Chapter 1074: The Power of Individuals Overcome the Group

"Twenty nobility, if I go to the battlefield, how can I get a title above the tenth nobility with the merits of my ability?"

A burly and majestic young man with angular faces carried a hoe stained with soil, returned to the village, looked at the villagers shrouded in a joyful and celebratory atmosphere, and thought to himself.

"What are you thinking?" At this moment, an old voice came from behind him, the young man turned around, and suddenly saw a slightly rickety but still strong old man looking at him.

"Nothing!" The young man turned his head involuntarily and avoided his father's dull gaze.

"Want to join the army? Go to the battlefield to fight for others?" The old man asked in a flat voice, but the more insipid it was, the more fearful the young man's face.

"No." The young man immediately denied his father's words. He knew that his father hated those who were in power.

The specific reason is unclear, but he estimates that it may be because of what happened to his father when he was young, otherwise it would not be the current attitude.

"No? Then you'd better cover up the envious emotion on your face, I'm not blind." The old man said lightly.

"Uh." The young man rubbed his face a little embarrassedly. He felt that he should not behave so badly. Although he was indeed very envious, he should not be so obvious.

"Go back, don't look at it, the more you look, the more envious you become."

"Oh." The young man followed behind the old man who was a few heads shorter than him, obediently like a child.

When they returned to their home, the young man couldn't help but look at his neighbor's house. It was a newly built house with green bricks and green tiles, in stark contrast to his dilapidated earthen house.

This is his neighbor's son,

It was also one of the awards he received after he became the first duke when he joined the army and made military exploits on the battlefield. He watched with his own eyes an official led a group of craftsmen to destroy his neighbor's property in a short period of time. Dilapidated earthen houses were toppled and new houses were built.

This is just a part of the reward that his young man got after he became a prince, and he also won an acre of land and a servant for farming. .

His Fa Xiao is just an ordinary person. He knows all his abilities. To put it in a nasty way, even if he stands still with his hands behind his back, letting his Fa Xiao attack him, it will be hard to hurt him. But it is such an ordinary person, after entering the battlefield, how can he be so peaceful.

And he clearly has power far beyond that of ordinary people. He has completed four awakenings at a young age, but he can only nest in such a small place and follow his father as a farmer. With such disparate treatment, who would not Some ideas.

"Hey, it's Alan, you and your father came back from the field." Just as the young man followed his father back into the house, a thin, dark-skinned woman carried a crock pot from the next door. When she saw the young man, she greeted him very warmly.

"Yeah, I just came back from the field." The young Alan smiled awkwardly.

"Really, at a young age, why don't you go to the battlefield like my son? Don't you feel embarrassed that all the good years are wasted on the ground?"

Glancing at the old man who had already entered the house, the woman who used to work all the time muttered to the young man.

"Farming is good, at least you can live in peace. If you go to the battlefield, you might die at some point." At this moment, a voice came from the house.

"What are you talking about!" Hearing this voice, the woman stopped immediately. She threw the crock pot in her hand to the ground and shouted at the young man's house.

"Aunt, calm down, you know my father's temper, that's the kind of person, don't be angry with him, it's not worth it." Seeing that his father made others angry, the young man had to bow his head Reassure the woman with a smile.

Fortunately, the woman did not care too much with the young man, but picked up the fragments of the earthen crock pot and returned to her house, while the young man returned to his house with his hoe on his back.

"Father, my aunt kindly came to give me advice. Why do you say such things to others?"

"Good intentions? Suggestions?" Hearing his son's words, the old man's eyebrows rose immediately, "I tell you, all nobles..."

"In today's country of Guy, there are no nobles anymore. The original group of nobles have been expelled by the king." Hearing his father's words, the young man whispered to remind his father of the mistake in his words.

"I haven't finished speaking, why are you interrupting?" The old man glared at the young man, "I tell you, all those in power, for those of us from the bottom, only want to take advantage of them, and they will not be treated equally. us.

It's like the military merits and titles of the current monarch of our country. Isn't this just using the benefits that ordinary people can't refuse to make those soldiers work for him? "

"Isn't this good? Ordinary soldiers defended their homeland desperately, and then used the mobile phone of the enemy to get a reward." The young man responded, he felt that this system was very good, and the rewards and punishments were clear, "You can't count on the king. Give us the land and these houses for nothing!"

"Don't be stubborn with me, I don't care what you think. In short, you are not allowed to join the army, and you are not allowed to fight for those in power." There was a trace of anger on the old man's face, as if he remembered what happened when he was young.

"How can you say that, now other countries are invading our country, and this war is also protecting our own land." The youth retorted.

"That's not your turn. Even if Guy's country is destroyed, it's definitely not because you didn't participate in the war." The old man's attitude was very firm.

"If everyone thinks like you, it's not surprising that the country of Guy is not perished?" The young man was also extremely dissatisfied.

The aunt's words just now said that he had gone to the bottom of his heart. He spent all his good years and great strength on the land, which was simply wasting time.

"You are not allowed to join the army. I will stress it again for the last time. If you dare to go, I will break your legs."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either. Do you just want to keep me in this backcountry? If you want me to be mediocre, why did you urge me to practice in the first place?"

Hearing his father's warning, the youth's anger was also stirred up. At his age, it is natural that he cannot escape the temptation of fame. He also wants to return to his hometown in honor, and he also wants to enjoy the glory, wealth and honor, and be admired by all people.

These are obviously things that he can easily get, but because of his father's prohibition, he is restrained, and he is a farmer in the field.

"I urge you to practice because the current world is too chaotic, I just want you to have some self-defense." After the old man left a sentence, he went to prepare the meal.

When night fell, when the young man practiced for a period of time according to the habits he had cultivated since childhood, he turned over and lay down to fall asleep, but he tossed and turned, and it was always difficult to sleep.

Because his heart is uneasy, he is not reconciled, and he is not satisfied with what he has now. He wants to get better and enjoy better.

"My father must have suffered something when he was young, so he was dissatisfied with those in power, and he probably enjoyed everything, so he can look down on everything now, but I'm different."

The young man was thinking secretly in bed, struggling in his heart, and he was in a tangle. From childhood to adulthood, he did not obey his father in almost everything, but this time he was not going to continue to obey.

"He's my father, he can give me advice, but I'm not his puppet. I don't need to listen to him in everything. I have my own opinion and I want to do what I want to do."

The young man sat up from the bed, then listened carefully to the sound of even breathing from the next room, and waited quietly. Finally, he gritted his teeth, opened the window of his room, turned over and left the dilapidated mud house.

What the young man didn't notice was that when he left, the even and steady breathing from the room next to him was interrupted, and a long sigh sounded instead.

"Ugh!"

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"The development of the war should stop now. The fields you have obtained from those nobles are almost divided. If you continue to fight, you will already face the embarrassing situation of no reward."

"Is there not enough land for the reward? It's good to fight it out. There are so many lands in other countries."

Hearing his father's warning, Morea smiled indifferently. He knew very well that when the military merit award was thoroughly implemented, the entire army and the entire country would turn into a monster full of desire for expansion.

"But the food is not enough. Don't forget, now most of the young people in the country have been attracted to the battlefield by military merit."

"Well, I see." Hearing the food issue, Morea also sighed helplessly. Even if the morale of the army is high, both officers and soldiers are eager for war, but it cannot change the fact that the food reserves of the Guye country are getting scarce, and no matter how high the morale is, it cannot replace the food to fill the stomach.

"I'll take action to end this war."

When the strength of an individual reaches a certain height, it can surpass the group, and Morea is such an existence, and his combat power is far above the average level of the strong in the Ymir Plain.

The powerhouses on the Ymir Plain generally have six awakenings. Only the country of Yas may have seven awakenings, but it is only possible, and the news has not been confirmed yet.

Morea's combat power, he himself can't determine which level he is at, but the only certainty is that his combat power is higher than seven awakenings, and he has the qualification to end the war at any time.

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