Every era has its own brand, which is an objective fact that is not determined by personal opinions. In the feudal era of the Middle Ages, advocating bourgeois revolution was tantamount to seeking death. Advocating socialist equality for everyone was seeking death.
In Ai Xi, the core problem why the feudal feudal system and city-states are so deeply rooted lies in the cruel natural environment. The weak need to rely on the strong to survive.
There are fierce monsters in the wild, and they are always in a cruel natural cycle. If you live in the wild, you are putting yourself into the food chain cycle, and in most cases, ordinary humans can only become food.
A group of ordinary wild wolves can take away a family of six. A group of wild wolves is probably no match for a single winter wolf monster. A group of winter wolves are nothing more than the livestock of frost giants. When winter is approaching,
, the white dragons generally like the excess food stored by the frost giants and the warm caves, and they will also use the original owner frozen in the ice as a backup ration.
Of course, social reality will change, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Although human power has its limits, some people can change the world bit by bit.
Sounds contradictory? In a certain world, the discoveries and inventions of "scientists" such as Darwin and Bruno gradually announced the end of the era of ignorance, and the birth of magic technology, elemental users, and the popularization of the power of law
The transformation is not only gradually weakening the gap between the strong and the weak, but the fall of the Holy Light Divine Power also declares the end of the innate kingship in another sense.
Okay, maybe someone has figured out that this series of changes have something to do with someone. He did play a big game.
"Some things can only be done and cannot be said. When the time comes, what should come will come. Those fools who shout 'It's coming and all the crowns are about to fall to the earth' before the time comes will only be derailed by the wheel of history."
Crush it yourself."
For a long time, a certain person just did not say anything. He knew that some things could only be allowed to take their own course. He had never shouted slogans in his life. He planned to become the mortal enemy of the kings. After all, in this era of feudal kingship, that would be tantamount to annihilation.
worldly people.
Someone just hopes that by sowing some seeds, after his death, the ever-increasing productivity and social trends will make the world a better place.
But at least for now, the changes in this world are still lackluster, and there are still plenty of troubles.
"Robbers? How can there be robbers in this season? This is official law."
I'm afraid the most surprised person to learn this news was the trio from Northland.
"...Maybe it's better to put it another way. The rebels, Marquis Stanley's rebels. I just heard the news a few days ago. They are fighting again."
Old Barton, who was once a mercenary, is now a bar owner. How could he not know such news?
"Rebellion at this time? This is a holy war! A just war involving the entire race."
Mary was very surprised when she first arrived in the Principality of Sasha, but judging from her speech, all she knew was probably the written information.
"It is said that the Marquis is a devil believer, and his military flag has the symbol of an evil snake head that eats a skull. The great men of the Holy Church have long since judged him as a heretic, but they do not have the energy to attack such a distant enemy."
The gargoyle's field of vision is far beyond that of ordinary scouts. After a little summary of the intelligence, he can get some helpless new information. After sharing the intelligence with several leaders, disputes and discussions continued in the carriage compartment.
"Is it the devil who intervened this time? It can't be our friendly forces this time."
A lot of things like this have happened in the past few years. Human beings are not that strong a species, especially those lazy nobles who are in high positions just because of their blood. Many of them want to live forever and gain stronger power.
If you want to gain a higher status, "the devil's temptation" and "the devil's whisper" were just metaphors in the past, but now they are real threats.
Invaders from the alien plane need strongholds, sacrifices, and enough souls. Especially after the abyss lord of the lower plane disappeared, many great lords fell in love with this once-in-a-lifetime carnival and the activity of devil worshipers and cultists.
The level is at least a hundred times that of ten years ago, and the youth and power obtained through sacrifice have allowed more "people" to embark on this seemingly shortcut path of no return.
Marquis Stanley, the powerful nobleman of the Principality of Sasha, raised the flag of rebellion not long ago. Regardless of whether there is really a devil behind it, or it is just to intimidate his timid subordinates to follow him. He painted on his military flag
After receiving the mark of the devil, it is obvious that he no longer regards himself as a subordinate of the ordinary human camp and Sasha's subordinates.
Naturally, the principality sent a crusade led by the Grand Duke's eldest son, and summoned several big nobles to fight. This seems to have happened last winter. The two sides have fought more than a dozen small and medium-sized battles, and there has been no conclusion.
Win or lose.
This has little to do with us. After all, the main battlefields are the territory of the great lords, which are still far away from us. As long as there is a war, there will definitely be defeated troops and deserters. The harm of these guys is even greater than that of ordinary bandits.
above.
If these defeated generals and deserters escape back to their hometowns, they will most likely be hanged directly. If they are deserters from the rebel army, they will have several more wanted notices on them, and they will not even dare to go to ordinary cities.
Such a group of semi-professional warriors also need to eat. Faced with the pressure of survival, they are basically life-threatening people who have no lower limit. The best way to support themselves is probably to become bandits and rob passing caravans.
Under normal circumstances, only after the civil war is over can the victors have enough energy to start clearing out the deserters. But now that the civil war has been going on for more than half a year without any resolution, it is still far from over.
The scale of the war is not large, with less than 100,000 people participating in the war. In front of me who is used to epic wars, it can only be regarded as a small fight, but even such a small fight can create hundreds of deserters.
, and a bandit group consisting of dozens of deserters is already the tragedy of a small village or a small caravan.
Perhaps, this is the sorrow of living in this era, the sorrow of mortals.
"They have dozens of ordinary people in their hands. They should be prisoners. Many of them are injured. Are there any villages nearby?"
"...There is a village called Lanti on the map. It only has about a hundred households. It can definitely be taken down by dozens of professional soldiers."
"Is there a nearby lord? He didn't send troops to suppress the bandits?"
"It seems that he is a second-generation knight who was donated money. He has only been in office for a short time, and there are only a few dozen guards under his command. They may not have time to react, and even if they react, they may not be able to fight. It seems that there are locals among them."
As a professional mercenary who has been around for almost thirty years, the quasi-legendary Winston is still familiar with the situation of the surrounding lords. After all, this is also the most common employer of "powerful" mercenaries like him.
It is the obligation of every lord to maintain the security of his own territory. If other lords do it for them, it is equivalent to declaring war. But if they are weak but must step forward, hiring some trustworthy mercenaries is simply a matter of course.
And if he had not already received this mission, he would definitely have gone to the knight lord to recommend himself to the knight lord with his sense of justice, and then accepted the mission and led his brothers to get rid of these defeated troops who were harming the countryside.
I nodded. Winston's judgment was reasonable. These deserters were not stupid. They were picking on the weak. The lord looked for the weakest to provoke, and most of them included local guides.
I asked the gargoyle to look far away. In the direction of Lanti Village, I could indeed vaguely see fire and black smoke. It seemed that these bandits had just attacked the village and were still on their way home.
And they are now ambushing us on the hilltop of the official road that we must pass through. They may have seen our carriage from a high place and want to catch up with them again.
The luxurious carriage and the white horse pulling the carriage are simply symbols of the great nobility. Those soldiers with chaotic steps and uneven equipment are obviously mercenaries. Together they are a piece of high-quality fat.
"I'll go and finish it quickly and hurry up. I just happen to have some skeletons and zombies on hand. As a former professional soldier, they shouldn't let me down." (To be continued...)
