and robbed others of his belongings.
Hire his truck transporter and he will kill all the men. If there are women and children, they will be sold by him.
The method is also very simple. When walking on a mountain trail, just kick someone off the cliff with one foot. No one can find the dead body.
This kind of thing happens every day around Diekirch, and the locals know it, if you want to be safe. You can only pay some protection fees and go with the caravan.
Robin picked up the bottle and filled the glass of old Mulla, and said affectionately: "Brother Mulla, what news have you heard?"
The coachman wandered around. The news is the most informed.
Old Mulla grinned, showing disgusting yellow teeth, and lowered her voice. He whispered: "I'm not hiding it from you. Brother, I heard that the demons suffered a big defeat in the east, and even the leader of the army was killed."
With that, he stretched out his hand and stroked his neck gently, making a decapitating motion.
Robin was taken aback, with an expression of disbelief, and asked, "Really?"
The Semites were invincible along the way. No one can stop it.
There are rumors that this is a thousand-year fateful battle. Thousands of years ago, the Semites were defeated. Until now, Feng Shui takes turns, so they will always win the battle.
Even the weasels in the Nanshan Mountains vomit, saying: The Semites should rule the mainland for a thousand years.
Although I don't know the true or false, anyway, Dickich's ignorance bluffs behind the dead people for a while.
Moreover, the heroes of Diekirch have also fought against Semitic soldiers, they are not opponents at all, and they are beaten every time.
In their view, it is simply impossible to defeat the Semites.
Robin looked at the tabletop and muttered: "I didn't expect the Semi people to lose so soon."
Old Mulla picked up the wine glass and sucked it clean, then exhaled comfortably, and said: "Defeat them, but who...that...you know?"
With that, he stretched out his hand and compared it to a cross, and then sneakily pointed at the top of his head.
"Ah~!" Robin shook his hand holding the wine glass suddenly, and said: "Luo...Lord Lord Luo. It's no wonder..."
Everyone who is on the road knows: It’s good to rob anyone, just don’t rob the Feiying Group.
A person who didn’t care once did this, but two days later, he was blocked by the gate and shot off his head.
According to the large number of people present, the brains were scattered all over the floor like shattered tofu flowers.
That night, the aristocratic master in the city and his guards washed the idiot's camp aside, and took back the robbed things intact.
This was not over yet. After a few days, His Majesty the King sent an army to turn the whole Dickich over, and a group of heroes tossed around.
Everyone understands that the things of the Flying Eagle Group belong to the noble lords, and their gang of mud legs can't move. Although the heroes of Dickich are not the nobles, they dare not provoke the nobles.
A thief can never fight an official.
Even if they can assassinate a few little nobles, they are just a group of chaotic people compared with the noble groups that rule the kingdom.
"Lord Lorraine's people, we are about to call." Old Mulla poured a glass of wine higher than the glass, carefully picked it up, and poured it down again with a chuckle, saying: "They have a good day to live. Now, I might be afraid of that~!"
Robin touched the dagger in his arms through his clothes, the expression on his face uncertain.
Old Mulla seemed to have seen his thoughts and smiled and said: "I want to do it as soon as possible. Once the army arrives in a few days, you will have no chance."
Robin's eyes rolled, and while hesitating, there was a sudden noise in the street.
"Look, there is something in the sky."
"What's that stuff?"
"There is a house flying in the sky~!"
"..."
Hearing the excitement, the citizens immediately all ran out of their homes and stood on the street looking at the sky, yelling non-stop.
The people in the tavern shouted and ran out, the shop owner also rushed to the door, and then jumped and shouted: "Asshole, come back, come back, you haven't paid yet~!"
Robin also squeezed out, hiding behind the crowd and looking to the sky, only to see a black house flying in the sky in the east, and the speed was very fast.
"The of light is on top, what is that?" someone couldn't help but exclaimed.
Suddenly, a rapid alarm sounded in the city. Accompanied by the "Dangdangdangdang" bell, the Semitic soldiers and human vassals screamed and jumped off the wall quickly and hid in the house below the city.
Old Mulla walked out drunk, raised his head and forgot to glance, and said casually: "It's just a war fortress, make a fuss, huh~!
Look at the logo, it belongs to the Flying Eagle Group. "
This tone was careless, obviously his old man was well informed.
"It turns out that this is a war fortress..." Robin looked at the war fortress that was about to fly above his head and smacked his lips. Business will become more and more difficult in the future, and the Flying Eagle Group really can't provoke him.
The height of the war fortress is only tens of meters above Diekirch's head, and people on the ground can even see the faint figure behind the window of the war fortress.
When the citizens on the ground craned their necks to see them one by one, a large swath of white things suddenly floated behind the war fortress, and they descended from the sky one after another.
Robin saw clearly, it was a small piece of white paper.
The pieces of paper fell like snow, scattered in the air, and sprinkled on the ground.
The civilians on the street immediately rushed to scramble to pick it up~EbookFREE.me~The white paper is very expensive. It will be much more comfortable to wipe your buttocks when you take it home.
The war fortress that had sprinkled white paper turned and raised its height, and the news was in the clouds.
The Semitic soldiers and the vassal army emerged again, grabbing the citizens on the street with their weapon torso, grabbing the paper in their hands, and shouting: "Don't pick it up, hand it over!"
The human vassals pressed their butts to gather the white paper on the ground, stuffing them into the baskets, sweating profusely.
"Those who dare to hide the flyers privately will be punished as collaborating with the enemy, kill them without mercy, and hand them over!"
Robin folded the white paper in his hand, stuffed it into his sleeve, and then returned to the tavern.
The street was quiet for a long while, although most of the white paper was confiscated, many more fell into the hands of the citizens.
Robin opened the white paper in his hand and saw that only one side of the page header was printed with "Sinners Act" in clear and neat fonts.
The next line is slightly smaller, the Pope’s letter to the people of the occupied areas.