Scott Kingdom, in a sparse jungle.

I saw a messy and dirty camp tent of all sizes set up a messy and dirty camp on the floating ground. A few dull and dim bonfires slightly dispelled the chill in the silent night... This is a camp that looks extremely poor and extremely miserable. The fabrics used to build the tents are all airtight thin linen cloth, and the pot on the bonfire is only some wild vegetables with infinite nutritional value close to hay...

It has to be admitted that this camp looks really like a refugee camp. Whether it is the dilapidated "architecture style" or the ragged and pale-faced poor people, they look very in line with the image of a group of refugees who flee. If it weren't for every group of people surrounding the bonfire holding a rough and ugly linen flag in their hands, no one would have thought that these "refugees" who were unable to eat were actually an army.

That's right, no matter how unreliable it seems, in fact, these "refugees" are really just an army.

At least they nominally call themselves "the poor mutual aid army", and there are also loose military organizations in the army and broken marching camps.

In fact, such an army is now scattered everywhere in the Scott Empire, and the one that is resting in the jungle is the largest "Mutual Aid Poor Army", which is composed of a total of 30,000 elderly, weak, sick and disabled.

However, he was ragged and had low combat power and could not blame these poor soldiers. After all, two months ago, this so-called "Mutual Aid Association Poor Army" was just a loose gang called "Mutual Aid Association". These "soldiers" were just a group of farmers who were desperate because of the famine and wanted to have a look of rice porridge. Now it is hard to get them to pick up their hoes and pitchforks to go to the battlefield. It is better not to expect too much morale.

The most terrifying thing is... it would be fine if the enemy this "army" had to face was just a gangster group in the neighboring village. After all, in this tragic world, some extremely hungry poor people are still a little bloody. But now, the real army that chases these 30,000 "army" day and night is the Zhengtong Knights Legion of the Scott Empire. The knights led by professionals, wearing exquisite armor, holding fine steel swords, riding a tall horse under their crotch, and carrying "recovery potion" in their waists, are recently chasing any "poor legion" that fled across the country like crazy.

The Knights, who believed in "absolute loyalty", were cruel and ruthless, and did not leave any living wherever they went. The slums, which had originally gathered up to millions, now had to perform guerrilla tactics with the Knights in the barren jungle. They were forced to disperse into small armies of ten thousand people, and then use the rare number of "Scott Orthodox Knights" to escape and eliminate.

...Of course, the so-called "guerrilla warfare" is more knowledgeable for the poor to escape unilaterally. They cannot fight well-trained orthodox troops, and they cannot be opponents of any professional. When the enemy attacks, the elderly, weak, sick and disabled have to immediately transfer their positions.

Perhaps from that time on, the "Mutual Aid Poor Army" has become a "Mutual Aid Flight Team". The fragmented poor organizations are all surviving under the ruthless purge of the Imperial Army. Even the largest army led by the leader of the Mutual Aid Association, Ganatica, is no exception.

In the night, the huge army camp was filled with an atmosphere of sadness and despair. There were some tired "soldiers" lying down next to the camp tents, and the dirty medical camp was filled with pain and groaning. The poor poor people couldn't understand why suddenly, the nobles who had comforted themselves, the hungry poor people, had suddenly had to worry about the army to carry out such a cruel punishment. They didn't know when they should escape to regain their quiet life.

Every escape brings a little hope, and every hope only turns into despair. In the end, these hungry poor people have begun to numb. They no longer continue to shout the name of their "great leader" Ganatica, and they no longer complain and curse the hunger and colic in their abdomen.

The tents of the poor are filled with despair and sadness. In the middle of the "army" camp, the largest "commander camp" is also in a low atmosphere.

At this moment, on this dark and deep night as always, Ganatica was lying on the bed and looking down.

The people outside can be desperate, numb, and can fall into sorrow and cannot extricate themselves. However, as a leader, Ganatica cannot despair, nor can it be numb. Even if he knows more information that is very unfavorable to his "mutual aid association", even if his body is still weak and difficult to move at this time, Ganatica still has to rack his brains to think about the "way" that does not exist in theory, and then try to appease the poor who are on the verge of giving up the next day...

It is precisely because of this that even after passing through the Mosenkai Manor and his entourage, Ganatica, who was at the peak of the official level, was lucky to be promoted to a master warrior, but he still couldn't have any joy in his heart.

Looking at the top of the camp tent swaying in the wind and smelling the fragrance of medicine in the air of the camp tent, Ganatica asked Pandora in a daze:

"Pandora...the nobles are going crazy...they want to kill everyone! Fatty, Leon...they have also sacrificed, and no one can help us unconditionally...Is this all because of that weird crystal? It's all because of my...wrong decision"?

Ganatica's voice was filled with confusion and helplessness. This was not because the boy's psychological tolerance was too poor, but because the current situation was developing too badly!

In the "Mosenkai Manor Raid Operation", the high-end combat power of the Mutual Aid Association was almost wiped out, leaving only Ganatica and Pandora, who were seriously weak due to the influence of the gray crystal, left Honggu City alive.

Immediately afterwards, before Ganatica recovered from his injuries, the crazy Scott royal nobles suddenly launched a clearance against the Mutual Aid Association. All members of the Mutual Aid Association all became so-called "traitorous and rebellious parties" overnight, and Ganatica had to quickly establish a "Poor Mutual Aid Army" to confront each other.

You should know that this confrontation that can be called war was obviously something that Ganatica has been trying to avoid. He organized the poor to unite the "friendly" negotiations with the nobles. The kind and orderly "braves" never thought of solving problems with blood and killing!

Moreover, Ganatika is not stupid either. He knew that some poor people who could not even eat enough could not defeat the Knights' legion led by powerful professionals. Faced with the "massacre" of the nobles, as a "leader", the extremely helpless "braves" could only let all the poor troops avoid and retreat, and then delay time as much as possible to find a solution.

But now more than a month has passed, and the bark in the fields and jungles has been eaten up as "military rations". The already precarious slum army is finally on the verge of collapse, but the weak "braves" still haven't come up with any practical solutions!

It is precisely because of this failure that Ganatica, who was lying on the hospital bed, couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt and self-criticism.

Facing the true "desperate" in front of you... Even the "braves" with firm beliefs cannot say any strong and firm declaration.
Chapter completed!