Take Taobao with you to another world

Rosal Young eats worm biscuits in a low stone hut.

Although its official name should be "compressed dry food", Rosal wanted to call it a bug cracker.

The hot wind billowed outside the stone house, and the captains sat cross-legged on the ground, eating the same dry food, talking in low voices, and occasionally drinking a few sips of light salt water in the water bag.

They were talking about the upcoming battle.

Rosal looked at this group of people. Some of them had black hair and black eyes, some had long hair and erect ears, some had dark skin and tattoos on their faces, like a pot of mishmash.They are his comrades-in-arms and brothers who were born and died. Although the race is so diverse, as long as they wear this suit and walk into the crowd, they will get people's eager eyes and excited whispers:

"Red Banner Army!"

"The Salvation Army!"

"Liberator!"

"Red Devil!—oh, don't hit me!"

Rosal thought to himself, how did he join this army, and how did he persist until today?

He used to be a mercenary, and the current top leader of the Central and Western District was also a mercenary. The two obviously cannot be compared, but Rosal felt that he had some similarities with that one—not only in the past Professions are similar, and their destiny is greatly changed by the same thing.

Of course, Rosal doesn't think about immortality, he doesn't even have a partner now, and he doesn't think about things that far away, but compared to the past, compared to the "I curse" that the mercenary captain yelled before his death You, curse you for eternity! You are as humble as livestock, as low as mud, and your children and grandchildren, your souls will fall to hell forever!" Not only is he living well now, but he is already considered an ordinary success. If he can return to his hometown, he will definitely be incomparable ——There is no word from a liberator who also came from there.

The scorching sun scorched the dry and cracked land, and everything outside the door was emitting a pale heat. After looking at it for a long time, not only the eyes were swollen, but also the person became drowsy. The attack would not start until afternoon, and several captains went back to their camp Afterwards, Rosal lay down with all his clothes on, and soon fell asleep. It was not until the footsteps that did not belong to the sentinel approached that he suddenly opened his eyes and got up quickly.

"My lord." A round face poked out from the door, it belonged to a childish girl, "Do you want water?"

"Give me some." He said, the girl came in from the door with the water bag on her back, Rosal picked up the tea mug and held it over, watching her carefully pour the water bag and pour the unclear water into the tea mug.When the seven points were full, he said: "Enough, thank you."

The girl picked up the water bag, put it back on her shoulders, looked at the water level of the tea mug, and then at him, with a troubled expression on her face.

Rosal took out a few coins in her pocket and handed them over. She suddenly laughed.

"Thank you sir!" She seemed to be sincerely grateful, so she said a lot of flattering words. Rosal sat on the ground and listened helplessly. Seeing that she was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

She stopped and looked back at him apprehensively.

"Are you engaged?" Rosal asked.

She opened her eyes wide, blushed after a while, and stammered: "My lord, yes, I'm engaged!"

The girl watched the handsome officer lower her head and sighed. She looked at the top of his head warily, and slowly took a step out of the door. The sandstone was ironing the soles of her shoes. She was waiting for him to give up. Say "then you go", like someone else told her.

"Then you..." The man raised his head, and suddenly charged at her like a beast, "Just stay here!"

The girl let out a shrill scream and was pushed down heavily. Rosal held her down like a live fish and shouted, "Come here! There are spies!"

Soon, someone ran over, no matter how the girl cried, saying that Rosal wanted to rape her, begging them to let her go, these Red Devils who were extremely moral in the folklore were unmoved, they took her neatly They were tied up firmly, taken to a house in the village and locked up.

No one came to verify her innocence, because of the man's order, the suffocating afternoon air was broken, and the whole village was alarmed, and the panicked villagers came out of their huts to see these marked by red flags and uniform clothing The soldiers ran around, and caught four or five water sellers in a short time.

This kind of behavior seems to be inconsistent with their usual rumors. Seeing the panicked struggle of the water seller and hearing their cries as they were taken away, some villagers huddled in the corner showed unbearable expressions, and they secretly wanted to say something , but saw other people pointing fingers at the water seller.

"The skin is so thin..."

"Water sellers don't have such flesh and blood."

"To tear up the good clothes and wear them again..."

"His apron is lifted up. Do you see that thing on him? Isn't it weird?"

"And they all wear shoes!"

"It turns out they are all spies!"

Because the flaws in the appearance and behavior of the poisoner were too obvious, no one in the army staying in the village was recruited.After preliminary interrogation and comparison of testimonies, three girls and two boys confirmed that there were only so many who came this time.

Rosal stood outside the cell and said to his comrades in arms: "It's either a slave girl or an eunuch. That's all they have."

"It looks like the oldest one is only about ten years old..." the companion said in a low voice, listening to the cries coming from the prison.

"If they are children of the Union, they have to go to school at the age of 13." Rosal said calmly, "But in this country, they are already adults and can even be parents."

In fact, one of the three girls was pregnant, the one Rosal pinned down, and she screamed terribly, but she didn't really suffer much damage.The shock of the failed mission seemed to make her very depressed, but when the military doctor told her about it, she cheered up immediately, obviously very sure who the father of the child was.After confirming again and again that the Red Devils would not kill her, the girl began to make various demands on her guards, and at the same time ordered others in the same cell, verbally throwing all the responsibility for failure on them, and The others were also submissive and did not dare to refute.

Although they have learned the word "alienation" a long time ago, the soldiers still feel complicated every time they see similar scenes.

"Will they get better after killing their master?" someone asked.

"I don't know. Some people can't live without a master."

"But it's better than leaving their master alive," someone else said.

"There shouldn't be a group of people trampling on another group of people. This is wrong and should be eliminated."

"Yes, we are here to destroy these things."

The poisoning incident did not affect the plan of this army. These young men and women who were instigated were released from the city a few days ago. They had been hiding in a certain rock and waiting for the Red Banner Army to pass by. They don't know much about the army, and they have very limited knowledge of the city they used to live in. Most of them come from miserable backgrounds. Some people don't have a formal name. A flower came, but no one wanted to hear it.

Rosal used the radio to contact the outpost, reconfirmed the opponent's movements, and described the situation they encountered with the follow-up troops, and decided to proceed as planned.

The sun gradually set to the west, and the heat on the ground was steaming. The soldiers took care of their firearms again, counted the ammunition, packed up their luggage, walked out of the stone house, put away their tents, and assembled on the flat ground outside the village.

The army led by Rosal has a total of just over 2, including logistics and medical personnel. Such a number is going to attack a large city with a population of more than [-], high and thick walls, and has long been prepared for them—— In the desert area, this is indeed a big city-it may seem a bit forced, but according to the experience they have accumulated over the past few years, it is enough.

After gathering in formation, roll call and a routine mobilization, the army left the village.The villagers stood in the village, watching their backs.

"So this is the Red Devil Army..." Someone murmured, "It's as strange as the legend says."

"How can there be people like them?"

"Will they change everything and turn the sky and the earth upside down like those people said?"

These villagers don't know how long the land of their village has existed. From the ancestors to the present descendants, life has never changed—not without changes. Years with more rain may be better, and years with less rain may be better. Life is difficult, but the most difficult time is when the princes and clans are fighting each other.In the memory passed down from generation to generation, the village also had a temporary prosperity, and it was once empty. The villagers were either conscripted by the war and never returned, or their bodies were dragged to the Gobi for disposal due to the plague. More often, People just try their best to survive, and do not pursue other things except faith.

Perhaps the only constant in this world is the oasis city.

The houses in the city are tall and cool, the spring water is sweet, the trees are shady, and there are many merchants. It is a blessed place in the world. Only noble people, powerful people, people with knowledge or wealth, or people with beauty are lucky enough to be in it. In life, every time the villagers enter the city, they will feel ashamed when they meet these people's cars on the street, but they will feel ashamed when they see their servants.There are always some naive teenagers who dream of becoming people in the city. If this fantasy is not dispelled in time, it will often bring them an extremely tragic fate. Although life in the village is poor, the villagers at least have a little more dignity and survival than slaves. Assure.

Years are the repetition of life and death. When people don't know where to start, an exotic wind blows to this sea of ​​sand.

"Liberators", this is the name they describe themselves, but more often, people are asked to call them "Red Devils".

And not just because these heathen banners are redder than blood.

A few years ago, the Kaspers led these pagans over the mountains, and it took only one year to unite this wandering mercenary nation again. They apparently established a stable passage through the mountains. With the support of financial resources and weapons, the brave Kasper people first resisted the siege of several big tribes. After the coalition forces retreated without support, they chased and killed them all the way back. No one could imagine that Kasper and the pagans Together, they actually wiped out four large tribes with a total population of more than [-], and took all their land and population as their own.

I don’t know how many small and medium-sized tribes were affected by this. The tribal leaders who refused to submit were either killed or permanently expelled. Tens of thousands of tribesmen were enslaved by the pagans, and a large city was built in a very short period of time.

If it were on the other side of the mountains, this would be a story that would be familiar to many people, but geography blocks the exchange of experience. Faced with such a sudden invasion, the response of the desert countries did not see anything more brilliant.

A very powerful prince feels challenged, especially since the Kaspers are his abandoned dogs.

After gathering troops, the two sides started a big battle in the sea of ​​sand.

The Caspers win big.

Or rather—victory belongs to the heathen.

After this battle, the pagans really took root in Shahai.

With cities, land, and population, a country is established.The new kingdom swelled outward like a storm, and heretics—the spreaders of these heresies brought crop seeds that could be harvested in the desert, steelmaking, paper and books, and they brought There came another life that the desert people had never imagined, a life without kings and princes, slave masters and slaves.

They built cities, found underground rivers, connected oases, built canals, and received snow water from distant mountain peaks to irrigate the land. The vast green fields covered the land like a miracle, and spring water flowed out of the city into mirror-like lakes. Ups and downs, straight canals and roads are intertwined, and among the swaying fruit trees, the lush crops turn up waves.

This is a "land of water".

They created a miracle, and the price of this miracle was the demise of countless tribes and desert countries. To establish their own country, the pagans and Kaspers needed a large land and population. They did not come from the other side of the mountains. The land of abundance immigrated to the sea of ​​sand, but continued to provoke wars, like a giant beast with an endless appetite, starting from their water country, they swallowed desert countries one by one.In three years, how many wars they fought, no one knows how many people they killed, it can only be said that the blood is enough to flow into rivers, there are soldiers, slaves, merchants, and countless kings And princes—even the most intelligent people have never seen such a history. The heads of the noble and the humble were cut off at the same time, and the blood poured on the yellow sand together.

The crazy and thorough killings deterred the rest of the resistance. The reputation of the Red Devils spread across the sea of ​​sand. Merchants and nobles talked about them as demons, but these rumors came to the common people and slaves, and they did not form the image of the Scarlet Nightmare. .

For these pagans who called themselves "liberators" were indeed very different to commoners and slaves.There are no slaves in the Kingdom of Water. Kings and nobles were either killed or stripped of all their powers to become civilians. Officials who used to manage cities and countries were all abandoned by pagans. They didn’t even listen to the advice of scholars. Take it upon yourself, and only those who are most willing to obey them can share some power from them, even the Kaspers.

Before these pagans, people are equal to each other.

It was asserted that the heretics must be overthrown by these peoples.

But that never happened as they expected.

The pagans are strong, just and wise. They live in their country. As long as they can work, they don’t have to worry about thirst and hunger. The pagans brought more money from the far west than the entire sand sea With more goods, people can not only buy enough salt, but also cheap sugar, soft clothing and strong shoes-they use these rewards to mobilize manpower to build aqueducts and open roads for them.These labors were condemned as slavery by the angry princes, but when the heathens did not come, people had to work hard, but never saw such a good thing.

More importantly, although pagans became the new rulers, people did not regard them as nobles.Nobles don't work.The heathen not only works, but does it well and a lot, not only does he know how to work, but he also teaches the skills of those who work with him. They are both rulers, teachers, and the weak. Asylum.

Apart from war and killing, they have almost no other moral flaws.

Why do people want to overthrow such a new master, after Lianjiao capital voluntarily joined the water kingdom?

The country of water was able to annex two-thirds of the desert country in three years, and the people's defection or non-resistance contributed a lot.No matter how much the prince preached the blasphemy and ferocity of the Red Devils, the rumors that "heretics" were chosen by the righteous gods were endless like tumbleweeds.The more the Red Devils in the Kingdom of Water fought and won more victories, their image was deified by people.

The Red Devils are victorious in every battle.

The Red Devils win more with less, not only always win more with less, they can even take down a city unscathed.

There is no other explanation for this power other than that they are god warriors.Only the warriors of gods can control the power of thunder and fire, and only the supremely compassionate gods will let his warriors only slaughter the enemy on the battlefield. As long as the enemy declares surrender, they will stop attacking, no matter how insulted they were by the opponent before. No matter how vile the means used before and during the battle, they will not vent their anger on the captives.

The Red Devils are the only army that has never slaughtered a city.

It is also an army that has never invaded the weak, no matter how many tribes or villages it passes on the march, it has never looted.Sometimes they come across some tribes or villages that are suffering and send some strength to help them.

They are liberators and even more saviors to those who yearn for their coming.

The army advanced along the road, and the outline of the city gradually emerged in the air waves.

Rosal contacted the post again, confirmed that the situation had not changed, and led the army down the hillside.The movement of such a disciplined team is certainly striking, at such a distance that opponents can see their approach from the ramparts.

Can see, so what?Rosal thought as he looked at the cavalry lined up under the city wall.

Their Red Banner Army has been in the sand for three years, and their fighting methods are no longer a secret. Why do they have to put up such a futile battle?

After walking forward for a while, the artillery stopped and expanded their positions on the spot.Although he knew that this battle was inevitable, Rosal routinely sent envoys to deliver the letter of persuasion to the city gate.

A long time passed after the gun positions were ready, and the envoy did not return.Rosal's face sank slightly, he took out the binoculars from his satchel, and looked into the distance.A moment later he handed the binoculars to the adjutant and cursed at the same time.The adjutant just glanced at it, and cursed like him, and before the others had time to ask, the incident happened.

A loud noise erupted at the city gate. Even at this distance, the naked eye could see the remains of earth and stone thrown up in the smoke and dust. The cavalry behind the city wall became confused like a frightened flock of sheep.

There are no more questions to ask.

This is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened. The envoys to persuade the surrender are friendly representatives found by the Red Banner Army in the local area. These people have different identities. The reason why they are willing to become peace envoys may be for money, status, or seeking a favor. Traditional wars are endless. It is a custom to use, but a convention is not a principle. Even if it is a principle, the only thing the Red Banner Army can believe that it will not break is its own principle.

The messenger may be held hostage, or, like this one, be used as a sacrificial banner by an opponent in the battle of the beast.After the young man fully understood the risks, he asked Rosal to add the last protection of revenge to himself.

When he made this request, Rosal and the others knew that he might use this last resort, but this did not make people feel calm. Faced with irreversible things, they only had one solution:

"Fire! The whole army assault—"

The strong wind blew past their ears, the muscles of the mounts heaved like waves, the sound of rumbling hoofs was like a heartbeat, and the shrieking and screaming of cannonballs flew over their heads. As the earth shook and the mountains shook, they saw the city walls collapse and the buildings hit by them were blown away. Sand and gravel rose into the sky like a fountain, and the loud thunder covered all the noise.

Rosal roared in the wind.

His blood was boiling in his chest, his mind was clear, and across the wilderness, he rushed towards the boundless dust and running figures, revenge, mission, tactics, and all distracting thoughts disappeared without a trace. All he thought about was conquest, and only victory was This feeling, what he was really after was this feeling——

Everything is floating clouds and quicksand, only the power to change this damn world is real!

This is what he wants!

The liberator liberates others, and ultimately liberates himself!

The fall of the last royal city in the Sea of ​​Sand was not unexpected. The "Nation of Water"—or the fifth administrative district of the Central and Western Regions already has most of the conditions for success. The strength of a political entity can only be demonstrated through the following aspects: Population , land, industrial and agricultural output, and the degree of organization. Even though the Industrial Alliance has been established for nine years, the latter two are still fanciful concepts for most countries and regions.

In terms of reputation, the Industrial Alliance has reached the same level as the "Central Empire" in the Western Continent. In terms of actual impact, although the "two routes" are about to be connected, the industrial alliance's economic, political, and military power has been eroded by the region. The changes are obvious to all, but it cannot be said that the world outside this region has not been impacted, but the extent of their changes is really not large, even if compared with the regions of the alliance, or even compared with the Central Empire, they are simply too stable.

Under the influence of human factors, this map of Zhongzhou has shown strong fluctuations.

That being said, the imbalance exists within the league as well.To some people's surprise, the orc empire still exists even though it exists in name only, even if it is only a group of orc nobles who are no longer prosperous, and can only be found in Lacerda and A small area around them exercised limited power, and even their descendants called themselves "Alliance people" rather than "Imperial Orcs" more often, and they still refused to give up this "last dignity".

No matter what they want to exchange for "last dignity" to the league, they have no future.

Scar Nightmare thought when she smelled that bloody smell.

He continued to walk forward, pushed open the door, and walked in through the puddles of blood.