Chapter 1093 The Never-Ending War

The wind gently blew across the field, the golden wheat waves undulating with the wind, the farmer with the bamboo hat on his head straightened up from the rice field, looked at the winged man who came with the wind, and let out an exclamation. After that, he bent down again.

Although as their king got married, more and more winged people came from afar, but it had nothing to do with them and basically had no effect on their lives.

You can live your life how you want it to be. It's still the same as before. If you want to eat and wear warmly, and not starve or freeze, you still have to rely on your own hands. However, there are still some changes.

A winged man in a dark blue uniform flew in the distant sky. After he flew over this paddy field, he did not leave as quickly as the previous winged man, but circled in a circle, as if to identify terrain.

Soon, he confirmed that this was his destination, so the winged man landed quickly: "Who is John Deere's family? There is a letter from him."

"Huh?" From the words of the winged man, an old farmer keenly noticed the familiar words, straightened his waist from the wheat field, and looked at the winged man who was hovering at a low altitude above the wheat field.

"I'm his father."

"Can someone prove to you that you are John Deere's father?" The winged man quickly flew in front of the old farmer, and then asked with a serious expression.

"Hey, I still have to prove that my son is my son?" Hearing the wingman's words, the old peasant was instantly happy.

"Yes, you must prove to me that John Deere is your son, otherwise, I can't give you the letter he gave me." The winged man, who looked quite young, said with a serious look.

"How do I need to prove this?" The old farmer's face suddenly showed embarrassment. It was the first time he had encountered such a request.

"You can show documents related to John Deere's identity, such as a birth certificate."

"Birth certificate? A birth certificate is required. What is this?" The old man said that he was a little confused.

"This is a new policy implemented after the emperor ordered a national census. After each newborn is born, the local government must issue a relevant birth certificate. If it has not been issued before, it must also be completed."

"But I'm in the countryside. There are only one or two village officials. Where can someone give me this birth certificate?" , with longing in his eyes.

"If it really doesn't work, you can ask others to prove it to you." The winged messenger gritted his teeth and replied.

"It's simple, you can just ask, who doesn't know that John Deere is my son." The old man's face showed a hint of complacency. The son who joined the army has always been his pride. , because the land he is now tilling is what his son had earned for him from the battlefield.

"I need to spend a little more time, to confirm, I need to wait for a while, do you mind?"

"Okay, you go to confirm, just ask." The old farmer said with a smile that he didn't mind, and asked him to ask casually.

Soon he went to other farmlands and asked the wingmen of a dozen or so farmers to fly back to their original places, and then solemnly unwrapped the package that was hanging on his chest and handed it to him. Farmer farming.

"Let me see what's there." The old farmer couldn't wait to unpack the package, and then saw a letter and a heavy wooden box.

The old peasant opened the wooden box and glanced at it.

Then he slammed it shut again, and there were all large-denomination gold bills inside. There was no doubt that it was his son's military merit in exchange.

But the old peasant, who had long since stopped worrying about food and clothing, didn't care about these banknotes at all, and all his attention was on the envelope in his hand.

"That, the winged youngster, can I read what's written on it?" After the old peasant opened the envelope, his face suddenly showed embarrassment, because he didn't know any of the words on it.

"Okay, this is my duty." The winged messenger who waited and didn't leave nodded. That's why he hasn't left now. Reading letters is also a job requirement.

"Okay." The old farmer handed the letter in his hand to the winged messenger.

"Father: You don't need to worry at home, I have a good time in the army..." The winged messenger read out the contents of the envelope word by word.

There is nothing special, just a young man who left home to join the army, describing all his experiences in the army. However, like most family letters, the content of the envelope is to report good news and not bad news, and everything said is good news.

Therefore, when the old farmer heard the contents of the family letter, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he seemed to be in a very happy mood.

"...I won two levels of the enemy's head in this conflict..." It was still good news but not bad news. In the letter, the young man described the process of obtaining military merit to his father, but the old peasant's forehead was disturbed during this process. Stopped in a cold sweat.

"...Father, you must take care of your body, remember to eat well, drink well, sleep well, and drink plenty of hot water."

The winged messenger slowly read the last sentence of the letter from the family, and then looked up at the dumbfounded old farmer, who was still worried about the process of his son's military achievements.

"I have finished reading the family letter, if you don't need anything, I will..." After the winged messenger completed all his tasks, he was ready to leave.

"Young son, why do you think there are so many battles? After my son went out to become a soldier, I received a total of seventeen letters from him. Every time he said he was fighting, why couldn't this battle be finished? "

"..." The winged messenger didn't say anything after hearing this, but his eyes showed envy, and after thinking about it, he slowly said, "Your son is a capable person."

"He has the ability to fart. When he was at home, he only knew how to fight for strength and hatred. Today he is either fighting with that or this." Hearing the words of the winged messenger, the old farmer scolded with a smile, but his face There was an unconcealed smile on his face.

"Only a general officer above the rank of scholar-officer can let a wingman like me deliver a letter. This is the first time you have seen a messenger like me, which means that your son's status in the army is getting better and better, and the higher the title is. , the safer it is in the army."

"Really? But this safety is not absolute, right? Although I am in a remote rural area, and I am also an unskilled farmer, I also know that on the battlefield, even generals may die in battle."

"The battlefield is never a safe place." The messenger sighed, but there was not much fear in his eyes, instead he was eager to try.

"Young son, you know that the battlefield is not safe, do you still want to go?"

"I think," the winged messenger replied decisively.

"Why?" The old peasant's eyes showed a puzzled look, "Now the country is getting stronger and stronger, no matter what you do, as long as you are willing to move, you will not starve to death, why do you sharpen your head and join the battlefield? "

"Because that is the only place where I can change my birth, my father gave me only one pair of wings, and I want to give more to my descendants."

"That's it, that's no wonder." The old farmer scratched his head, "If you're not afraid of death, the battlefield is a good place to gain wealth."

"Well, but I don't meet the conscription conditions now." The messenger's eyes showed a look of loneliness.

"With such a pair of big wings behind you, you still don't meet the conscription requirements?" The old peasant looked at the pair of snow-white wings behind the young man who sent the letter to him, and immediately exclaimed in admiration.

"If you want to be a soldier now, you must at least complete the initial awakening, otherwise the army will not."

"Aren't you awake yet?"

"No."

"Then where did the pair of wings behind you come from? How can there be such a thing behind a normal person?"

"This is what I was born with, I'm a winged man." The messenger smiled awkwardly. This was not the first time he had a similar conversation. He found that on the territory of the former Guye country, the residents he encountered There will be such doubts.

"Oh, that's right!" The old peasant's face showed a sudden realization, but instead he gave a new exclamation, "Now the threshold for military recruitment is getting higher and higher, I remember that it was not like this twenty years ago. Yes, at that time, as long as you have healthy limbs and are neither blind nor deaf, you can basically join the army.”

"But it's impossible now. The emperor said that the army should be elite, and those who are too weak will be sent home."

"Then why wasn't my son sent back?" The old man's eyes showed a look of depression.

"This shows that your son's strength is very strong, but if your son's current status is sent back, then few people in our country can serve as soldiers."

"This country is getting stronger and stronger. Twenty years ago, I remember a war where officials went door to door to collect food from us, and then gave us IOUs.

Now, if it wasn't for the letter my son gave me, I wouldn't even know there was a war on the front lines. "

"Since the emperor and the empress got married, it is said that our country has become the world's most powerful country." I heard the old peasant's words. The messenger's eyes could not help but show pride and pride.

"Since it is already the No. 1 power, why do we still have to fight? If our country is the strongest, then no one should dare to provoke us, right?"

"This..." The winged messenger was speechless, not knowing how to explain it.

"I have the land and the house. I can't spend the money saved in my family in my life. I have everything in my family, but when will this war be over? When will my son come back?" the old peasant said. doubt.

"... This kind of thing, only the emperor and the queen know about it." The winged messenger said with a smile.

"Maybe our country is not strong enough?" The old peasant asked the winged messenger, and it seemed like he was talking to himself.

"I'm going to deliver the letter first, you pay attention to rest." The winged messenger who felt unstoppable incited the wings behind him and left here as if he was running away.