Chapter 1074: Individual power overriding the group

"Twenty knights, if I go to the battlefield, how can I gain a knighthood above tenth knight?"
A burly and majestic young man, carrying a that was stained with soil, returned to the village, watching the villagers shrouded in a joyous, joyful atmosphere, thinking to himself.
"What are you thinking?" At this moment, an old voice came from behind him. The young man turned back and saw an old man who was slightly stout, but still strong, looking at him.
"Nothing!" With the dull eyes of his father, the youth turned his head involuntarily, avoiding.
"Want to join the army? Fight for others on the battlefield?" The old man asked blandly, but the more bland the younger the fear on his face.
"No." The young man's words were immediately denied by his father, knowing that his father was extremely disgusted by those who were superior in power.
The specific reason is not clear, but he estimates it may be because his father encountered something when he was young, otherwise it would not be the current attitude.
"No? Then you better cover up the envy on your face, I'm not blind." The old man said quietly.
"Um." The young man rubbed his face awkwardly. He felt that he should not be so unbearable. Although he was really envious, he should not be so obvious.
"Go back, don't watch it, the more you look at it, the more envious you are."
"Oh." The young man honestly followed the old man who was a few heads shorter than him, and behaved like a child.
When they returned to their home, the youth couldn't help looking at his neighbor's house. It was a newly built house, with green bricks and green tiles, in stark contrast to his dilapidated earthen house.
This is the son of his neighbor, and he sent his soldiers to the battlefield to make military achievements. After becoming the first duke, he was one of the rewards. He watched an official lead a group of artisans in a short time. The neglected dirt house of his neighbor was overthrown, and a new house was built.
This is only part of the reward he received after he became a prince, and he also received an arena and a slave for farming, which he saw in his eyes and said that he was not envious of it being fake. .
His haircut is just an ordinary person. He has a clear understanding of any skill, and if he is uncomfortable, even if he is standing still, with his hands behind his back, and letting his hair attack him, it is very difficult to hurt him. But just such an ordinary person, after getting on the battlefield, made so rich, how can he calm down.
He obviously has far more power than ordinary people and has completed four awakenings at a young age, but he can only nest in such a small place and follow his father as a farmland farmer. Such a disparate treatment, who would not A little idea.
"Ah, it's Allen. Come back from the ground with your father." Just as the young man followed his father back to the house, a thin, dark-skinned woman was holding a clay jar from the next door. After coming out, when she saw the young man, she greeted him very warmly.
"Yeah, I just came back from the ground." Young Allen smiled awkwardly.
"Really, young, why not go to the battlefield like my son? All good ages are wasted on the ground, don't you think that you are aggrieved?"
Taking a look at the old man who has entered the house, the woman who used to work often muttered with the youth.
"The farming land is very good. At least, I can live in peace. When I go to the battlefield, maybe I will die." Just then, a voice came from the house quietly.
"What did you say!" The woman immediately quit when she heard the voice. She dropped the earthen jar in her hand and shouted at the youth's home.
"Well, you calm down, you know my dad's temper is this kind of person, you don't want to spit with him, it's not worth it." Seeing his father's words irritated others, the youth had to lower his head Accompany the smile to appease the woman.
Fortunately, the woman did not care too much about the young people, but picked up the earthen jar fragments and returned to her home, and the young man returned to his house carrying his hoe.
"Father, sister-in-law came kindly to give me advice. What do you say to others?"
"Good intentions? Suggestions?" The old man's eyebrows were raised immediately after hearing his son's words, "I tell you, all the nobles ..."
"Now in the State of Gay, there is no aristocracy, and the original aristocrats have been expelled from the king." Hearing his father's words, the youth muttered to remind his father of his mistakes in words.
"I haven't finished talking, what do you say?" The old man glared at the young man. "I tell you, all those in power have only the use of minds for those of us from the bottom, and they will not treat them equally. we.
It's like what kind of military merit was fought out by the current king of our country. Isn't that to let those soldiers help him with the benefits that ordinary people can't refuse? "
"Isn't this good? Ordinary soldiers desperately defend their homeland, and then use enemies' mobile phones to get rewards." The young man responded. He felt that the system was good, with clear rewards and penalties. "You can't count on the king. Give us free land and these houses! "
"Stop pouting at me, I don't care what you think, all in all, you are not allowed to join the army, you are not allowed to fight for those in power." A smile of anger appeared on the old man's face, which seemed to remember what happened in his youth.
"How can this be said, now that other countries have invaded our country, this war is also protecting our own land," the youth countered.
"It won't be your turn. Even if the country of Guy is dead, it's definitely not because you didn't participate in the war." The old man's attitude was extremely firm.
"If everyone is your kind of thought, wouldn't it be strange if Guy's country didn't die?" The youth was also very dissatisfied.
The words of the sister-in-law just said that his heart was gone. He has spent a lot of time on the land with his good years and powerful strength, which is just a waste of time.
"You are not allowed to join the army. I emphasize again. If you dare to go, I will break your leg."
"It won't work, that won't work, do you just want to keep me in this kind of backcountry? If you want me to live a mediocre life, why did you urge me to practice?"
Upon hearing his father's warning, the youth's anger was stirred up. At his age, it is natural to escape the temptation of fame. He also wants to return to his hometown, and he also wants to enjoy prosperity and riches and be admired by thousands of people.
These were clearly within his reach, but he was by his father's ban and nestled in the field to be a farmer.
"I urge you to practice because the world is too chaotic. I just want to help you protect yourself." After the old man left a sentence, he went to prepare the meal.
Night fell. When the young man cultivated for a period of time in accordance with his habit of growing up from childhood, he turned over and lay down to enter the dreamland, but he turned around and couldn't sleep.
Because his heart was so upset, he was not reconciled, nor satisfied with what he has now. He wanted to get better and enjoy better.
"My father must have encountered something when he was young, so he was dissatisfied with those in power, and he estimated that he had enjoyed everything, so now he can look down on everything, but I am different."
The young man was thinking in bed secretly, struggling inwardly, and he was in a tangled state. From childhood to age, he didn't listen to his father in almost everything, but this time he didn't plan to obey anymore.
"He is my father. He can give me suggestions, but I'm not his uncle. I don't need to listen to everything. I want to have my own opinion. I want to do what I want to do."
The young man sat up on the bed and listened carefully to the even breathing sound coming from the next room. He waited quietly. At last he gritted his teeth, opened the window of his room directly, and turned over and left the dilapidated dirt house.
What the young man didn't notice was that when he left, the even and steady breathing sound from his next room was interrupted, and a long sigh came out,
"Ugh!"
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"It's time to stop the war. The fields you got from those nobles are almost divided, and if you fight on, you are already facing the embarrassing situation of no reward."
"Not enough land for rewards? It's good to go out, but there is so much land in other countries."
Upon hearing his father's warning, Muria smiled indifferently. He was very clear that when the military meritorious service was thoroughly implemented, the entire army and the entire country would turn into a monster full of desire for expansion.
"But the food is not enough. Don't forget it. Now most of the young people in the country have been attracted to the battlefield by military merit."
"Well, I see." Muria sighed helplessly when she heard about the food issue ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Even if the morale of the army is high, both officers and soldiers are eager for war and cannot be changed The fact that the country's grain reserves are becoming scarce is that no matter how high morale is, it cannot replace food to fill the stomach.
"I'm going to end this war."
When the individual's force reaches a certain level, he can overtake the group, and Muria is such a person. His combat power is far above the average level of the strong in the Imir plains.
Imir's former strongman generally had six awakenings. Only Yass may have seven awakenings, but it is only possible. The news has not yet been confirmed.
Muria's combat power, he can not determine at what level, but the only thing that can be sure is that his combat power is more than seven awakenings, and he is qualified to end the war at any time.
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