Although Zulzerjio had already made some predictions, the desolation and war ruins along the way still shocked him.

He had not participated in any war. As a high aristocrat and as a high aristocrat who had been planned for the future, he was born away from all the sufferings of the world. Thanks to the education model of the Vatimio family, especially the education model of male heirs, was not aristocratic closed-door, so he knew more or less some of the sufferings of the world, so he would not think that the so-called war was actually a romantic knight game like those foolish noble children.

However, he did not expect that this war was so tragic. Just entering the first lord's territory from the edge of the Mitland Kingdom, he had seen no less than five thousand human corpses along the way. These were still the remains of corpses, but there were definitely more that they did not see.

Theoretically, the nobles with territories will accommodate refugees entering their territory, at least to accommodate fertile women and middle-aged men. These people can usually be kept as serfs in the territory and can create a lot of wealth for the lord in the future. However, this kind of shelter also has a certain limit. The number cannot exceed the lord's endurance limit, including the size of their territory. If there is less arable territory, too many serfs will be meaningless.

The same principle applies to war periods. During war periods, it is almost impossible for the lords to accommodate any refugees. On the one hand, it is because they are afraid that there will be spies in it. On the other hand, it is because any food during the war is life-saving food, and it is impossible for any excess food to be given to those refugees. Even if these refugees survive, they can create ten times the wealth for the lord in the future.

Because of this, since the capital of Mitland was captured by the Kusha army, a large number of territorial aristocrats were captured, and a large number of territorial nobles were killed. Mitland refugees began to rush to the surrounding areas. The urban class, that is, the middle class, could barely escape abroad, but a large number of farmers and poor people at the bottom had neither food nor paths. As the cities were captured and villages were slaughtered, at least half of these people who fled into the wilderness starved to death and died of illness, and at least 70% of the remaining half died of bandits, chaos people, chaos troops, or were captured or tortured by the Kusha army. The remaining 30% basically became chaos people or bandits, and less than one percent of the lucky ones could escape into foreign territory where they were accommodated.

Zurzhi's journey was like this wilderness corpses. In addition, after entering the territory of the first lord, at least ten teams of people looked at his merchant group from afar, most of which were yellow-faced refugees and rioters. These people were no threat. Any adult man who had a full meal could easily massacre them. At most, they could only bully the same refugee group, but there were two or three horses on horseback, looking at the merchant group from afar, and even followed for some time. These two or three horses were not simple, either rioters or bandits. If there were one or two hundred people, the guards around him alone could not guarantee the safety of the entire merchant group.

So soon, several managers found Zulzion. They were worried about the forces that spyed on the merchant group, especially the two most well-equipped men. One of them looked about fifties and had meticulously organized his hair and clothes. He said: "Sir, the number of guards is too small to protect such a huge merchant group. If possible, please set up camp nearby to prepare for defense and ask the head of the family to send more knights and soldiers."

Zulzion did not reply. He just took out a book from his arms and looked through it carefully. The rest were stunned. They saw the cover of the book, which was a classic of the Holy Church, and Zulzion whispered the passage of the ascetic.

After a while, Zulzion looked straight ahead and said, "Continue to move forward and camp normally, don't worry too much, the gods are protecting us..."

People around him looked at each other, and several of them were old men who had followed Zulgeo for a long time. They naturally knew that Zulgeo was not so pious. Although this statement could not be said in public, they actually knew that Zulgeo was only a shallow believer at most, or even a believer. He could not believe so piously that the gods would save him and his merchant group. The current situation is that this merchant group is like a lamb among hungry wolves. In this chaos, such a lot of food and such a small number of guards, let alone bandits and rioters, those territorial nobles would tear them off from the merchant group. This is due to the Vatimio family, otherwise it would be possible to play the role of bandits and rioters directly attack the merchant group.

As for the forces other than the lord, they would not be so polite. As long as they find an opportunity, they would kill everyone in the merchant group and plunder these foods that can be regarded as treasures in the war. Even if the number of people is insufficient, they would connect with each other and gather hundreds of people to attack the merchant group. These people were already hungry. Even if the real army escorted the food, they might risk their lives to rush forward.

This is not the most terrifying Kusha army. You must know that the Mitlan King Capital fell into the hands of the Kusha army. If you want to transport the merchant group's food to the Mitlan King Capital, you will undoubtedly encounter the Kusha army. At that time, everyone in the merchant group would be killed and would be killed...

Then, everything that happened subverted all the speculations of these entourages. At dusk that day, all the managers looked outside the camp worriedly. According to reports from several investigators, at least more than 300 people had gathered within a few kilometers outside the camp, more than 50 of them were well-equipped and looked like bandits. The other 200 people were ragged and pale and thin, but most of them were adult men, with more than 300 people eyeing the merchant group.

Everyone was worried, but Zulzion looked very calm and still sat there and looked at the Holy Classics. However, he was just calm. He was learning from his father, and he was actually nervous.

Then, just as Zulzion began to doubt whether he was really wrong, the dusk was over, and even the figures of refugees and bandits could be seen in the eyes of everyone. At this moment, the ground began to shake slightly. Then, in everyone's incredible eyes, a team of cavalry troops of about a hundred people rushed from a distance and directly crushed into the group of refugees. Although the number was only one-third of these refugees, the elite cavalry and refugees were two kinds of creatures. In just a moment of contact, these refugees began to flee, and the cavalry group followed and killed...

Not long after, the cavalry came to the camp of the merchant regiment. Although they had slaughtered the rioters, the personnel in the merchant regiment did not feel at ease. Only Zulzion was relieved. He came before everyone, and one of the cavalry came forward. Before he got close, he said anxiously: "Are you all the merchant regiments who went to the capital of Mitland?"

Zurzion nodded calmly and said, "That's right, I am Zurzion, the eldest son of the Vatimio family, who is your Excellency?"

The man immediately smiled humbly and said, "I am the local lord, I sincerely hope that you can arrive at the capital of Mitland safely. On the next festival, I will lead a team to escort you to the border of abilities."

Zurzhiao keenly heard the profound meaning of this man's words. He did not ask more, but just smiled knowingly: "As you wish, the safety of the merchant group will depend on you in the future."

The man nodded immediately, and he didn't even make any trouble with the business group. He completely ignored the business group with huge wealth. At the same time, he worked diligently in the following time. He was more excited and nervous than anyone in the business group. Until the business group completely left his territory and entered the territory of another lord, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the following days, the many managers and ordinary people in the business group felt that they were living in dreams. Is the world changing too fast? Or did they make a mistake in their own memory?

The merchant group encountered a large number of rioters and bandits along the way, but these rioters and bandits had no time to attack the merchant group, and were immediately directly wiped out by the lords of their respective territories along the way. These greedy lords, who should have been more terrifying than the rioters, were simply obedient as rabbits. They not only ignored the huge wealth of the merchant group, but also kept solving problems for the merchant group. If the managers had not often dealt with these territorial nobles, they would even think that these nobles had suddenly emerged from somewhere.

In this way, in the incredible situation of almost everyone, they approached the capital of Mitland. As they walked along, whether they were the family knights who were guarding Zulzion, knight vassals, or the business corps managers and merchant entourages, they all listened to Zulzion's constant chanting of the ascetics in the Holy Church scriptures. Gradually, everyone seemed to understand something, but they seemed to understand nothing. However, as Zulzion's scriptures increased, everyone felt a ridiculous sense of sacredness in their hearts...

Could it be that this trip...was it really blessed by the gods?

Then, after leaving the last safe territory and entering the Kuxia occupied area, everyone finally encountered the first Kuxia army, which was a army of thousands of cavalry and elite soldiers, holding scimitars, brown-black skin, and pagans...

"God..." Zuerzhi's heart was also nervous at this moment. He held the Holy Classics with both hands and rode on a tall horse. Looking at the Kusha army sweeping from afar, he just muttered a word about the divine horn, and then, his whole mind was concentrated on the Kusha army that was rushing towards him.

The army slowly slowed down as they approached the merchant group, and then the speed became slower and slower. Then they ran around the merchant group for several times. Everyone in the merchant group whispered the God's roar and prayed their own. They could not resist, nor could they resist. Once the army launched an attack on them, all of them would die here.

Inexplicably, everyone's minds echoed the classic chapters that Zuerzhia read during this period, and the passages about ascetics walking in the wilderness because of the blessing of gods, bandits, rioters, wild beasts, and demons all turned a blind eye to them...

Then, the Kuxia army left, but did not retreat directly. Instead, they guarded the distance, following the merchant group slowly, just like the lord they had encountered before.

"God... may Your kingdom come, may Your will be carried out in the world..."

Zurjio prayed in the team, and the sound became louder and louder, and more and more people agreed with him to pray. In the end, the sound seemed to resound throughout the wilderness, and even the Kusha soldiers in the distance heard the prayer.

"As like in heaven!"

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Chapter completed!