The old mercenary who has been on the battlefield for many years, although he is not sure to win every battle, but never leaves the battlefield with empty hands, ended his short memories and walked towards Xiao Ram and the others with a snort. There was nothing to say about slaughtering some rebellious slaves, and his only reward came from the salary paid to him by Xiao Ram and others, if he hadn't come here for another mission, he wouldn't have delayed a minute or a second in this desert.

Now, anyway, Ram and the others can't spare their hands to support his current employer until the slave rebellion is suppressed, so why not take a part-time job by the way? Based on this plan, the old mercenary agreed to the kind invitation of Xiao Ram and the others, and his combat effectiveness did not live up to the expectations of the other party, those slaves were not their opponents at all, and they could barely support it because of the special terrain of this desert.

"The truth is above, we must kill all these pups!" Little Ram said, "They will not be allowed to stir up trouble in the land of truth!" ”

The others hammered on the back of their swords in agreement, with Faris striking the hardest, and in this repression he acted more violently than many of those who had lost relatives and friends in the slave rebellion, for he was a former slave freed by proselytizing to the truth, and he hated his fellow man far more than the other native slave owners. If the slaughter of the rebellious slaves by others is a blow to the enemy, then he is a blow to himself in the past - if the rebellious slaves succeed in gaining freedom, then what is he who bends his knees in advance? He must prove his choice right with the tragic death of his blood compatriots!

The old mercenaries had no doubt that they would achieve the ultimate victory, after all, this was their territory. They are indigenous here and are familiar with the terrain of a qiē. They were also helped by local parishioners. Even if not, their advantages are obvious. They can get supplies from the Catholics both locally and elsewhere, who are well-trained, well-armed, and mighty warriors who have been roaming the nations for many years, even if they outnumber their foreign armies, and how pitiful their opponents are!

The rebellious foreign slaves were as disadvantaged as Ram and the others - they were in a foreign land, surrounded by hostile infidels, without any support or supplies. Nor did they have proper military training, and they were not so much confrontational as they fled—the only trouble was that neither the proud little Ram, nor the hated fellow-man, were unwilling to let go of a rebellious slave—no, they all swore by their truth that they would not withdraw until the last rebellious slave had been burned at the stake!

The old mercenary shook his head. He didn't think it was a wise move to use such a force to chase those lost dogs in this desert, but he also knew that it would be equally unwise to use this reason to persuade Xiao Ram and the others, and his real employer was still waiting for his good news!

By that time...... Neustria will be immersed in blood and fire......

And the bodies of Rahm and Faris may also be soaked in the blood of their favorite heretics......

That's a beautiful picture......

The old mercenary smiled happily as if he agreed, and Ram nodded happily at him. "Good job, brother!" Then, he glanced towards the sea to the north. On the other side of the sea, he was hit by an arrow. Let him wolf bèi flee back to Neustria, the proud little prince has always remembered this feud. He wouldn't spare the damned infidels, just as he didn't spare one of these doomed slaves now, he would......

He swung his knife and slashed at the corpse at his feet, imagining what it would feel like to slash into the body of the Neustrian royal family.

The others laughed rudely and began to talk about the celebration after the hunt for the rebel slaves, while others were even more impatient, "These are nothing! When we conquer the kingdom of Neustria in the north, slaves, honey, and gold and silver will flow like the sea! Little Ram shouted, "Thank you for the truth!" Praise the truth! His left hand grasped the void, as if he had grasped the hair of a female captive.

"Praise the truth! Truth is higher than one qiē! The truth that stipulates that all other people in the world are our slaves is higher than one qiē! The others shouted.

"Huh." The old mercenary sneered in his heart, he didn't think there was any truth in this world that favored certain monkeys, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to remind these monkeys, and he would use these monkeys to take a liking for him in the sea of corpses and blood: "Thank you for the truth for giving us such a good opportunity!" A great opportunity to punish those who have no faith and do not believe in the truth! He pretended to pray, and the prayer brought him closer to the men.

While these people were cheering for the slaughter and the slaughter to come, on the beach not far away, the fugitive slaves were tying the driftwood and seaweed drifting to the beach into improvised rafts with their bloody hands, and they were going to cross the ocean on this first creation, not afraid of the storms of the sea, but how gentle and harmless the sea was compared to the slave owners who chased after them!

"May St. Aubrey bless!" Their leader muttered a prayer, "Deliver us out of the sea of suffering!" "If it were possible, they would not want to linger in this land for a moment, the murderous slave owners and their dogs would chase after them at any time, and their work of making rafts was so slow!

Although, it was actually themselves who were saving them.

The nascent kingdom of Neustria seemed unaware of the malice surging around her, and her land was alive with life, and the morning sun shone on the busy shipyards as well as on the equally busy decks, where people from the old times, who knew whether or not they would be beaten or not, were not determined by their cuteness or "co-religion brothers," but by whether they had a strong enough stick in their hands, were working hard to make and maintain it.

"Help! Help! "The lazy Belier never imagined that one day he would be on the errand of climbing the mast, holding the mast that undulated in the wind and waves.

"He told me yesterday that as a reserve military staff officer, he can't always do some low-level things (such as wiping decks), he has to stand tall to see far." The beautiful former robber knight, now the commander-in-chief of the navy, did not feel the slightest sympathy for the lazy worm above his head, and he crossed his two long legs and leisurely explained the origin of the noise to the amber-eyed deputy next to him, "I am a benevolent, reasonable superior. ”

The lazy worm now misses the former boss of the Neustrian court who was known for his bad temper and strange words, and even if he was nowhere near as reasonable as the one he is now, he would not have sent him to climb the mast!

Although it is true that ...... "stand high and see far"......

From where he was, you could see the busy crowd of people going to work, people doing business, and people making pilgrimages...... You can even see the white roof of the cadre hospital hidden in the shade of the trees in the distance......

The ascetic slowly opened his eyes, and the air was filled with a pleasant aroma of fresh bread, leaves and grass, surrounded by whitewashed walls, windows slightly open, and sunlight shining right on his forehead. He tilted his head, oh, of course, he was lying on a bed that was extremely soft, and exuded that nice smell peculiar to freshly dried clothes, and even his own breath was pleasant, the smell of a freshly bathed shower?

His eyes widened as he looked at his pale arms and palms. (To be continued......)