Two Hundred and Fifty-Three Accustomed To

The man walked along the street dizzy. He didn't know what he was doing, but the image of wearing half-armor really made him look different, so many people turned their attention to him.

Step by step, this man was like a corpse, torturing himself inwardly as he walked: What happened just now? An enemy just walked in front of him, and then confiscated his matching sword...

That was the pairing sword his father left him, that was the pairing sword that he often tied around his waist, that was the pairing sword that once accompanied him and made him act chivalrous and righteous!

Now that his matching sword is not on him, he handed it over to his enemy with his own hands, and it is the attitude of avoiding it. The other party just stretched out his hand, and he quickly handed over his weapon.

He didn't know why he became so timid, he looked at his toes helplessly, took steps that made him feel shameful, and hated himself.

For him, everything that just happened, in his opinion, is the most humiliating story in his life.

He felt that he could no longer be ashamed of himself, until he was stopped again.

The man from the Jasno Empire raised his head numbly, looked at a middle-aged officer from Alan Hill standing in front of him, and swallowed nervously. There is also a dagger hidden in his clothes around his waist, and the opponent looks much easier to deal with than the tanks just now.

The man of the Jesno Empire subconsciously remembered the dagger on his waist, and subconsciously prepared to reach out and touch the deadly weapon on his waist.

"What are you doing like you've lost your soul, be happy, the days in the future will be much happier than the ones you're living now! There's no need to frown." The middle-aged officer encouraged and slapped the Jesno man, who was already slightly bent I want to touch my arms around my waist.

Then, in the next second, the middle-aged officer of Ireland Hill grabbed a handful of milk candy from his pocket and stuffed it into the man's hand: "Take it back to the children, they will love it. of." : :

Looking down at the beautifully packaged toffee in his hands, the men of the Jesno Empire felt that they could no longer bear it. He shed big tears and his voice choked up.

"It's alright, life will get better! In Ireland Hill, everyone will have a job, every family will be happy, you are saved by us! Understand? No one will bully you anymore..." The nian officer continued to comfort the man who had lost his soul in front of him, and he cried bitterly as he watched him.

Behind the middle-aged officer, the guards of the palace were neatly stacking their weapons on the stone pavement.

They lined up one by one, honestly like a flock of lambs in front of the Elan Hill grenadiers with bayonets.

The huge king flag of the Jesno Empire was thrown down from the heights one by one, and the black, even larger black king flag of Ailan Hill slowly rose in the eyes of countless locals.

When the super-giant flag was raised to the top of the flagpole of the once noblest palace in the Jasno Empire, the soldiers of Ellen Hill gave a neat cheer. The cheers rose from wave to wave, firm and heavy, calm and high-pitched.

"Long live Ailan Hill! Long live His Majesty Ailan Hill! Long live my emperor!" One voice after another, in this continuous cheer, the middle-aged officer of Ailan Hill patted the front again The arm of the lost man: "Go home!"

The man nodded, turned around and started walking in the direction of home. As he walked, he saw the neatly paced Alan Hill soldiers, carrying Mauser 98K rifles with bayonets inserted into them. These bayonets, which swayed slightly from side to side with their pace, shimmered coldly in the sun.

The soldiers in front of them, carrying their own bags and hanging grenades, passed through the city step by step, and walked to the new battlefield in the south under the watchful eyes of countless locals.

Above the heads of these soldiers, the bomber group that went to bomb the southern cities of the Jasno Empire lined up in neat formations, which seemed to cover the sky.

The man with a handful of candies in his hand walked beside this army, and he suddenly felt that such an army was the real army, and the breath emanating from this army was the kind of breath he yearned for.

"We kill like crazy, we don't stop. The shadow behind you is my hiding place." The soldiers who passed by him sang in a high-pitched voice, and their voices changed a little because they were pulling their voices.

But aren't all military songs emphasized like this? The young soldiers sang loudly, stepping on the land they never dared to think about, but now they have conquered, singing loudly: "We never put away our weapons until your blood solidifies. We never tolerate enemies, because we are born cold."

As he was walking, a passing Alan Hill soldier saw the hand of the toffee that the man was holding in his hand, so he took out a pack of compressed biscuits from his pocket and put it in the hand. above.

The man who was walking forward froze in place, his eyes chasing the soldier who threw him the compressed biscuits. As a result, just as he looked at each other, another soldier left his extra bag of beautifully packaged instant noodles to this poor-looking man.

"Bring it back to the child!" An Alan Hill officer who held a pistol on his waist and led his team through here was much younger than the man from the Jesno Empire in front of him, and put a dried cabbage in his hand on the instant noodles. superior.

"You're dressed so funny! Thank you for coming out and performing! Jesno people are so kind!" A soldier who might have been drinking a little "hi" in the town he passed by yesterday put the ordinary fruit candy in his hand with a smile on his face. on top of dried vegetables.

"..." I didn't come out to beg for food! The man Xu Xiao couldn't help but stuck this sentence in his throat, looking at the soldiers of Alan Hill who had traveled all the way to the capital of the Jasno Empire, wondering what he should do.

The passing soldiers of Ireland Hill regarded him as a local who came out to welcome him. After all, he was wearing a half-armor, and his big belly was very happy, and it looked like some kind of clumsy funny performance...

When he walked back to his home, he was already carrying a cloth bag in his hand. In this pocket, there are packaged fried noodles, instant noodles, compressed biscuits. There are dried vegetables, bread and sweets.

He handed the toffee that was so expensive in the Jesno Empire to his children, and then sat silently on the sofa made by Alan Hill, and began to take off his armor.

Originally, he thought it was embarrassing enough to have his sword confiscated, but what he didn't expect was that later he was regarded as a beggar, and he threw so much food for him...

"Dad! I love you so much!" A boy shoved a toffee into his mouth and burst into tears. This thing is so delicious, so delicious that he feels that he is the happiest person in the world.

The other children were surrounding the boy, shouting in vain. In normal times, as their father, this man from the Jesno Empire would definitely scold them to keep them quiet, but now, the father is sitting on the sofa, quietly removing the straps on the inside of his wrist guards. rope.

"My dear, I thought you wouldn't be able to come back." The hostess, who was crying bitterly with her pockets in her arms, had the pleasure of the rest of her life. Half an hour ago, she thought she was going to lose her husband, but now her husband I came back safely and brought back a lot of food that looked good.

"I..." The man wanted to explain his own experience, how he went from a crazy soldier to a pathetic beggar so quickly. He thought he was already embarrassing enough, but he didn't expect to become more embarrassing later.

"As long as you are all right! Darling! Just as long as you are all right!" The woman stepped forward to comfort her husband, then happily took the food out of her cloth pocket: "Those Alan Hill people look pretty good. What are they doing for you?"

"I..." The man had the urge to slap his head to death on the sofa when his scar was uncovered. He shook his head in shame and refused to answer what kind of humiliation he experienced just now.

"My God! Are these guys so rich?" At the bottom of the cloth pocket, the woman found a coin. I heard that this kind of coin from Alan Hill, which is rare in Jasno, can be bought. Less good stuff.

The man finally spoke up, showing off the important information he had just heard: "The colorful banknotes you put aside have a larger denomination... Those coins are worth more than those coins..."

"So much? My God! What did you do? Robbery?" The woman looked at the money and said in surprise.

"Do I have the guts..." The man finally gave up and sighed: "My sword was confiscated... They thought I was an idiot, an idiot, and deliberately dressed so funny to greet them..."

"They must have met a lot of people like me along the way, so they are all used to it." As the man said, he lowered his head lonely.

"There's nothing wrong with it! My dear! You see, people in this country like Alan Hill to rule, so that means they're good people." Women's views are a bit different from men's.

There is nothing wrong with a woman's life if someone provides her children's supper and enriches her family.

"Stop doing stupid things, okay? Promise me, dear." The woman hugged her husband again and asked softly.

"I won't do stupid things again... Today, I'm like an idiot." The man hugged his woman and laughed at himself depressed.