"Commander, we are fighting to the death just to get those stupid things to enter the city style?" The aboriginal soldier with a somewhat damaged military uniform and a haggard face asked Zhou Zhigan.

Zhou Zhigan shook his head, then nodded again. He stretched out his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder. As a peer, he was trying hard to make himself laugh: "We fight, and we are not following the so-called glory for a moment."

The indigenous people pouted and finally nodded: "Thank you, Commander, your guidance made me feel better."

He turned around and left. At the urn collection place on the side of the road, the young Refu warrior picked up three boxes, turned his head to look at Zhou Zhigan, and finally disappeared into the crowd.

Zhou Zhigan sighed. The young man felt that he had sighed a lot recently. He had never faced the pain brought to the world by war so closely like today.

This indigenous soldier has no name. He and his brothers don’t even know if they were the so-called volunteer soldiers captured by the Imperial Conscription Office. In Gulit’s large meat grinder, his brothers were all killed in battle.

"I want to say, is this terrible empire still a little humanity, or is it that the adults above discovered their conscience?" Luo Bing was wearing a leather robe in her Misilver armor coat today. As a banshee, she should not feel cold, but Zhou Zhigan didn't know it, and she could only be classified as a love for beauty in the end.

However, her question had no answer to Zhou Zhigan: "I don't know, Luo Bing, do you know that so much blood has shed in this city, and they are there." He pointed to the neatly dressed soldiers and finally smiled without saying a word.

Luo Bing also shook his head: "Sometimes you don't have to say anything, the people below will know that for those nobles, we foreigners are a little trouble. They may not easily break up with us, but for those indigenous people, the nobles never regard them as humans... Also, this time the contribution was too great. Capturing Gulit is equivalent to revealing the picture on the chessboard. They will think for you, you are a foreigner, don't need too much credit."

"I am really curious about the Middle Ages when they can live to this day, but there are heroic sayings from the kings, generals and ministers. This sentence tells us that no matter how beautiful the throne is, only those who have virtue can sit on it. If they have no talent to match it, they can only end up in a place where death and no burial will be left." Zhou Zhigan said this and was silent: "But the indigenous people don't think so. They will think that no matter what the nobles do, the toll is correct, the right to first night is normal, and feeding the troubled children to their hunting dogs is even more common... It's a disgusting world."

"We will eventually change this world." Luo Bing suddenly said this.

Zhou Zhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Yes, Luo Bing, you are right, let's change the world together."

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Although some people came to share the cake, these nobles were somewhat concerned about Zhou Zhigan's identity as a foreigner, so at the banquet that night, the count named Farenan Calabar warmly invited Commander Zheng Yaoxian, who was the battlefield commander and the righteousness of "recovering" Gulit City, to come.

"His Excellency Zheng Yaoxian, welcome." The waiter was obviously supplemented with knowledge about the appearance of the commander. It was clearly the first time we met, but he immediately called Zhou Zhigan's game name.

Zhou Zhigan nodded. During the day, he finally gave him time to deal with his own outfit problem. Now Zhou Zhigan is dressed appropriately, and Luo Bing is with him as a female companion.

Recently, many battle groups have said that Zhou Zhigan has the moon first when approaching the water. Zhou Zhigan can only smile at this, but they don’t know the depression in his heart. Although this girl Luo Bing is indeed a little cute, Zhou Zhigan has always believed in one thing, that is, Yuanshui... Oh, it’s different things, they don’t plan for each other.

Luo Bing was very conscious of being a female companion. When she handed the umbrella in her hand to the waiter, she gave some tips: "Plan the carriage between me and Your Excellency Zheng."

"No problem, madam." As an indigenous, she could get to the position where she stood at the door for reception. She would lose her head without any cleverness. So this, who was very experiencing, gave Luo Bing the title of a wife, and the girl who was so happy was almost laughing like a fool.

"Look at me, how clever." Luo Bing pushed Zhou Zhi's waist with his elbow.

Zhou Zhi rolled his eyes and said you were too much.

But he didn't dare to say that, after all, this girl was unhappy with the romantic ninth level magic negative energy kiss.

That is really a heaven of ice and fire.

Let’s take back the topic. To be honest, Zhou Zhigan really doesn’t want to come to the banquet tonight, but he can’t resist the enthusiasm of the Earl of Farennan to not make fake things. With his greetings, Zhou Zhigan also knew that many player commanders would also enter the banquet. So, let’s have a look at the fun.

Because it was a banquet held by the nobles, the arrangement was quite good. The living soldiers from the New Eden front line did not even have the mysterious lunch meat that the federal soldiers vomited, and could only eat some beans at a meal. At the nobles' banquet, all the ingredients were so refined. What surprised Zhou Zhigan even more was that this Farennan actually caught a team of grassland elves as slaves to handle the food.

"This guy is so brave. Are you not afraid of the gods of the grassland elves coming to the door?" Luo Bing claimed that he was not afraid of the world, but this girl was still quite afraid of the steel knife that was coming to her face.

So Zhou Zhigan looked for an opportunity to stop a grassland elf who put the big pot on his head. The latter glanced at Zhou Zhigan: "We were caught, but Mr. Farennan chose to hire us. He also vowed that as long as we serve for twenty years, we will return to the north."

With the answer, Zhou Zhigan turned his head and smiled at Luo Bing: "Look, this person is not a fool."

"...That's right. If it were a fool, I'm afraid he would have died long ago." Luo Bing finished speaking, and took a glass of fruit wine from another grassland elf maid: "Tell me, what about our master."

Just as he said this, I saw that Earl of Fali Nan was right when he came to the stage. The whole city was ruined. Today's night banquet was thanks to the help of the mages.

"Welcome to my banquet. As hosts, it is a great luck to be able to invite warriors like you."

He said on the stage, but Zhou Zhigan noticed that there seemed to be a small commotion among the crowds beside him. Not only Zhou Zhigan noticed, but Luo Bing also noticed. Soon, the crowds in the venue made way. At this time, Zhou Zhigan finally saw clearly the demobilized soldier who caused the commotion this morning.

"His Excellency Falinan!" he shouted, "His Excellency! My brother and companion died in vain, right?"

"Guard, drag this beggar down." Farennan frowned: "This is a banquet for the nobles, and your existence will only pollute the air here."

Then the young man pulled a musket from his waist.

"When did Grand Duke Ferdinand die?" Zhou Zhigan had no time to ask a question.

"In 1914, my Excellency." As a top student, Luo Bing answered immediately.
Chapter completed!