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Chapter 635: Mutual Aid Association.
King Scott, a sparse jungle.
I saw large and small tattered camps set up messy and dirty camps on the dust-floating ground, and a few dim and yellow bonfires dispersed a little spring cold in the silent night... This is a place that looks extremely poor, In the extremely miserable camp, the tents are all made of thin linen cloth, and the pot on the campfire is only a few wild vegetables whose nutritional value is infinitely close to that of dry grass...
I have to admit that this camp looks too much like a refugee camp. Whether it’s the tattered "architectural style" or a group of ragged, yellow-faced poor people, it looks very much in line with the image of a group of refugees, if not around If every group of people at the bonfire held a rough and ugly linen banner in their hands, I am afraid no one would have thought that these "refugees" who had no food to eat were still an army.
Yes, no matter how unreliable it seems, in fact, these "refugees" are really an army.
At least they call themselves the "Poor People's Mutual Aid Army" in name, and the army also has a loose military establishment, as well as dilapidated military camps.
In fact, such troops are now scattered everywhere in the Scottish Empire, and the one that is now being rehabilitated in the jungle is the largest one of the "Mutual Aid Poverty Army". They consist of a total of 30,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people. composition.
However, these poor soldiers cannot be blamed for their ragged clothes and low combat effectiveness. After all, two months ago, this so-called "Mutual Aid Society" was only a loose gang called "Mutual Aid Society". These "soldiers" were just a group because The great famine was desperate, and it was just farmers who wanted to take a look at rice porridge. Now it is really difficult for them to take up hoe and pitchfork and go to the battlefield. The so-called morale is better not to expect too much.
The most terrifying thing is... if the enemy that this "army" is going to face is only the small gangsters in the neighboring villages, it should be enough. After all, in this sad world, some extremely hungry poor people are still a bit bloody. But now, the real army that chases and kills these 30,000 "armies" day and night is the Zhengtong Knights of the Scott Empire. Those are led by professionals, wearing sophisticated armor, holding steel swords, and riding under the hips. The knight with a tall horse and a "recovery potion" in his pocket has recently been chasing and killing any fleeing "poor regiment" all over the country like crazy.
The knights who believe in "absolute loyalty" are ruthless and do not leave alive wherever they go. The poor army, which had gathered up to millions, now has to carry out guerrilla tactics with the knights in the barren jungle, and they are forced to disperse into tens of thousands. A small army of human units, and then took advantage of the small number of the "Scott Orthodox Knights" to escape the suppression.
…Of course, the so-called “guerrilla warfare” is more knowledgeable for the poor to escape unilaterally. They cannot have fought a well-trained orthodox army, let alone be an opponent of any professional, when the enemy comes. At that time, these old, weak, sick and disabled had to move their positions immediately.
Perhaps since then, the "Mutual Aid Poverty Army" has become a "mutual aid fleeing team." The fragmented organizations of the poor are all lingering under the ruthless suppression of the imperial army. The army led by Tikka himself is no exception.
In the night, the huge army camp was filled with an atmosphere of sadness and despair. Next to the camps lay some tired "soldiers", and the dirty medical camps were full of painful and moaning wounds. The poor poor people couldn’t understand why, suddenly, the nobles who had pacified their hungry poor people in the first two months suddenly had to entangle the army to carry out such a cruel cleansing, and they didn’t know that they should flee to. When can I regain a quiet life.
Every escape brings a little hope, and every hope will only turn into despair. In the end, these starving poor people have become numb, and they no longer continue to chant their "great leader" Ganati Ka's name is no longer even complaining and cursing about the hunger cramps in the abdomen.
The camp of the poor is full of despair and sorrow, and in the middle of the "army" camp, the largest "commander's camp" is just as low.
At this moment, in this dark and deep night as always, Ganatika was lying on the bed with a low expression.
The people outside can be desperate, numb, sorrowful, and unable to extricate themselves, but as a leader, Ganatika cannot despair, let alone numb, even if he knows more information that is very unfavorable to his "mutual aid society", even if he At this time, the body is still weak and difficult to move, but Ganatika still has to rack his brains to think about the theoretically non-existent "way out", and then try to appease the poor who are on the verge of giving up on the next day...
It is precisely because of this that even after passing through the Mosenkai Manor and his entourage, Ganatika, who was at the peak of his official rank, was fortunately promoted to become a master warrior, but he still couldn't have the slightest joy in his heart.
Looking at the top of the camp swaying in the wind, and sniffing the fragrance of medicine in the air of the camp, Ganatica asked Pandora in despair:
"Pandora... the nobles are crazy... They want to kill everyone! Fatty, Leon... They also sacrificed, no one can help us unconditionally... It's all because of the weirdness Crystal, it's all because of my...wrong decision"?
Ganatika's voice is full of confusion and helplessness. This is not because the teenager's psychological endurance is too poor, but because the current situation is developing too badly!
In the "Mosenkai Manor Raid", the high-end combat power of the Mutual Aid Society was almost annihilated, and only Ganatika and Pandora, who were seriously weakened due to the influence of the gray crystal, left Red Valley City alive.
Immediately afterwards, before Ganatika could heal his wounds, the crazy Scott royal nobles suddenly launched a purge against the Mutual Aid Association. All members of the Mutual Aid Association became the so-called "treason and rebellious party" overnight. , And Ganatika had to quickly set up the "Poor People's Mutual Aid Army" to fight against it.
You know, this kind of confrontation, which can be called war, is clearly what Ganatica has been trying to avoid. He organized the poor to unite for "friendly" negotiations with the nobles. The kind and lawful "braves" never thought about it. Solve the problem with blood and killing!
And Ganatika is not stupid. He knows that some poor people who can’t get enough to eat can’t defeat the knight army led by powerful professionals. Faced with the "slaughter" of the nobles, as a "leader", he is extremely helpless. "Braves" can only make all the poor soldiers avoid and retreat blindly, and then delay as much as possible to find a way.
But now a full month has passed, the bark in the fields and jungles has to be eaten up as "military rations." The already precarious army of the poor is finally on the verge of collapse, but the weak and weak "braves" are still Did not think of any practical way!
It was precisely because of this failure of depression that Ganatika, who was lying limp on the hospital bed, couldn't help falling into deep self-doubt and self-guilt.
In the face of the real "no way" in front of me... Even the "brave" with firm conviction can't say a sonorous and firm declaration.
End of this Chapter
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