Chapter 114
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"Where did she get the white bread?" Locke asked Raffi curiously.
Raffi blushed and explained, "of course it's from Henry's businessman."
Locke doesn't believe it. White bread can only be eaten by the squadron leader. Henry is barely at the same level as himself. Where can he give the extra white bread to others. Mostly Raffi and Christine did it themselves.
Raffi is much better than Henry's guards because of his cultivation. Keep your hands and feet clean and steal something. Henry doesn't want to know.
Locke wanted to laugh at the thought that Henry suddenly found a piece of white bread missing in front of him at lunch.
I can't blame Raffi for bringing Christine bad. Including grace, the three women used to eat delicacies in the Marquis house. Suddenly, they can only eat wheat cakes. Who can stand it, that is, white bread.
Since there are only women and children in this family, Locke is relieved of the safety of Grace's three women. After giving an account, Locke goes out.
There is a shack next to it. It should also be inhabited, but there is no one at this time. The messy pots and pans show that the owner is in a hurry.
Just leave the horse here. Locke went to bring the three women's horses. These horses were transferred by Locke from the cavalry squadron. The life of the horses is more precious than that of the soldiers. If these horses are lost, Locke, as the transferor, will also pay the Baron no small compensation.
Tied the horse's rope, Locke turned and was ready to leave.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Miller looked at the man in foster's uniform in horror. From the man's fully armed armor and the bright sword around his waist, Miller saw that it was at least an officer.
Aren't the forstans still in the west? How could it be at his door? Miller suddenly turned around and looked at his door. The broken door seemed to tell Miller what had happened not long ago.
"You guy!" As if thinking of something bad, Miller let out a roar and rushed at Locke.
Locke looked at the guy who suddenly appeared. Although Miller participated in the city defense for a week, he was still just a civilian. His flawed attack made Locke not interested in wasting time with him.
Like kicking the wooden door, Locke turned a natural and unrestrained 180 degrees and kicked Miller's waist, "bang!" Miller flew sideways. After landing, his hand tightly covered the waist and abdomen kicked by Locke, and there was no movement for a long time.
Although there is no fighting spirit, ordinary people can't bear Locke's foot. In fact, Locke used only a third of his strength.
"Drink!" Suddenly, a figure rushed over and hugged Locke. The man was taller than Locke and was more than one meter eight. Interestingly, after hugging Locke, the man wanted to lift Locke and throw it out. But Locke didn't move for a long time, but the man stood there.
"Hum, only brute force fools." Locke smiled contemptuously, lifted his right foot and kicked the man's left leg. The man stumbled, followed by Locke's beautiful back fall. The man followed Miller and was thrown aside by Locke.
This time, Locke made a dead effort. After the man landed on his back, a stream of blood spewed out, mixed with some broken internal organs.
"OHN!" Miller shouted at the fallen man.
"Brush." Locke pulled out his sword and was ready to end the two unexpected guests.
The clothes Miller and ORN wear are not uncommon in recent years, and Locke has killed many people. Two Charlotte savages, Locke thought.
Locke, with the strength of low-level attendants, can't be resisted by just two ordinary soldiers. Moreover, they are not soldiers. They can only be said to be two ordinary adult men.
The moment he raised his sword and was ready to wave it down, the Charlotte woman he met in the cabin ran out, "no!"
After running out, he knelt in front of Locke, kept kowtowing and crying, "please, don't kill him!" The woman wearing rag patches looked so weak and helpless at this time.
Not only the woman, but also her two children ran out crying and shouted "Dad" to one of the Charlotte soldiers who fell to the ground
Locke understood at this moment.
"Spare their lives." Grace came out somehow.
"I need a reason." Locke said.
Grace is dumb.
Locke was not as hostile to the sherlos as other foster soldiers. But this is divided into people. Only women and children can get Locke's mercy.
Locke has never been soft on Sherlock soldiers. The soft hearted foster soldiers can't live now.
"Please!" The woman next to Charlotte is still kowtowing and begging, and blood has been knocked out of her forehead.
"Betty!" Miller on the ground saw his suddenly appeared wife. At the moment, there was no pain, only a sense of happiness. "Betty, it's great that you're okay!" The waist and abdomen still hurt badly, but Miller struggled to climb up to Betty and put his arms around his wife and two children.
Seeing this scene, Locke couldn't do it. The long sword held up did not fall.
"Dad brought you delicious food." Regardless of the pain on his body, Miller felt two small pieces of dried meat and a wheat cake from his chest.
The dried meat and wheat cake had been smashed into pieces when they landed just now, but Miller insisted on feeding them to the two children. He knows that his children, including his wife, probably haven't eaten for more than a day.
"You owe me a life!" Locke put it down and turned away. The Charlotte civilians living in the surrounding houses were obviously attracted by what happened here. They opened the windows one by one and looked at them secretly. Locke didn't want to expose Grace's three daughters.
Grace obviously understood what Locke meant. "Go back quickly. He won't embarrass you." Grace said to Betty.
Betty nodded quickly, got up and helped Miller home.
"And him." Miller pointed to his wife, ORN, who had fallen to the ground.
Betty said she knew. After helping Miller back, she came out and pulled the unconscious ORN into the house.
Looking at what happened, grace shook her head. This is the sadness of the little man and the price that the defeated should bear.
Miller knew why the officer faustan said they owed him a life. He thought that he and ORN would die. It's not just the collision with Locke, but also the skin he and ORN are wearing.
Since they are Sherlock soldiers, they and Locke are the opposite group. In this week's defensive battle, although Miller mostly stabbed down with a long gun, or carried boulders and rolling logs, he also injured many foster soldiers.
Miller himself was not sure whether he had stained his hands with the lives of several foster soldiers.
When Locke killed him, he felt normal.
"It seems that the faustans are not as savage and terrible as they think." Miller murmured. "Hiss ~" his child was still kicking in his arms and had just touched the wound kicked by Locke. "Bob, do you want to kill dad?" Miller pinched his son's face.
Bob grinned and a trace of white bread crumbs appeared between his teeth. Miller noticed, turned around and secretly looked at the three grace women standing on the other side of his house.
It seemed that she found Miller's eyes. Grace smiled and explained, "we'll only stay one night."
The house was originally small. Now there are eight people in it. There is really no place except where to stand. Betty looked at her husband's wound carefully. The two children were playing. ORN lay on one side and didn't know whether she was alive or dead. Grace's three women stood on the other side with the family, closest to the door.
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"Where did she get the white bread?" Locke asked Raffi curiously.
Raffi blushed and explained, "of course it's from Henry's businessman."
Locke doesn't believe it. White bread can only be eaten by the squadron leader. Henry is barely at the same level as himself. Where can he give the extra white bread to others. Mostly Raffi and Christine did it themselves.
Raffi is much better than Henry's guards because of his cultivation. Keep your hands and feet clean and steal something. Henry doesn't want to know.
Locke wanted to laugh at the thought that Henry suddenly found a piece of white bread missing in front of him at lunch.
I can't blame Raffi for bringing Christine bad. Including grace, the three women used to eat delicacies in the Marquis house. Suddenly, they can only eat wheat cakes. Who can stand it, that is, white bread.
Since there are only women and children in this family, Locke is relieved of the safety of Grace's three women. After giving an account, Locke goes out.
There is a shack next to it. It should also be inhabited, but there is no one at this time. The messy pots and pans show that the owner is in a hurry.
Just leave the horse here. Locke went to bring the three women's horses. These horses were transferred by Locke from the cavalry squadron. The life of the horses is more precious than that of the soldiers. If these horses are lost, Locke, as the transferor, will also pay the Baron no small compensation.
Tied the horse's rope, Locke turned and was ready to leave.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Miller looked at the man in foster's uniform in horror. From the man's fully armed armor and the bright sword around his waist, Miller saw that it was at least an officer.
Aren't the forstans still in the west? How could it be at his door? Miller suddenly turned around and looked at his door. The broken door seemed to tell Miller what had happened not long ago.
"You guy!" As if thinking of something bad, Miller let out a roar and rushed at Locke.
Locke looked at the guy who suddenly appeared. Although Miller participated in the city defense for a week, he was still just a civilian. His flawed attack made Locke not interested in wasting time with him.
Like kicking the wooden door, Locke turned a natural and unrestrained 180 degrees and kicked Miller's waist, "bang!" Miller flew sideways. After landing, his hand tightly covered the waist and abdomen kicked by Locke, and there was no movement for a long time.
Although there is no fighting spirit, ordinary people can't bear Locke's foot. In fact, Locke used only a third of his strength.
"Drink!" Suddenly, a figure rushed over and hugged Locke. The man was taller than Locke and was more than one meter eight. Interestingly, after hugging Locke, the man wanted to lift Locke and throw it out. But Locke didn't move for a long time, but the man stood there.
"Hum, only brute force fools." Locke smiled contemptuously, lifted his right foot and kicked the man's left leg. The man stumbled, followed by Locke's beautiful back fall. The man followed Miller and was thrown aside by Locke.
This time, Locke made a dead effort. After the man landed on his back, a stream of blood spewed out, mixed with some broken internal organs.
"OHN!" Miller shouted at the fallen man.
"Brush." Locke pulled out his sword and was ready to end the two unexpected guests.
The clothes Miller and ORN wear are not uncommon in recent years, and Locke has killed many people. Two Charlotte savages, Locke thought.
Locke, with the strength of low-level attendants, can't be resisted by just two ordinary soldiers. Moreover, they are not soldiers. They can only be said to be two ordinary adult men.
The moment he raised his sword and was ready to wave it down, the Charlotte woman he met in the cabin ran out, "no!"
After running out, he knelt in front of Locke, kept kowtowing and crying, "please, don't kill him!" The woman wearing rag patches looked so weak and helpless at this time.
Not only the woman, but also her two children ran out crying and shouted "Dad" to one of the Charlotte soldiers who fell to the ground
Locke understood at this moment.
"Spare their lives." Grace came out somehow.
"I need a reason." Locke said.
Grace is dumb.
Locke was not as hostile to the sherlos as other foster soldiers. But this is divided into people. Only women and children can get Locke's mercy.
Locke has never been soft on Sherlock soldiers. The soft hearted foster soldiers can't live now.
"Please!" The woman next to Charlotte is still kowtowing and begging, and blood has been knocked out of her forehead.
"Betty!" Miller on the ground saw his suddenly appeared wife. At the moment, there was no pain, only a sense of happiness. "Betty, it's great that you're okay!" The waist and abdomen still hurt badly, but Miller struggled to climb up to Betty and put his arms around his wife and two children.
Seeing this scene, Locke couldn't do it. The long sword held up did not fall.
"Dad brought you delicious food." Regardless of the pain on his body, Miller felt two small pieces of dried meat and a wheat cake from his chest.
The dried meat and wheat cake had been smashed into pieces when they landed just now, but Miller insisted on feeding them to the two children. He knows that his children, including his wife, probably haven't eaten for more than a day.
"You owe me a life!" Locke put it down and turned away. The Charlotte civilians living in the surrounding houses were obviously attracted by what happened here. They opened the windows one by one and looked at them secretly. Locke didn't want to expose Grace's three daughters.
Grace obviously understood what Locke meant. "Go back quickly. He won't embarrass you." Grace said to Betty.
Betty nodded quickly, got up and helped Miller home.
"And him." Miller pointed to his wife, ORN, who had fallen to the ground.
Betty said she knew. After helping Miller back, she came out and pulled the unconscious ORN into the house.
Looking at what happened, grace shook her head. This is the sadness of the little man and the price that the defeated should bear.
Miller knew why the officer faustan said they owed him a life. He thought that he and ORN would die. It's not just the collision with Locke, but also the skin he and ORN are wearing.
Since they are Sherlock soldiers, they and Locke are the opposite group. In this week's defensive battle, although Miller mostly stabbed down with a long gun, or carried boulders and rolling logs, he also injured many foster soldiers.
Miller himself was not sure whether he had stained his hands with the lives of several foster soldiers.
When Locke killed him, he felt normal.
"It seems that the faustans are not as savage and terrible as they think." Miller murmured. "Hiss ~" his child was still kicking in his arms and had just touched the wound kicked by Locke. "Bob, do you want to kill dad?" Miller pinched his son's face.
Bob grinned and a trace of white bread crumbs appeared between his teeth. Miller noticed, turned around and secretly looked at the three grace women standing on the other side of his house.
It seemed that she found Miller's eyes. Grace smiled and explained, "we'll only stay one night."
The house was originally small. Now there are eight people in it. There is really no place except where to stand. Betty looked at her husband's wound carefully. The two children were playing. ORN lay on one side and didn't know whether she was alive or dead. Grace's three women stood on the other side with the family, closest to the door.
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"Where did she get the white bread?" Locke asked Raffi curiously.Raffi blushed and explained, "of course it's from Henry's businessman."Locke doesn't believe it. White bread can only be eaten by the squadron leader. Henry is barely at the same level as himself. Where can he give the extra white bread to others. Mostly Raffi and Christine did it themselves.Raffi is much better than Henry's guards because of his cultivation. Keep your hands and feet clean and steal something. Henry doesn't want to know.Locke wanted to laugh at the thought that Henry suddenly found a piece of white bread missing in front of him at lunch.I can't blame Raffi for bringing Christine bad. Including grace, the three women used to eat delicacies in the Marquis house. Suddenly, they can only eat wheat cakes. Who can stand it, that is, white bread.Since there are only women and children in this family, Locke is relieved of the safety of Grace's three women. After giving an account, Locke goes out.There is a shack next to it. It should also be inhabited, but there is no one at this time. The messy pots and pans show that the owner is in a hurry.Just leave the horse here. Locke went to bring the three women's horses. These horses were transferred by Locke from the cavalry squadron. The life of the horses is more precious than that of the soldiers. If these horses are lost, Locke, as the transferor, will also pay the Baron no small compensation.Tied the horse's rope, Locke turned and was ready to leave."Who are you? Why are you here?" Miller looked at the man in foster's uniform in horror. From the man's fully armed armor and the bright sword around his waist, Miller saw that it was at least an officer.Aren't the forstans still in the west? How could it be at his door? Miller suddenly turned around and looked at his door. The broken door seemed to tell Miller what had happened not long ago."You guy!" As if thinking of something bad, Miller let out a roar and rushed at Locke.Locke looked at the guy who suddenly appeared. Although Miller participated in the city defense for a week, he was still just a civilian. His flawed attack made Locke not interested in wasting time with him.Like kicking the wooden door, Locke turned a natural and unrestrained 180 degrees and kicked Miller's waist, "bang!" Miller flew sideways. After landing, his hand tightly covered the waist and abdomen kicked by Locke, and there was no movement for a long time.Although there is no fighting spirit, ordinary people can't bear Locke's foot. In fact, Locke used only a third of his strength."Drink!" Suddenly, a figure rushed over and hugged Locke. The man was taller than Locke and was more than one meter eight. Interestingly, after hugging Locke, the man wanted to lift Locke and throw it out. But Locke didn't move for a long time, but the man stood there."Hum, only brute force fools." Locke smiled contemptuously, lifted his right foot and kicked the man's left leg. The man stumbled, followed by Locke's beautiful back fall. The man followed Miller and was thrown aside by Locke.This time, Locke made a dead effort. After the man landed on his back, a stream of blood spewed out, mixed with some broken internal organs."OHN!" Miller shouted at the fallen man."Brush." Locke pulled out his sword and was ready to end the two unexpected guests.The clothes Miller and ORN wear are not uncommon in recent years, and Locke has killed many people. Two Charlotte savages, Locke thought.Locke, with the strength of low-level attendants, can't be resisted by just two ordinary soldiers. Moreover, they are not soldiers. They can only be said to be two ordinary adult men.The moment he raised his sword and was ready to wave it down, the Charlotte woman he met in the cabin ran out, "no!"After running out, he knelt in front of Locke, kept kowtowing and crying, "please, don't kill him!" The woman wearing rag patches looked so weak and helpless at this time.Not only the woman, but also her two children ran out crying and shouted "Dad" to one of the Charlotte soldiers who fell to the groundLocke understood at this moment."Spare their lives." Grace came out somehow."I need a reason." Locke said.Grace is dumb.Locke was not as hostile to the sherlos as other foster soldiers. But this is divided into people. Only women and children can get Locke's mercy.Locke has never been soft on Sherlock soldiers. The soft hearted foster soldiers can't live now."Please!" The woman next to Charlotte is still kowtowing and begging, and blood has been knocked out of her forehead."Betty!" Miller on the ground saw his suddenly appeared wife. At the moment, there was no pain, only a sense of happiness. "Betty, it's great that you're okay!" The waist and abdomen still hurt badly, but Miller struggled to climb up to Betty and put his arms around his wife and two children.Seeing this scene, Locke couldn't do it. The long sword held up did not fall."Dad brought you delicious food." Regardless of the pain on his body, Miller felt two small pieces of dried meat and a wheat cake from his chest.The dried meat and wheat cake had been smashed into pieces when they landed just now, but Miller insisted on feeding them to the two children. He knows that his children, including his wife, probably haven't eaten for more than a day."You owe me a life!" Locke put it down and turned away. The Charlotte civilians living in the surrounding houses were obviously attracted by what happened here. They opened the windows one by one and looked at them secretly. Locke didn't want to expose Grace's three daughters.Grace obviously understood what Locke meant. "Go back quickly. He won't embarrass you." Grace said to Betty.Betty nodded quickly, got up and helped Miller home."And him." Miller pointed to his wife, ORN, who had fallen to the ground.Betty said she knew. After helping Miller back, she came out and pulled the unconscious ORN into the house.Looking at what happened, grace shook her head. This is the sadness of the little man and the price that the defeated should bear.Miller knew why the officer faustan said they owed him a life. He thought that he and ORN would die. It's not just the collision with Locke, but also the skin he and ORN are wearing.Since they are Sherlock soldiers, they and Locke are the opposite group. In this week's defensive battle, although Miller mostly stabbed down with a long gun, or carried boulders and rolling logs, he also injured many foster soldiers.Miller himself was not sure whether he had stained his hands with the lives of several foster soldiers.When Locke killed him, he felt normal."It seems that the faustans are not as savage and terrible as they think." Miller murmured. "Hiss ~" his child was still kicking in his arms and had just touched the wound kicked by Locke. "Bob, do you want to kill dad?" Miller pinched his son's face.Bob grinned and a trace of white bread crumbs appeared between his teeth. Miller noticed, turned around and secretly looked at the three grace women standing on the other side of his house.It seemed that she found Miller's eyes. Grace smiled and explained, "we'll only stay one night."The house was originally small. Now there are eight people in it. There is really no place except where to stand. Betty looked at her husband's wound carefully. The two children were playing. ORN lay on one side and didn't know whether she was alive or dead. Grace's three women stood on the other side with the family, closest to the door.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------99 collections. Will it be 100 tomorrow? I'm looking forward to it!
