Chapter five hundred and sixty fourth slave transport
June 5, 2093.
Last night, Lu and Su slept peacefully and did not switch bodies back. Therefore, during game time, Lu Zhengkang was still on Yaktik's horse.
Although it was still the same time, Lu Zhengkang's mood was very different. Thinking about the last few months here, he worked hard to improve science and technology. The progress was slow and the development speed was like a tortoise crawling like an ant. However, this time he was already determined to come here.
After getting started with magic science, after he changed his hands a few times about the wizard's patterns and enchantment diagrams, and added some private goods learned in the system, it was then that he, Lu, transformed into a generation of alchemy and enchantment masters, and became a rising star.
day.
The enchantment diagram is nothing more than an upgrade for the time being. It can only be used to upgrade the infrastructure of the Flying Spaghetti Castle in Hound Mountain. The wizard's spell pattern is amazing. Combined with alchemy, it can directly turn all Skitarii into supermen.
The Skitarii never imagined that their Pope would have already made up a plan in his mind in just one moment to turn these sergeants into complete tools.
Driving the slaves slowly towards Hound Mountain, these preparatory laborers and residents of the Holy City, who were frightened by the skitarii, tied one hand with a rope and could string together a large number of more than a thousand people.
Surprisingly, no one resisted, and no one escaped. Whenever there was a commotion, the older prisoners would calm everyone down without waiting for the sergeants of the Skitarii to suppress it. In this way, there was no trouble during the many-day trip.
People are sometimes no different from sheep.
The skitarii carried enough food and grass, which could last for half a year if people ate horse chews, but there was definitely a huge gap to distribute among the more than 1,100 captives, so they always hunted down some unlucky wild animals along the way.
Usually, a rabbit is chopped into pieces and ten pounds of water is added to it. When stewing, a handful of rice snatched from the captive village and a handful of salt are sprinkled in. When dividing, the water is added to the pot continuously. It is just a thin pot.
Meat porridge can be divided into nearly a hundred bowls, which is called taking it from the people and using it for the people.
The skitarii had three meals a day, and the prisoners had two meals a day. It all depended on whether they had hunted wild animals along the way today, otherwise they might not be able to have a bowl of porridge until evening.
When the Skitarii plundered the population, they left the old, weak and disabled to fend for themselves. The remaining young people and children were not spared and were all taken away with the army.
Every time when a fire was made, the captives would give the first few pots of soup to children, pregnant women, and those who were hungry. This part of the soup was at least thicker, which could more or less replenish the losses of the long march, while the second half of the soup was thinner.
In fact, it is not much different from hot water. No matter how strong a person is, he cannot withstand the clear soup and lack of water for a month. What's more, as winter approaches, the weather turns cold and the cold dew is biting. The slaves quickly become thinner.
At first glance, there are many skinny people in the team.
Lu Zhengkang had no mercy for such a tragic situation. How could he let the captives eat and drink enough? Wouldn't that mean rebellion? Having enough energy will lead to a strong spirit. If the spirit is strong, the mind will be active. If the mind is active, it will be difficult to control.
Lu Zhengkang called to Reverend Norton, "Look at the distance. We will be able to return to Hound Mountain at noon tomorrow. There is still one day to go. Tonight, prepare enough food to reward the sergeants and to feed the unbelievers."
Don’t be half-full on the eve of going home.”
Priest Norton nodded in agreement and turned around to spread the news. The Skitarii laughed for a while, but when the notice was sent to the captives, they only received silence.
Those older and famous slaves looked around at their bewildered companions and smiled, "Look, I told you earlier that the hard days will pass. Just hold on until you reach a new territory.
Then we will have enough food to eat and a house, just like before."
"Are you getting home?"
The children looked up at their parents. Their hands were also tied. Due to the height difference, they were always hung and half-raised. Many children's arms were swollen and purple, their wrists were worn out, and the hemp ropes were dyed.
The child was bloody and the constant pain made them extremely scared. Now when they asked such words, there seemed to be light flashing in their eyes. The parents hugged the children tightly, gently stroked their dry hair, and whispered
: "Yes, we'll be there soon."
I don’t know who started laughing first. Soon, the laughter spread out like water waves. For a while, some people in the captive group cried and some yelled. The young people stood blankly, the children were cheerful and innocent, and the older men and women
Carefully observe the knights in blue armor not far away. These cold and crazy religious warriors are now galloping relaxedly, cheering back and forth.
That night, on the Peiquan Plain, less than ten miles away from Hound Mountain, the Skitarii camp was set up. Lu Zhengkang asked the sergeants to clear a clearing and lit huge bonfires. The prisoners sat around the fires, and the sergeants mentioned
I came over with a wooden spoon from the soup bucket to scoop out my dinner. This was a generous meal, with minced meat and oily stars floating in the thick rice milk. Although it was still light fishy, in the eyes of these poor people, it was already a rare delicacy.
The sergeants comforted the prisoners: "When you get to the Holy City, you will have Holy Communion to eat. The noodles will be very generous."
Lu Zhengkang stood on a high point on a terrace near the river and looked out over the surrounding countryside. Looking to the north, the black rocky mountains were clustered with peaks and peaks, stretching from west to east, endless as far as the eye could see, with a slightly concave arc on the horizon, like a crescent moon.
Wrapped in this beautiful and graceful alluvial plain.
The familiar stars in the sky and a sour Milky Way stretched across it. The cold stars and moon turned the night sky with drifting clouds into blue. There was still a faint hazy white in the western sky, but it made the night appear darker and deeper.
Even with his bright eyes, Lu Zhengkang couldn't see through the coldness after sunset. On the slightly undulating wilderness, the dark wood of the triangular pile of bonfires burned with orange sparks, clinging to the surface of the wood like fungus growing after the rain, floating in the air.
Floating in the middle, like waterlilies in the water, the fine pieces of light seemed to carry a warm fragrance, creating a charming warm circle within seven or eight feet of the campfire. The captives followed the ropes on their wrists and circled at the intersection of light and shadow.
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Everyone's face was shrouded in a red light like a mask, and their faces were no longer distinct. It seemed that at this moment, the memories had melted away.
The cold wind blew low from all directions, and Lu Zhengkang heard the breathing of the skitarii and the slaves while they were dining. The night stars became brighter, and it seemed that the sky was lowered a little.
Reverend Norton came quietly behind Lu Zhengkang, took the wool felt specially provided by the Toting Palace and gave it to the Pope to wrap around the shoulders of the armor.
"Your Majesty, please rest early."
Lu Zhengkang turned around and looked at Norton. This Yardimer man who was one and a half taller than him had rare dark green irises. In this misty night, with the black and blue sky, his curly and depressed hair fell, and his sunken eye sockets
There is a bright light inside, this is a soul that is not confused, a person who is infected by the Flying Spaghetti Cult, baptized by war, and grasped by the future of power, a person with goals.
There are many such people, and there will be more and more.
From a realistic point of view, interest is the direct criterion for measuring right and wrong. The existence of the Flying Mask Pope is a banner for gathering wealth, but Lu Zhengkang has complex emotions towards these chaotic individuals gathered under his banner.
"Norton, do you think you have feelings?"
"...Your Majesty, your will is my mind."
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "It's so real, you, and you..." It was so real that my sympathy inadvertently throbbed.