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"But...Mr. Zhang Mu, the initial dispute was instigated by Lagu."
"When the nobles rob your food, do you consider whether you are right or wrong?"
“Oh…” Dam scratched his head, “I thought they were two different things.
Uh, Mr. Zhang Mu, isn't the kingdom more powerful than the nobles? There should be... a difference?"
“More or less.”
Zhang Mu raised his hand and brushed off the fallen leaves on the top of the tombstone: "Kingdoms competed for resources and land, nobles robbed commoners of food, and commoners quarreled with each other over the limited water for irrigating farmland.
Apart from the size, what else is the difference? "
Dam frowned and thought seriously for a while: "Civilians are the weakest."
“Hahahaha…” Zhang Mu was so happy that his shoulders were shaking with laughter. “That’s right, civilians are the weakest.”
He opened his mouth in confusion, not knowing why what he said made Zhang Mu laugh like that.
After a long time, the laughter stopped, he bent his index finger and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes: "After all, the essence is the same."
"I don't understand, Mr. Zhang Mu."
"There are only so many things, and we can't create more out of thin air. What else can we do except fight and grab them?"
"Can't we just split it equally?"
Zhang Mu was stunned for a second, then stared at him with deep eyes: "In this battle, you killed the most enemies and had the highest military merit.
Am I remembering correctly?
"Yes, Mr. Zhang Mu."
"I want you to share your military merits with other soldiers in the First Army. Are you willing?"
"Of course!"
"Well, that's great, but what if your family is the poorest?"
Dam was stunned and said hesitantly: "I am willing to do that too!"
"Great! Then, if your child is seriously ill and the gold coins exchanged for military merits are just enough to treat the illness, would you still be willing?"
"I...but..." He waved his hands helplessly, "Marshal, I'm not married yet."
“Isn’t anyone else married?
Or do you think that my assumptions are too extreme and do not exist in reality? "
He slowly lowered his hand and stuffed it between his thighs, twisting his fingers together. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, it's Amy's. Her daughter died of illness."
"Do you think she would?"
“Maybe… probably he won’t.
Amy said that she would rather exchange her life for her daughter's health.
I...I must not be as important as her daughter."
"That's it." Zhang Mu stood up and brushed off the dust on his butt. "Imagination is beautiful, so it's just imagination."
"Then...Mr. Zhang Mu, is there any solution?"
"maybe."
There was a question in Dam's eyes, and he seemed to not understand this answer.
Putting it aside for the moment, he also got up, "Are you leaving?"
"Your captain told Domit that one of his soldiers named Dam is missing.
Domit searched the village for the whole morning but didn't see anyone, so he came to inform me that there was a deserter.
I thought, Dam, I have an impression of a company of soldiers in a regiment who had the most enemies killed and were ready to fight a one-on-one duel with the senior knights with their guns.
If anyone wants to desert, it won’t be his turn.
After a little thought, I figured you were in the cemetery, and look, I found you."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang Mu, I..."
"That's enough." Zhang Mu waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's your first time fighting a war, so it's inevitable that you'll feel uncomfortable. I understand.
But military rules are military rules. If you leave the camp without permission, go back and ask the company commander for punishment."
"Yes, Marshal!" Dam stood up straight.
"Go."
After sending him back to the village, Zhang Mu turned his head and looked at the cemetery that seemed to have no boundaries.
When I watched movies in the past, hundreds of thousands of people would die, so I thought a few thousand people were nothing.
Upon closer look, it turns out there are 6,532 people, that's a lot.
The tombstones standing silently on the ground made him feel a little suffocated, even though it was easy for a magician to hold his breath for a whole day.
Wanting to ease the tension, Zhang Mu turned around and called out to Dam, who had walked more than ten meters away: "By the way,
When I first met you, I asked you to call me Mr. Zhang Mu. Why did you look unhappy? "
"Um, Marshal." Dam turned around and saluted before explaining, "I have a comrade who always comes in second in every shooting training.
He is eager to meet the Marshal."
"Oh, I know that person. He spoke to me the day before we set out for the Silent Forest."
For some reason, Dam smiled happily: “Yes, that’s him.
I think his wish before his death must have been to talk to the Marshal again."
Chapter 223: The Gate is about to open, the concept and goal of the second phase of the Hogwarts plan
After sending Dam away, Zhang Mu rushed back to Gul City alone.
After meeting with Soran and asking him, I learned that the Second Prince did not take the Griffin Legion with him, but returned to the capital alone.
At this moment, the Griffin Legion was stationed at the foot of the mountain outside the city, waiting for orders.
Zhang Mu scratched his head and thought to himself, now that the Second Prince was gone, whose life would be waiting for him?
Before he could ask, Soran told him that the Second Prince had temporarily handed over the command of the legion to him.
Soon, around autumn, when all the monsters in the Silent Forest migrate back to their habitats, a commendation will be sent from the royal capital.
After receiving the order, Zhang Mu had to go to the capital in person to accept the king's award.
At that time, the Griffin Legion will accompany him as guards.
At the moment, we are also responsible for guarding against Lagu.
Autumn is just over a month away. Although it is unlikely that Lagu will organize a second attack in such a short time, we still need to be vigilant in order to be prepared.
In fact, he was not very willing to go.
The second batch of artificial landforms and buildings of Hogwarts have been incorporated into the "world", and it is a good time to start subsequent plans.
In addition, the immortal cultivation sect is recruiting disciples, so he is very busy.
Although he really wanted to go over and see how his senior and teacher were doing, his current magic level was only that of a high-level knight, and even with the panel enhancement, he was no more than a magician.
He was invincible in the remote countryside, but he fell short of being able to succeed in the capital city under the spotlight.
According to his idea, only when the meditation method is upgraded to the level of mage, and the actual level of holy magician, can he help the teacher and senior students.
However, the situation does not wait for anyone.
Soran informed him that the king was in extremely poor health and could die at any time.
If people really die, a civil war for the throne will break out immediately, and the senior sister who is at the center of the vortex will have no way to retreat.
When Zhang Mu heard the news, he decided to rush to the royal capital without any hesitation.
Of course not immediately.
The past was not a source of trouble, it was a help.
Organizing the power in my hands and practicing meditation at the advanced magician level, it is almost hopeless to make any qualitative improvement in the short term.
The only one with fighting power is the First Army.
The First Army had to expand its soldiers and armaments, and the development of new weapons was also underway.
It all takes time.
After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Mu gave up the idea of leaving early and planned to follow the normal process, deliver the commendation order, and then set off on his own.
After finalizing the matter, he ran to the backyard and glanced at Leah and Palina.
The cat and the man seemed unaffected by the war, and they lay in the bamboo rocking chair, snuggling together.
Without disturbing them, he turned around and headed for the temporary dormitory for workers in the east of the city.
To facilitate daily water use, the dormitory is set up next to the stream at the foot of the mountain.
The weeds on the ground were cleared and the low wooden houses were neatly arranged on the open space.
In order to avoid the administrators and soldiers from making a fuss, Zhang Mu transformed himself into Sauron and walked in. He asked for the young Pope's house number, strode to the door, and pushed it open.
He lives alone and did not apply for a single room, so he lives in a dormitory.
Looking around the circle, there were eight single beds in the room.
The pope, dressed in coarse linen, lay snoring in bed, his belly resting on the corner of the quilt as it was a hot day.
The other seven beds were empty, probably because my roommates had gone to the stream to play in the water.
"Be careful not to catch a cold." There was no one around. The Pope could ignore the transfiguration spell, and Zhang Mu was too lazy to change his appearance, so he just woke him up directly.
“Hmm…Hmm?”
He slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely felt someone standing beside the bed. The Pope shuddered and jumped up. After seeing that it was Zhang Mu, he patted his chest and lay back down: "Lord City Lord, have I ever offended you?"
"No, considering the difference in status between you and me, you are very humble and polite."
"Then why are you threatening me?"