Mount and Blade

Green, who had finally fallen asleep, saw Kadi's figure in his dream. The eyeball on his right neck was jumping under the skin like a tumor that kept changing its position.

"You... did... well."

In the mist in Green's dream, a black mist that could not see his face whispered. Green frowned in his sleep, and then was awakened by a gust of cold wind.

Green's forehead was covered with sweat, and the creeping feeling from his neck made him feel sick again. The wound had left a healed pink granulation.

Disgusting thing!!

Green wanted to poke it with his nails, but he didn't expect that the eye that almost grew on his neck suddenly opened wide and bit the blood vessels of the carotid artery tightly to release toxins.

"Uh..." A piercing pain made Green's eyes black, and he could not move anymore. He could only cover his neck in pain to relieve it.

"... Damn it!"

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The next day, it was still a repetition of yesterday's labor and brainwashing.

Green recalled the whispers in his dream, thinking that it must be the ghost bug planted by Cady on his neck.

Days passed by, and after a while, the temperature began to rise gradually. Green and Baziso gradually won the respect and recognition of some children.

However, this was bound to cause dissatisfaction among the soldiers who were on duty, just like tonight, Green and Baziso were tied to the pillar and whipped by them alone.

If there must be a reason, it is... This is also part of their mission.

But obviously, Green and Baziso did not succumb to their violence so easily. Every day, they still helped other children do what they could in their spare time.

For example, they helped to lift stones, helped their companions up when they fell, and treated simple wounds. They won respect and loyalty at the same time.

Green and Baziso have united these scattered and confused children into a rope. When night falls, they use the tone of little Hanks in prison to tell the story that almost all children in Grant know, and the myth of the brave man arriving at the "House of the Gods".

All of that will remind them in an instant that they are pure-blooded Grant people.

The children were touched by the story told by Green, and they sang the ballads belonging to Grant in the cage.

Green and Baziso looked at each other, and a trace of relief flashed in their eyes. Although they were people who drifted in a foreign land, it was difficult for them not to integrate into such an atmosphere.

They successfully aroused the pride and sense of belonging deep in the children's hearts.

The singing became louder and louder, penetrating the walls of the cell and echoing throughout the prison-like concentration camp.

Even the children in the distant cages were infected and joined the chorus.

At this moment, they seemed no longer imprisoned slaves, but proud and brave Grant people.

"In the misty mountains surrounded by the sea, the breeze sings softly in the valleys, the heather¹ and thorn² bloom in the wilderness, and the stories of the warriors begin to be sung.

Oh~ the brave martyrs of Grant, your heart is set on the land of glory, your swords and guns are tightly grasped, and you set sail!

From the mountains to the sea, no one can stop us, the warriors with the blood of the gods can fight whales, and the warriors wearing kilts can win a piece of the world!!

The shadow of the dragon once visited, and the flames swallowed Swallowed the rosy clouds in the sky! The warriors stood up, their eyes like steel! !

The ancient castle stood on the hill, and the plaid skirts fluttered gently in the wind.

The bagpipes were melodious, that was the prelude to the battle, and the power of the gods was boiling in the blood! !

Oh~ Grant's heroic descendants, towards the glorious land, grasped the sword and gun tightly! !

From the ocean to the mountains, no one could stop them, until the dragon's flames burned the earth, taking away the warriors' beautiful love and the dignity of men! !

In front of the crater, The dragon was spitting fire and baring its teeth, its evil was trying to swallow the world.

But how could Grant's heroes be afraid? Their blood boiled in the war song, creating glory in myth and the world! !

Although the dragon's scales seemed indestructible, it was ultimately no match for the sea bears whose blood flowed with the gods! !

At the end of the life-and-death struggle, the dragon was pierced through the throat by the warrior's spear, like the end of a meteorite.

It fell miserably from the top of the sky, and the earth was shaken, like a wailing War drums! !

Listen, the sound of the bagpipes is floating, as if the ancestors are praising softly!

The names of the heroes are engraved in the Hall of Heroes of the "Fire Palace", which is the eternal pride of Grant! !

Brave Grant people! Brave Grant people! ! Their brave and immortal souls will eventually reach the "House of the Gods" under the guidance of the elves! ! ! "

At the end of the song, the children's voices almost shouted out of the sky, which naturally alarmed the Jodah soldiers in the concentration camp.

"What's the matter with these Grant's cubs? ! ! "

Even Father Moss in the stone house couldn't help but close the book of the King's Hall in his hand, and his hands were shaking with anger.

Really... heresy... heresy! !

What they sang was the poem handed down by the heretic god!

They are indeed heretic children, with the blood of heretics and demons flowing in their bodies! Unteachable, unteachable! !

The arrival of the Jodah soldiers interrupted the children's longing for their hometown and broke the children's rare time of relaxation.

"What kind of stupid nonsense are you singing? You uneducated fools!"

The cages were buzzing as the soldiers whipped them, and the children were all silent in the shadows deep inside the cages.

What happened tonight alarmed all the Jodah people in the concentration camp, and they all came out to check, including Father Moss.

"This is blasphemy against God!!"

"These descendants with heretic and devil blood flowing in their veins must be severely punished!!"

Father Moss's originally old and kind voice became extremely sharp and angry, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

The Jodah soldiers only felt the noise, and it was still freezing cold at night, but no one was so idle as to want to take those children out of the cages and beat them one by one.

A group of soldiers and non-commissioned officers first calmed down Father Moss's emotions, and then walked into the playground to vent their grievances, scolded for a long time, and then walked to Green and Bazso.

"It's you who did it again, right? Didn't you get beaten enough during the day!?" The Jodah lieutenant who was in charge of them grabbed Green's hair.

Green jokingly cast a contemptuous look at the deputy general, and spat bloody saliva directly on his face.

"Bastard!" Deputy General Judah was furious, raised his hand and slapped Green, took out a whip and whipped him hard, and the whole concentration camp echoed with the extremely horrible sound of skin and flesh being torn apart.

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¹Heather: Heather in Scotland, Ericaceae, pink and purple, relatively cold-resistant, symbolizing admiration.

²Thistle: It is the national flower of Scotland, belonging to the Asteraceae family, with legendary history and symbolic significance.