Chapter 279 West Horse Highway (3)

In Mara City, photos on the Good Certificate have become a hot item. Although the image is a bit small, the ability to draw such a vivid picture on such a small piece of paper does not further indicate its strength?

Compared with those portraits on the tarpaulin, although the portraits in the photos are so real that they are ugly, they just fit the aesthetic view of the people of the Western Mainland.

Sometimes, seeing others’ mishmay proves one’s own happiness, and seeing others’ ugliness proves one’s own beauty.

The photo on a good citizen certificate quickly rose from the price of 1 copper coin to 10 or 20. It was not until a snail shell that it was taken into the bag by the real nobles and no longer circulated.

In addition to the photos on the Good Certificate, the holograms and Chinese also attracted controversy. The old-fashioned Sir Ruizhi tore off the parts except the photos and only placed the photos in a glass frame, where there are the names of Sir Ruizhi of all dynasties.

In recent days, when everyone enters this door, they always regard the name and photos as one: "Sir Ruizhi, the portrait of Ruizhi III is so exquisite."

"Actually, the nose is a little low, the eyes should be bigger, and there are no yellow teeth in the mouth. He likes to clean teeth very much. Oh, the skin is white, not so dark..." Sir Ruizhi was very happy every time he explained. Although the old man in the photo did not have much similarity with his grandfather, what does it matter if he had such a delicate effect? ​​Some families also worshipped portraits with backs.

Also happy is Muse. Although many photos were overturned, there were no less than 10 snail shells that ended up falling into his bag, which was more than the silver rewards from the main priest. Finally, it was not a waste of time.

Not long after describing the recent situation of Xijiang Shuizhai to the nobles of the Mara City Elderly Church, he obtained a new job and a second negotiation.

If it weren't for the acquisition of the Good Civil Certificate, Muse would never have agreed to this job - at least he himself imagined it so much.

The most convenient way to go from Mala City to Xijiang Water Village is, but the danger is relatively high. No one knows when a bloodthirsty monster will come to the Xijiang River. Although the temple has many ways to deal with aquatic monsters, they usually only take action when someone sacrifices. There is not much manpower, so of course it is important to come.

The Muse was still pretending to be a nobleman, so he could only ride a horse, and was the worst beast. Unlike the last time he was in a hurry, this time he prepared at least 200 strings of copper coins, a total of 2,000 pieces, and nearly 20 snails were hidden in the innermost part of his armor.

It was not until the moment before departure that a real jazz Damas joined the team wearing a low-brim hat. This made the muse feel that the other party went to Xijiang Shui Village with him in order to find the secret of the picture on the Good Civil Certificate. After all, the small images in the square inch were only circulated between the upper floors of Mara City, and those who may have good Civil Certificate were all despicable civilians outside the city...

"At least you can make a vote." Muse made up his mind and tried to trick Damas when entering and leaving the city, and keep the secret as long as you can.

The group of people had their own thoughts and set foot on the main road to Xijiang Shuizhai. The dirt road of about 40 kilometers was not easy to walk on. It took one morning and it was only halfway.

Halfway through the way, a large open land where the grass and woods were cut open, the knight entourage automatically retracted and began to light a bonfire to cook and boil water. A rough iron barrel half a human size was hung between two huge pieces of wood, making a beeping sound. The cost of this thing is no cheaper than a big knife, and it has always been taken care of by someone.

Taking this opportunity, Muse walked to Damas and said with a smile: "Sir Damas, do you often go to other places?"

"I was in Raj City-state during the last temple war." Damas said and smiled, "Don't call me jazz, just call me Damas."

"How can that be done?" Muse said and stopped for a moment. When Damas tightened his face, he changed into a flattering tone: "You are really the example of the city-state nobles, then I will call you... Damas."

The Jazz nodded with satisfaction, full of power.

The muse automatically and consciously shrinks his neck.

Although Sir Damas is only in his 20s, but has been on the battlefield for more than ten years, in terms of experience, no knight entourage present can match him. Mara City is not a comfortable place. Although its own security problem is not serious, the army often has to go to other city-states. As children of nobles, they have to go to the battlefield to be archers, followed by axe throwers and javelins, and then to be knights for the nobles - this is different from the knight entourages in their lifetime. They are just waiting for adulthood. If they show bravery on the battlefield or their father dies early, they often get the title of knight before they become adults. As for the final title, further fighting on the battlefield is still needed.

If they are children of civilians, there is usually no such perfect training system. Many of them are allowed to join the army after adulthood. Among them, the tall and strong lucky ones can become archers. Otherwise, they must start with light infantry and then become shield-holders or javelins, and then they are heavy infantry or knight entourages. No matter which step they are, they are not easy, especially civilians who become light infantry. Their combat loss rate is only a little better than that of slave corps. They are battlefield cannon fodder that is difficult to die. They can only expect that the war will not come and then relies on their seniority to advance to javelins.

Despite participating in many wars, Sir Damas rarely cared about the marching. He looked at the young entourages who looked down on the small trees that had not grown near the pioneering land, and frowned and said, "Do we still need to bring firewood?"

"If you walk slowly, you are worried that you won't be able to arrive at night." There is no shortage of firewood in the local area, and the power of the beast guarding is not weak. Just bringing two bundles is enough for a whole day. However, if you want to use more wood, you need to roast fresh wood while burning the fire, and then take it to the next rest station for use. Without this kind of rushing mode, there is no way there can be a rest station that can accommodate nearly a hundred people. The crazy trees are like ghosts and will plant their descendants on any piece of land.

"The road to Raj City State is much easier to walk. The stone slabs are paved with five arms thick." Damas set his eyes ahead and said, "The next time the city state war is obtained, part of the funds must be used on the road. If it is not for the inconvenience of march, the third infantry battalion will not have to be wiped out."

"You are right." Muse said, actually disagreeing with this view, but the entire Senate supported this fabricated situation so much, so that it was not something that a small person like him could control.

The bucket made a short "gulp" and "gulp" scream. Damas laughed twice, took out a silver-white metal pot, and went to collect the water.

When Muse saw the metal pot coiled in white silk-woven pattern, his eyes lit up and thought to himself: No wonder he dared to say such a big talk.

Nowadays, blacksmiths who can make rough swords are not easy to find, let alone such a beautiful metal pot.

"He probably didn't go to compete for the good citizen certificate with me." After Muse made this judgment, he felt a little better.

After finishing the lunch meal with black bread and broth, the cavalry hurriedly got on their horses and began to march forward.

Muse intends to stay with Damas and said, "The road ahead is disrepaired and cannot be compared to the city-state. It is hard to move forward quickly."

"I'm fine." Damas actually hadn't ridden a garrison for some days. He had a Spinosaurus, which was tall and wide, nearly 15 meters away from the ground. He walked very steadily, and was most suitable for such a wide but bumpy road.

After passing a small open land, the ground became uneven and even rugged.

Due to years of disrepair and the pressure of heavy objects coming and going, the roads are even lower than the woodlands on both sides. You can often see roots suddenly appearing out of the ground or breaking out in all directions.

Damas pretended not to care and continued to move forward, but his hands were already holding the reins tightly.

For nearly an hour, a group of knights only walked a few kilometers. The speed of the beasts could not rise at all. The gravel and wood chips on the ground could even affect the horse's hooves.

Damas thought, if he had known, he would have made a dragon beast, the elite cavalry did not seem to be a particularly powerful army.

Just as I was thinking about it, the ground in front suddenly began to rise, and voices gradually came.

"It's more than 10 kilometers away from that water village." Muse said, and with a wave of his hand, four cavalry rushed forward in two covers.

"Let's wait." This is what Muse said to Damas.

After a while, the four cavalrymen in front left their sight. They stepped on neat steps, faced the sun, and carried long spears in their hands. Although they were knight entourages, they did not have to worry about ordinary bows and arrows because they were wearing knight equipment. Although the multi-layer leather armor was not as tight as heavy infantry, it was not easy to hit the throat or arm while moving.

There was a sudden openness in front of me.

The trees around the surrounding area were all emptied. There were many beautiful wooden houses on the right, with large shapes, and some of the exterior walls were reinforced by large gray stones. Judging from the size, I was afraid that animals could be moved.

"The person who comes is still."

The caller had a little country accent, which made the four knights and entourage quite disdainful and had no intention of obeying.

With a "bang", a loud noise came from somewhere, which immediately made the beasts run uneasy.

Three consecutive "bang bang" sounds, shooting the first guard beast running into the construction site to death. The knight also rolled down from above and couldn't stand up again for a long time.

The indigenous sentry hunter, half-squatting on a 30-meter-high tree, held the leaves and pointed the cross in the optical sight at the second guard beast, with excitement all over his body.

"This thing should not be called an automatic rifle, it should be called a Thunder Spear. It's so powerful. The armored mount is really accurate." Lieba thought, and his fingers were ready to pull it.

A small red flag suddenly waved at the afterglow of the left eye. Lieba, who had been trained for a full 200 hours, almost released his fingers in a conditioned manner.

"We are the envoys of Mara City, so I'd like to see Lord Chen." Muse ran forward when he heard the gunshots. He didn't want to have any misunderstandings with the Jiangning people in Xijiang Shui Village.

"Mr. Chen is not here." At the forefront of the highway is Shi Nengren, the chief of the Infrastructure Department, a fifth-class student, a pure Jiangbei native. Because he attended the architecture of a third-rate university, he was highly valued in the Western Mainland, which lacked cadres. His level was higher than that of the group leader, and he had the authority to talk and negotiate with past business travelers.

But the Muse was not a simple business trip, and he turned his head and said, "I'll ask you to see Lord Yu."

Shi Nengren pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and asked, "Your name."

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