Keir didn't care how his men killed the bandits who escaped and were captured again, and came to the river bank again, commanding the second carriage to rush up towards the river bank.
He came to the horse pulling the cart first, and whispered some words of encouragement to the familiar horse. The Northland horse, which he had obtained from bandits near Bingxun Pass, rubbed his face against Kiel's helmet affectionately. Then nod.
"Work hard!"
Encouraging the horses, Keir came to the rear of the carriage, took a deep breath of moist cool air, then leaned down again and grabbed the rear of the carriage: "Let's go!"
The young man who was driving the cart immediately shook the reins and urged the horses to pull the cart with all their strength. The soft river bank mud splashed as the four hooves churned.
Keel also straightened his waist at the same time, lifting the rear wheel of the carriage with both arms. As the carriage moved forward, he moved his legs one step ahead, lying on the water flow of the small river and the mud and pebbles at the bottom of the river, and at the same time he was about to lift the carriage up, he also gave the carriage a forward thrust.
Kiel's two northern horses were not as strong as the prairie horses in the western provinces, so this time Kiel worked harder to lift the carriage and push it forward.
"Lu Lulu!"
The northern horse also exerted all its strength, shaking its head and tail and pulling the leather lasso on its body.
Soon, the second carriage went up like this.
The young man driving the carriage also took the initiative to let the horse relax the moment the carriage got on, so as to avoid rushing a long distance in one breath.
The people who had already been waiting on the river bank helped each other climb up the carriage again after the horses pulling the cart relaxed and calmed down. They honestly and proactively piled up the messy supplies in the carriage, and then sat next to each other.
The four rescued girls who were frail and frail were also dragged by the hand of the young man driving the carriage, and finally climbed into the carriage. Although they were mentally weak, they still opened their eyes curiously to observe a somewhat different young knight like Kiel.
What's the difference, I can't figure out their shallow life experience, but their instincts feel that they can trust the young knight who killed a robber.
"This Lord Knight, what should I call him?"
The slightly older girl in the lead asked the young man driving the car.
But in fact, this young man only knew Kiel today, and he couldn't even pronounce Kiel's name.
"Uh, uh, uh."
He faltered for a while, but couldn't explain why, then lowered his head with regret.
On the contrary, the old man in the same car holding a sleepy boy answered the rescued girl's question. The old man helped the waterproof animal skin cap he picked up to block the rain: "I heard the young knight say it once, it seems to be His name is Joe, Joe Keel. Judging from his accent, it seems that he is not from nearby people, but rather like someone from the north of the kingdom.”
Everyone else didn't pay attention to the accent, but the old man who has been traveling all his life started to analyze it.
The carriage took a few steps away from the climbing bank to avoid colliding with the last carriage. Not far behind, armed young people escorted the thieves with silent heads and climbed up from the grassy side of the river bank, and then tied them to the back of the carriage again, while the three corpses were dragged across the river and tied at the waist. A piece of rope was put on, ready to be hung behind the three carriages, to accompany the bandits.
This is a stark warning, telling them not to play tricks, and that's what happens when they run away.
The old man's voice sounded: "The kingdom is young, and most of its population has migrated from other places. Among them, the empire has the largest number of people. But although the people of the empire also use the common language, the language is still slightly different from place to place."
Although the old man was only talking to himself, the people around him were fine anyway, so they all pricked up their ears to listen to what the old man would say, so as to prevent them from recalling the memory and pain of being tortured and imprisoned by the bandits.
"The population in the eastern part of the kingdom is the largest, but most of the population comes from the adjacent western part of the empire. If you go to the capital in the future, you will find that it is no different from the empire in the towns outside the capital. What is the empire like? , it’s just like outside the capital.”
"The people there are the accents of the population in the west of the empire. As for the people in the southern provinces, they are those who escaped from the holy land in the southwestern part of the empire, and their accents are very mixed. When I was young, most of the local languages still remained the same. A relatively uniform accent. But when I get old, decades will pass, and the accents of the people in the southern provinces will be quite different."
There was a smile on the old man's rough face: "Everyone stopped moving after they settled down, and each place gradually developed its own set of accents. Hey, it's so fast, but in my short life, Wang Guojianguo In less than half the time so far, everyone has differentiated into different ways of speaking."
He shook his head, as if he felt that the future of the southern province was not very good, not to mention the current chaotic situation that led to his rescue. Last year, there was a big defeat, which led to the noble knights from all over the province having to gather on a large scale, gathering more troops than last year before they dared to launch an attack.
But if they also lose this year, it will really be over.
In the next decade or so, except for some parts of the provincial capital, peace can be maintained, and it is estimated that other places will have to mess up.
Including but not limited to, bandits from all over the country took advantage of the situation and became a local threat; secondly, the defeated army who fled back home occupied small towns, causing wars;
On a deeper level, the loss of the lower local nobles will inevitably lead to the expansion of the upper nobles, and the royal party will inevitably suppress the noble council in the southern provinces.
The old man didn't dare to think anymore, he shook his head, and then talked about the source of population and accent of the western provinces.
"In addition to some migrants from the southern and central provinces, the people in the western provinces are actually landless people who fled from the southern countries. Although the population composition is the most complex, it is precisely the western provinces that On the contrary, the province is a place where there is no accent."
"why?"
The boy in the old man's arms woke up at some point, and he asked curiously.
Perhaps, the boy hadn't actually fallen asleep.
"It's very complicated. From what I have seen and heard in the western provinces when I was doing business, haha, the terrain there is flat, there are many people doing business, the land is suitable for grazing but not for farming, and the population flow is also very large. Do you know each other all day long? There are so many people talking and communicating with each other, and the accent will naturally disappear.”
As if seeing the doubt in the young man's eyes, the old man explained carefully: "Think about it, if you speak your hometown dialect, will a customer who bought something for you today come again?"
The teenager shook his head.
"That's right, the other party will only find a shop stall that can communicate smoothly next time, because he can't understand you, and he is also afraid of losing money in the transaction. Only when both parties feel satisfied and beneficial, the transaction will continue. Once one party feels that there is something wrong, this invisible transaction line will be easily broken."
"In addition, the two powerful external threats in the western province have also helped the exchanges between various places. Does any of you know which two survival crises the western province is facing?"
Facing the old man's question, the young people in the same car shook their heads shyly. Only then did they realize how shallow their life book was compared to the old man. Not to mention it is a classic tome, it can't even compare to the bookkeeping books in the hands of vendors.
Even the young refugees holding weapons next to the carriage raised their heads and ears, hoping that the old man could tell more news that they didn't know.
In the end, a frustrated middle-aged businessman in the corner of the same car rubbed his face, and said with a dejected expression: "I have been to the western provinces, and I have run in Montoka City twice, and I heard people say that they Soldiers have to be dispatched every year to the local earl, go, to fight against what sea?"
"Grass Sea."
"A large number of beasts and monsters rush out of Caohai every year, and go straight to the human towns and settlements closest to Caohai. Therefore, soldiers from all over the western provinces have to be dispatched to serve, and they are uniformly under the earl's command."
He went on to say: "So, young people from all over the world gather together to face the same inhuman danger, get to know each other, and then they return to their hometown, which makes the western provinces have no difference in speaking and accent."
"What about the other one?"
A girl curled up in her sister's arms with her eyes open like a deer, and mustered up the courage to ask about the survival crisis of another western province.
The old man smiled and stretched out his hand towards the height of 1.34 meters in front of him: "The other one is a dwarf. But I have never seen a dwarf outside the kingdom, but I heard from a familiar friend that the people in the western provinces Beyond the borders of the gods in the west is the kingdom of the dwarves. They will launch military attacks in a few years, and they will be very fierce."
At this time, the old man suddenly thought of something. He coughed twice and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, if this southern border war took place in the western provinces, it probably would have ended last year, right? The neighboring country to the south is just a small country." It’s nothing more than a country, how could it be made into what it is now. Hey, they are all provinces of the kingdom, and their strength is so much worse, where is the problem?”
The answer that this knowledgeable old man didn't know, the young people around him naturally couldn't say one, two, three.
They were aroused to talk, and turned to what the dwarves were like in the stories they had heard.
The dwarves in human stories have always looked stupid and arrogant. No one has ever seen or understood what they look like.
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Keel finally lifted the third carriage up.
He rinsed his combat boots and palms by the river, then rode on the blood licking grass and ran towards the river bank.
"Set off!"
After Kiel shouted, the team distinguished the east-west direction and walked west along the trade road.
The team walked much faster on the flat commercial road, the carriages no longer creaked and swayed, and the young people didn't have to worry about being scared by the poisonous snakes that suddenly popped out of the grass on the flat commercial road without grass.
The robbers were miserable. They looked at the corpses of the robbers beside them being dragged behind the carriage, and it was hard not to think that the rabbits and foxes would end up in the same way before long.
The bandits all thought that, despite the young knight's promise to surrender to avoid death, but only judging from the opponent's aggressive style and the young refugees around who cursed and followed them from time to time, surrender might only slow down the time of death.
A few bandits regretted it. If they knew that they would die in the end, they should have died together with their brothers, so that their bodies could be burned with flames after death, and their souls might be able to join them as companions when they went to the afterlife. .
Although it is indispensable to compete with the young refugees who died at the same time.
In this way, the team walked for an hour through the thin rain, and finally saw a continuous fire in the distance in a boundless dark rain.
The fire light was only a small point when viewed from a distance, but as they got closer, the scale became larger.
What the rescued people on the carriage saw together was too many people beyond their expectations.
"This scale?"
The old man moved the unsuitable large waterproof animal skin cap, muttering to himself.
"No wonder, no wonder we were able to defeat the team of bandits. There are so many people here, no wonder." The old man was surprised that the young knight led so many people, while a frustrated middle-aged man in the same car blinked his eyelids, eyes in their sockets Turn slowly.
This person's intuition is sending him the last and most important chance to turn around at this point in his life.
"People, so many people. The young knight's subordinates." He muttered to himself, as if he had caught something, but he didn't seem to have caught it.
Hearing the man's soliloquy, the old man turned his head and looked at the frustrated middle-aged man. He was still kind-hearted and reminded: "Looking at the scale, there are at least hundreds of people. The food and clothing of so many people is exactly what we have. It's time for businessmen to cheer up and show their skills. Young people, seize this opportunity."
His eyes quickly changed from confused to clear and energetic. The middle-aged frustrated businessman stared straight at his eyes. First, he confirmed once again that there were hundreds of people beside the fire in the distance, hundreds of people who obeyed the young knight. Then he looked at the old man who was holding a shrinking boy.
He knew that boy, if there was no old man to drive away the rats, the boy would have been killed by a mouse as big as a cat biting his throat when he was unconscious. And after that, the old man also gave a lot of his own food to the depressed young man.
Everyone saw all this, but at that time everyone was in danger, and no one cared about the old man's 'meaningless' behavior. Only when the old man persuades the boy to eat, will he repeatedly talk about the chance of turning his fate and other consoling words to the boy.
But everyone did not expect that the tragic fate would reach the most desperate moment during the bandit civil war, but at the most desperate moment, it was rescued by the young knight who appeared suddenly.
"You, aren't you also a businessman? And just now, what you said just now, you must be very capable! Why?"
The middle-aged people don't know, don't the old people who are also businessmen take this opportunity to make a comeback?
Remind him in vain and give him the opportunity to do it.
You know, among those who were rescued, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, except for the young man and a middle-aged wealthy businessman's wife, the others were the managers and leaders of the chamber of commerce captured by the bandits.
Some are even the founders of small chambers of commerce.
Faced with the doubts of the middle-aged man, the old man smiled and pointed to himself: "I am not young at all. This time I was robbed and captured by bandits, and I was imprisoned and tortured for half a year. It is impossible to return home alive. After all, the journey It's far away, I'm very satisfied that the ashes can go back."
"And I don't have to worry about my family. To be honest, if I hadn't been a businessman all my life, I wouldn't be able to stay idle when I was old, and I wouldn't have this catastrophe and suffering. I should have enjoyed the blessings at home long ago and cultivated the younger generation. "
Speaking of this, the old man stroked the hair of the young man shivering in his arms: "But it's not bad now, all the experience and knowledge of this old man, there are also people who are responsible, and they are not afraid that nothing will be left behind after death."
The middle-aged man nodded: "Do you need me to take your letter and that one later, and find a chance to bring it back to your hometown? Count me as a repayment of this kindness."
The old man shook his head, and deliberately glanced down at the young man, only for the middle-aged man to see: "That's it."
"so?"
"so."
The middle-aged man nodded knowingly, and then whispered to the old man about how to be the first to catch the young knight's attention in the next opportunity.
The old man didn't say much, but just gave this person a few points that he had observed. For the rest, the other party was not a fledgling young businessman, so he naturally had his own abilities, so he didn't need to remind him.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath of the cold air, looking at the approaching clearing and fire, and hundreds of young people.
He felt that the opportunity to turn his life around was right in front of him, and it must be his, and it would be his.