The Trafa Empire, located in the southeast of the central part of the Bis Continent, was one of the three traditional frontier empires of the Demon Alliance ten years ago. Its northern border is close to the dividing line between gods and demons, the east is a long coast, and the west is history.
The Wells Empire - it is now a special province of the Sbia Empire. Behind it is the most important empire in the Demon Alliance, Brooke.
Because of this kind of geography, the current Trafal Empire is in a miserable state. As a demonic empire, it has never been as unlucky as it is now. In the history worthy of reference, Trafal has never bordered an enemy country in peacetime, so the entire
The construction of the empire and the arrangements for people's livelihood were all defined by wartime front lines. Over hundreds of years, a huge amount of financial resources and efforts were invested. But now, this pattern that has lasted for several generations has been completely broken. This culprit is, of course,
It can only be the Sibia Empire.
In the past, the dividing line between gods and demons was just a vague geographical concept, or a very abstract statement, without strictly demarcating landmarks. In peacetime, no imperial regime would occupy this land, at least not blatantly.
But Sibia is different. This greedy empire is devouring the surrounding land crazily, and of course it will not let go of the fertile dividing line... Moreover, Sibia openly incorporates the entire dividing line into its own territory, instead of "
"Line of Actual Control" or "corresponding section".
Next, the Demon Alliance failed in a series of wars against Sibia. In the end, even Wells and Camp were occupied by Sibia. Of course, a poor place like Camp would be forgotten, but the Wells Empire...
So Trafa, who was exhausted from the war, turned around and sadly found that he already had two borders with the enemy, and two-thirds of the entire empire was sealed off.
This is true crying without tears.
After the whole country was devastated, life always had to go on, so Emperor Trafa, who was relatively sensible, immediately wrote a letter to His Majesty Sbia Cohen, and with humility, after meeting some weird conditions of His Majesty Cohen, he reluctantly exchanged for relative peace on both sides of the border.
; At the same time, he ordered a large-scale marriage with the Bruck royal family, and tried his best to win over support from behind. After a lot of trouble, he was able to maintain his family's rule.
What is the current situation of the empire! In addition to maintaining its presence on the border, the army can only guarantee the big cities on the two main transportation lines; government orders can only be issued to villages and towns adjacent to the cities, and other places can only be enfeoffed to new nobles.
Let these laymen who were merchants or priests just a few days ago manage it; economically, the two border defense lines that must be built accounted for 70% of the empire's total revenue... As for people's livelihood? I'm afraid it will take ten years before there is a need for statistics.
Especially in the places passed by the Sbia Expeditionary Force during the war... It is an ironclad fact that it will be destroyed. I don't know how long it will take for it to be revived.
As the battlefield of the last battle, the desolate coast is a place where imperial officials are frightened by the news. Even the tax collectors who had to rush to be the tax collectors in the past have no one to pick them up, and they have been idle. Because now the desolate coast has a total of two
The entire province is in chaos. The defeated soldiers left behind in the war, the civilians whose homes were destroyed, and even the bankrupt merchants and fishermen all formed a group and fought against each other.
After the war, if there are young nobles in the Demon Alliance who don't understand what "lawlessness" is, the elders will take a map, point to the location of the deserted coast and explain it for a long time, and then touch the child's head and sigh for a while.
In the eyes of the noble men, that place was indeed lawless, but what was puzzling was that without the guidance of the Demon Palace and the management of the nobles, although fighting continued at any time, the deserted coast fed these displaced people - in fact
From the name, you can guess how meager its output is, but now the number of people relying on it for survival is not the hundreds of thousands before the war, but millions!
In fact, the people living on the deserted coast at this time were not the kind of outstanding elites, nor could they be intellectuals full of knowledge. They were ordinary people with ordinary ideas about life. Since not enough things could grow in the ground,
Then we must find another way to survive; since the royal family and nobles cannot maintain the basic conditions for their survival, then they must do it alone; all rules and laws must give way to the stomach, and any old thing becomes an obstacle to survival.
,then go to hell!
Including Sibia, all laws of the empire are invalid here. There are only three prevailing rules: those who kill for revenge will die, those who steal will die, and those who disrupt normal transactions will die. All traditional nobles and armed forces are not allowed to enter, but they can enter.
It's just goods and civilians... Without the intervention of any traditional forces, the desolate coast shows full of vitality.
Of course, this prosperity and vitality are also due to other opportunities, mainly due to the economic monopoly of the treaty business group, the economic blockade of Sbia, and the geographical location of the deserted coast, which makes it a smuggling transit point between alliances.
Along the coast, a total of more than thirty ports have been built, controlled by different guilds. They smuggle various goods into different categories, ranging from offshore ships to wheat seeds and needles. Countless civilians rely on this business to make a living.
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In these ports, wooden farm tools can only be boarded and disembarked at Tuwei Port, because metal is a war material that is in short supply in demon countries. Wooden farm tools are becoming more and more popular. Unfortunately, demons lack carpenters, so they can only be smuggled from the gods.
Come here. This kind of wooden products are large in size and have low profits, so they are jointly bid by several second-rate mercenary groups. While smuggling, they are also responsible for maintaining the tranquility and prosperity of the port. To put it simply, they send a group of tough men
Protect locals from being bullied by outsiders and try to bully outsiders as much as possible.
The last smuggling ship of the day docked. As soon as the cable was dropped, some big men with arms folded and bare chest hair crowded to the side of the ship, using their bodies to separate the dock workers who were eager to find work, and shouted to the ship,
The smugglers are required to charge according to the amount of the goods, and those who are smuggled out will also have to pay a head fee, otherwise "your safety will not be guaranteed."
The merchants either readily or hesitantly took out their money and got off the ship one after another to find someone to carry the goods. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, a young man who looked like a wandering warrior appeared on the deck and stepped off the pedal without saying a word. The so-called wandering warrior,
This kind of people don't have a uniform dress at all, and some people don't even have shoes. They only need to carry a hatchet with them to join the ranks. On the deserted coast, many people have done this business.
Therefore, when this young man appeared in a gray cloak, with a hood that stretched over his eyes, a coarse cloth face covering on his face, and a long package hanging diagonally on his back, he was naturally regarded as a wandering warrior.
"Wandering samurai, you came with the ship and you have to pay." A man who was a head taller than him came up to him, his burly body blocking the pedal: "But since you are a samurai, I will charge you half the price."
Ten silver coins, or you can use the grain deduction to get one hundred catties of rye!"
The wandering warrior stopped, first turned his head, and then shook his head. This action was seen by the people behind the big man, and they all scolded him. Finally, a smart man guessed the reason, squeezed forward, and spoke in almost no dialect.
The accented Mandarin was spoken again.
The wandering warrior nodded and replied in standard demonic Mandarin: "I understand."
Everyone was relieved, because this port had to receive merchants from all over the world, and there were many people who couldn't understand the "mandarin" with a strong accent. But the next words of the rogue samurai made everyone half angry to death.
"I didn't bring any money, I owe you." These words were very plain, without any hint of request or discussion in the tone, just like saying "I want to eat when I am hungry" as a matter of course.
"I owe you grandma..." The burly man only yelled half a sentence, and then lay down with a whimper, and a string of blood beads was thrown out quite roundly.
The big men surrounding the warrior rushed forward without thinking, covering the sky with more than twenty thick arms. However, with a few crackling sounds, their bodies flew upside down in the air and fell down not far from the warrior.
——They were all shot on the bridge of their noses, and their blood and tears flowed extremely happily.
"Kill people!" This was like poking a hornet's nest. People on board and on board shouted in unison: "Brothers! Fuck you!"
"Battle in turns! Pick him! That cloak is mine! I'll tie him up and send him to the village to help the girls!"
There were really hundreds of responses to the call, and there were like clouds of followers. Amidst the strange screams one after another, the strong men nearby still gathered around with their bare hands, followed by hundreds of people, including those who wielded wooden sticks, those who held pedals, those who danced cables, and even some
I can’t find a guy carrying two salted fish to make up the count...
"Don't be like this, don't be like this, hey!" In the surging crowd, the owner of the smuggling ship was squeezed out of shape and stuck between two boxes of wooden plows. His little eyes were spinning around and his voice was inaudible.
: "This uncle has been owed me all the way..."
A fierce battle began. People kept flying down from the cargo, and some even slid down from the ship holding the sail rope. Although the noise was huge, the battle circle was relatively small, and the people who squeezed into the battle circle flew up in batches.
Falling like mud splashed under iron hoofs, the long and narrow pier was in chaos. People outside could only guess the progress of the "battle" based on the vibration of the wooden boards under their feet. They heard constant "crackling" sounds, but strange screams.
Gradually become rarer.
Not long after, there was a sound of "poof!", and the last one, the guy who took the salted fish as a dick, also sat down on the ground. His nose was fine, but it was not much better than a collapsed nose, because the whole salted fish was stuffed by the samurai.
It went into his mouth, and only a tail was left outside. He almost fainted due to choking... and the tragic round of battle came to an end.
It was a mess. People who were originally on the boat were lying on the dock wailing. People who were originally on the dock were calling for help in the sea. Because the samurai were particularly interested in other people's noses, most of them were holding their faces in their hands and rolling around. A few people were already
He recovered, but there was blood and tears hanging on his face.
The warrior put his hands by his side and stepped on other people's heads and chests step by step as he walked out, walking very leisurely and in a very natural way.
"Look!" Suddenly, a little man pretending to be dead at the warrior's feet discovered the problem and shouted: "Look at his hair and eyes!"
The warrior stopped when he heard the sound. A long lock of hair fell down from under the hood of his cloak, and it turned out to be black.
"Black hair!" The other little man who was pretending to be dead screamed in a particularly sad voice: "And black eyes!"
There was silence all over the pier, and the atmosphere became stagnant. Most of the people lying down were quietly moving their bodies. Those on the seaside went straight into the water without saying a word, while those on the shore hid themselves among the cargo and continued without leaning on either side.
They pretended to be dead dogs, but when they looked at each other, their eyes were filled with fear.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang..." A rapid alarm bell rang from the tower in the distance.
"Kick, cluck, cluck..." This is the dock wall, where dozens of earthen crossbow machines are adjusting their direction.
"Rumble, rumble..." This was the sound of heavy footsteps, and the elites of the armored mercenary group arrived.
"Hahahahahahaha..." Several mercenary group bosses were laughing wildly together: "Who? Who dares to step on the dock?"
The samurai just stepped on someone else's body and stepped down on the ground. Not far across the way were the leaders of several mercenary groups.
"Black hair? Black eyes?" One of the tall and tall leaders took a step forward: "Is that you?"
The warrior didn't say anything and just walked along the road. The tall and tall leader was angry. The muscles on his face were trembling, and his eyes were full of cannibalism. He reached out and took out half a baked potato from his arms.
, roared and took a lick!
"The big leader gave the order!" The leaders nearby shouted in unison: "Life or death!"
"Kill!" The wall of armors pushed forward fiercely, and swords, guns, swords and halberds flashed into pieces! On the wall, the sound of crossbows fired was breathtaking!
At the port, two smuggling ships were working overtime and docked. As always, the topless brawny men were clogging the pedals to draw money. The workers were jumping up and down and working harder than ever. There was a constant flow of donkey carts pulling goods. It was a busy place.
scene.
"Honorable sir, an incomparably strong warrior, a great miracle of kindness and wisdom, please accept the sweetest water from Tuwei Port." In the cleanest and tidiest tavern in the port, the leader of the mercenary group humbly poured a pot of spring water.
Go to the wandering warrior: "I swear by the joint smuggling rights of the six mercenary groups. This is the purest spring water within a radius of dozens of miles. The amount of water per day is only this one pot, not a drop more. In the past, it was only worshiped in the Demon Palace, not even the royal family.
None of them can enjoy it.”
The big leader's nose was broken into two parts and was not completely restored. In addition, he received a few more punches on the face, so his humble expression looked a bit funny. The other leaders were not much better. They were standing by the door like slaves.
They knelt in a row, their noses were crooked, but their faces with wet tears were full of admiration and fear.
Because the person they were facing was no ordinary wandering warrior. He could move like the wind among hundreds of people, dismantle dozens of crossbows into parts, and then brutally kill them in front of everyone.
Beat him up. But he didn't kill anyone. The people who fell under his hands were not even disabled or seriously injured. Moreover, he had no other demands, just "owed".
The Desolate Coast is a strange and realistic place. As long as you are not really looking for trouble, there is no need to fight to the death. Although the rules on the road cannot be broken, the leaders can pay the tolls out of their own pockets. Then, the leaders
Under the control of an almost pathological mentality of worshiping the strong, he invited the samurai to the tavern to rest, as if the other party was his real leader.
To them, the wandering warrior who could kill everyone did not kill anyone, which was the most absolute kindness. After the battle just now, the opponent already had a large group of admirers and a resounding nickname - The End of the Nose
By!
"Since this water is precious," the wandering warrior asked calmly, "Why not exchange it for food?"
"Yes, it is indeed very precious." The big leader explained: "But since there is no longer a demon temple on the deserted coast, according to the priest, this water does not come from pure land. Secondly, we people outside are not
It has no prestige. It is just water and cannot be marked. Who will admit that it is one of the specialties of the deserted coast if it is shipped out? It is not as practical as carrying a bag to earn food."
"Not bad." The warrior pulled down the coarse cloth from his face and drank a glass of water: "How did you get this port?"
"Sir, this is probably your first time here. There are all poor people here. There are soldiers from various countries after defeat, displaced civilians, and escaped slaves." The big leader is a big leader after all. After a few words,
He was as reserved as before: "I was originally a logistics officer in the coalition army. After the defeat, I couldn't go home, and there were a group of people under me waiting to eat, so I was cruel and lost my identity and stayed... Now I have gained some reputation and managed
wood products for this smuggling business.”
"How do you govern?" The samurai looked at the port, where the workers obviously came from all races.
"There are three rules on the road, and those who violate them will die..." The big leader did not hide anything: "If there is something outside, let's discuss it and deal with it."
"It's a good idea." The warrior nodded: "No one is jealous?"
"Because there are no priests or nobles here, only us." The big leader replied with a wry smile: "Of course, the smugglers are backed by noble forces, but as long as they don't come over in a big way, we won't say anything. If they
If you dare to cause trouble, the only option is to fight, and many of us are from the military - we fought several battles not long ago and won them all!"
"Simple way." The warrior nodded: "What's wrong with my hair?"
"Ah?" The big leader was stunned: "What do you mean, sir?"
"My hair." The warrior put down his hood, revealing his black hair and his black eyes: "What's wrong?"
As soon as the black hair flashed out, there was a "hissing" sound inside and outside the tavern. The flesh on the big leader's face trembled for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth: "Sir, we worship the strong, and we respect you.
...But if sir has ideas about the deserted coast, we will resist even if we are all dead!"
"No." The samurai's plain expression was a little tired.
"Fortunately not! That puts us at ease!" The big leader nodded repeatedly: "Normally speaking, a man with such powerful force and cold temperament as Mr. is definitely not an unknown warrior. In addition, Mr. has black hair, but he claims to have forgotten to bring it with him.
Cash, that’s why there was a misunderstanding on the dock, otherwise how could we businessmen bring out the crossbow machine to confront Mr.
"Does this have anything to do with black hair?" A trace of curiosity flashed across the warrior's dark eyes.
"Sir, you should know that on the demonic land after the war, the most admired person among warriors was the big boss from Sbia! How often did the millions of demonic coalition forces not have the upper hand? But they were defeated by that man.
Defeat again!" The big leader said: "Especially on our deserted coast, what we hate the most are the priests and nobles, and the one we admire the most is this one."
Every time the big leader said something, the little leaders by the door nodded.
"Unlike the one who secretly imitated him before, the current demons can imitate that person openly, whether it's hair or eyes... but the price is..." The big leader smiled, turned around and called: "Xiao Shui! Come here!
"
"Yes!" A young leader trotted over, lowering his head a little nervously and complaining: "Third brother, don't call me nicknames in front of sir."
"Wordy!" the big leader raised his hand and slapped him.
"Show me your treasure, sir!" The big leader turned to the warrior and explained: "His savings for the past six months have been spent on this."
Xiao Shui responded, reached out and rummaged around on his head for a while, pulled out a length of silver tube with his fingers, twisted it open a few times, revealing a piece of hair inside... The shape of this hair was the same as others, but it was black.
of!
"I took half a year's savings and secretly went to the Demon Palace to do it. Now the Demon Palace has made a lot of money from this..." The big leader explained with a wry smile, his eyes suddenly trembled, and he yelled at Xiao Shui: "Damn,
Why is half of it missing?"
"That's... that's..." Xiao Shui said timidly: "A few days ago, I went to Seed Port to have fun. When I woke up in the morning, I found out that a bitch had stolen half of it..."
"Why don't you look for it?" The leader was heartbroken: "That's all money!"
"I called a dozen girls... but then I couldn't find anyone..."
"Prodigal son!" After scolding his subordinates, the big leader turned around to apologize, and then said: "Sir, he has an extraordinary status. His hair and eyes obviously cost countless money to make. If his hair is covered with gold bars...he didn't bring any cash.
We mistakenly thought he was looking for trouble..."
"It's a misunderstanding." The warrior shook his head and stood up: "It's not appropriate to be in debt after sitting in your tavern."
After being surprised, everyone's faces were full of surprises - Mr. Terminator didn't bring any cash, so he had to pay with the gold bars on his head? Then there would be no change! What a huge profit!
In their expectant gazes, Lord Terminator kicked the pillar of the tavern, causing the whole tavern to shake. Then a dusty thing fell from the ceiling, and he grabbed it, screaming "chichichi".
"Track the monster!" Everyone was shocked. No matter where this thing came from, it was worth more than gold bars.
The Terminator flipped his hand and knocked this little tracking beast unconscious on the table, and then said: "Discount, change." (To be continued)