Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 The flames in the fireplace were still burning, making a crackling noise, and an old pot was turned over by several people.

Inside 　　 is full of a peeled hare and a few pieces of wild vegetable leaves, the delicacy of nature is permeated, the shimmering flames licking the bottom of the pot, and there are slivers of fireworks.

　　 Several people chatted shirtlessly, among them the fat Jack fell asleep on the floor, making a "huh" snoring.

　　 The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and I can't see the things in the woods at all. Fortunately, the roof of the hut is still intact, and there is no rain leaking in.

　　"Under the lime tree,

on the grass,

　　 on our warm bed,

　　 is all over there,

　　 messy flowers and grasses,

　　 in the forest of the valley,

　　 Nightingale sings beautifully. . . 1)

　　 This is "Big Ears" Mickey singing a hometown ballad. He comes from the dense prairie and lives a life of driving cattle and grazing. Although his life is poor, he is very happy.

　　 He still thought of saving enough 2 gold coins to propose to the shepherdess next door, but unfortunately all of this has gone with the wind.

　　 The **** robber looted everything. All his cattle and sheep were gone. Mickey, who was forced to be helpless, was deceived by his relatives and became a slave.

　　 One-eyed Pauly sat cross-legged on the ground, the remaining intact eye staring at the firelight of the fireplace in a daze.

　　 What he is thinking about is his farm life. He has a strong son and a lovely grandson, but he has caught up with the leader to recruit farmers and soldiers to fight.

　　 Then the three generations of grandchildren and grandchildren were summoned to the battlefield. After several battles, his son died of a sharp arrow that penetrated the back of his head, and his grandson was killed by falling rocks while attacking the city.

　　 Then he fought dozens of bad battles with Lord Lord. This fight lasted for 10 years. What ended up with him in the end?

　　 That lord only rewarded him with 10 gold coins. In ten years, the lives of two generations are worth only 10 gold coins in the eyes of the noble master?

　　 Of course he felt dissatisfied, but what qualifications did the civilians have to ask the nobles. As a result, everyone knew the end and was demoted to slaves.

　　 At this time, the appearance of his son and grandson in his mind is very vague, he can only remember it with great effort.

　　 "Instructor" Facknet was chatting with Corleone.

　　 "Boy, when you hack with a sword, you have to control your strength, not simply waving your arm, you have to control every attack just right."

　　 "Be precise and powerful. After all, every time you attack an enemy, you will leave an enemy with a vulnerability to attack you."

　　 "So you always have to avoid getting into a rough and indiscreet chop, and you can return to the starting position when you attack."

　　 "Understood, Uncle Fackney, can you do that now?" Corleone asked curiously.

　　 "Ah this...I, although I have been familiar with swordsmanship for many years, I still can't perfectly control my power. After all, I am a lazy person, haha."

　　 "Boy, you know to ask this kind of question, when will you be able to achieve the realm of heavy lifting, then you will definitely reach the level of a master of swordsmanship!"

　　 "Okay, I have already said what I should teach you today, don't ask any more, hurry up and eat."

　　 Approaching one side of the window, "Long Legs" Former watched the pouring rain outside the broken window.

　　 He remembered that he was also in such a heavy rain, when fate made a malicious joke with him.

　　 He used to have a wife, but that was a long time ago. In order to pay off his gambling debt, he sold his wife at an extremely low price.

　　 It turned out that on that rainy day, he lost all at the gambling table. He was so angry that he simply put himself on the gambling table as a bargaining chip and signed the contract on the spot.

　　 If you lose, you will be a slave, and if you win, you will be able to get your money back.

　　 You know the ending. He really regrets it very much. He regrets that he is a bad gambler. He regrets that he sold his wife. He regrets that he even bet to win a game.

　　 The long-legged "Former" habitually digs into his trouser pocket, only to realize that he hasn't smoked tobacco for several years.

　　 "Big Ears" Mickey kicked Fat Jack and awakened him from his sleep.

　　 "Damn, you didn't know I slept soundly! What an annoyance!"

　　 "Get up and eat quickly, otherwise you won't be the same fat Jack!"

　　 Fat Jack murmured a few words and joined the dinner time.

　　 Our fat Jack always says that he is a "Hercules". Of course, this is just what he calls himself. Although he has good strength, he is still far behind the Hercules.

　　 He once said that the pumpkin village in his hometown competed with a farming cow. To be honest, it was indeed a cow, but he didn't say everything, it was just a little calf.

　　 Of course his physique at the time could be better than the strength of a calf.

　　 His village suffered the same fate as Corleone, and was attacked by the captured slave team, and then became a humble slave.

　　 In the end, it was our infantry instructor—Fackner. His experience is nothing to praise.

　　 He was born in Braddell City and grew up in Braddell City. He has grown from a small soldier at the bottom to an instructor in the army. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can be said to be close to the peak of civilians.

　　 He could have lived his life in this way, but unfortunately he was too upright. He often protested this and protested with the quartermaster. In the end, a small mistake was deliberately magnified.

　　 On the day he was put in a prison car, he saw the treacherous smiling face of the quartermaster, but no one of his men stood up to speak for him.

　　 This is the story of the five slaves except Corleone, short but sad.

　　 Several people get together because of fate, because of the so-called "destiny", they can sing and laugh at this moment, and they can still talk and enjoy it at this moment.

　　 The few people who had finished eating, at the instigation of Mickey "Big Ears", they started a simple dance in this dilapidated wooden house.

　　 There is no superb technique, no graceful dancing, just dance and sing to your heart's content, until your body is exhausted, until tears fill your eyes.

After 　　, several people started to rest. They put on their dried clothes and lay down on the floor, and it was Faknet who stood guard in the middle of the night.

　　 These ordinary people are just the epitome of this medieval era. After hundreds or even thousands of years of prosperity, the once elegant human nobles have become rotten.

　　Who would obey the eight virtues of knights? They only care about money, only rights, and only beauty.

　　 What a number of bones are under the flowered garden.

　　 Can that towering towering castle still carry the glory of the nobility and knights?

　　 (1) Note: Selected from the poetry UnderderLinden of Wald of Vogwede, a German bard in the Middle Ages

　　 (under the lime tree)