Not everyone is born to enjoy the sunshine. Perhaps it is because of the wealth of life that many people have forgotten that survival itself is not easy.

In the famous border Kalan, many minstrels like to use this name to express their admiration for the empire's once unparalleled military power, even though many of them have never set foot here in their lives.

However, only when you truly set foot in this land will you find that all your original yearning looks so pale and ridiculous.

Under the gloomy sky, there is an old border guard that has not been repaired for more than 30 years. The gray walls have become dilapidated. Not far away is a row of tall wooden gallows, which were used to shock those heresies and rangers who are ill-minded. Of course, if you want to hang people again, the thick hemp rope may be broken directly.

The three formal border soldiers of the Blackzerland Empire have done nothing for many years to make their figures distorted. The thick calluses left by hard training are still there, but now they always rub against each other with the bottles.

No caravan would come here, so most of their wine comes from Black Point a few kilometers away. Although the wanderers are poor and humble and stupid, they have to say that many of them have good winemaking skills.

"Damn Rondo, he drank all my stocks for five days! I swear I'll hang him onto the gallows!" In the border guard, soldier Ronnar was roaring loudly.

The winters in the Imperial Border Region are particularly cold, and Lonnar, who lacks spirits, is obviously not very pleasant.

"Come on, Ronnar, you can't beat Rondo. How long has it been since you picked up your cross sword? The day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow. Isn't it enough to ask Rondo to compensate you? Don't be too angry with my guy."

The red-haired Doran looked tired, and while talking, he threw another piece of firewood into the fireplace. Mars splashed and the temperature in the room seemed to rise a little.

As the southwest border of the empire, the soldiers actually had to stand guard and patrol.

Unfortunately, the Helanze Empire has been peaceful for a long time, and the Karan Border is actually no longer of strategic significance. The nearest Duoduo County is a complete seven days away.

Therefore, even the most stringent superiors would not come here to inspect the performance of the soldiers. If the supplies and military pay would not be delivered to the three of them every three months, Ronnar would have felt that the empire had forgotten the three poor privates.

If it were seven or eight years ago, the soldiers stationed here would have to go to the Black Point to declare the mighty force of the Empire and kill a few people who were disliked, so as not to have the idiots who were idle and have the intention to provoke the majesty of the Empire.

But now, this job is not needed anymore. Black Point has a smart leader, even if that leader looks too young.

The three privates still go to Black Point every once in a while. Although the female wanderers there cannot be compared with the beautiful nightingales in Dodo County, they are better at the affordable price. You only need thirty copper towers to spend a warm and gentle night.

"Bastard Rondo must have secretly gone to Black Horn again. Damn he can spend three silver towers on Black Horn every month!" Ronnar leaned halfway on the chair carved with simple patterns, still not satisfied.

"Okay, you're a jealous guy. Rondo is not like us. He is alone and naturally has more wealth than us. This is a good thing. Maybe he will come back with wine tomorrow morning to apologize to you."

"Hmph, Black Horn won't be peaceful tonight. I'm looking forward to someone coming back tomorrow."

"No one dares to attack the Imperial soldiers if they die, unless they wish their souls to be exiled to hell."

...

The sky gradually became deeper, and the howling cold wind kept taking away the remaining warmth of the sun, and the black horn began to enter a rest time. The wanderers wrapped the small cotton wool on their bodies, and then used wood to press the simple tent made of worn-out felt, in order not to wake up helplessly on a very cold night.

Luxury products like candles rarely appear in black horns, so once there is no sunshine, most wanderers will never find light again.

However, to be precise, there are still some sporadic lights. In the southwest of Black Point, some candles can be vaguely seen in a wooden building.

"Suwei leader, it is already confirmed that the rebels will act tonight, and the leaders are Sika, Will and Mante." A candle was lit in the room, so it looked extremely dim. Jessica, wearing a white lining, lowered her head and whispered softly.

Twenty-year-old Jessica has some freckles on her face. Although she looks ordinary, her concave figure is enough to make her a black horn flower.

At this time, the lining on her body was extremely loose. With a little attention, you could see the beautiful scenery inside. However, the other two strong men in the room didn't even want to take a look.

It was not because of Jessica, but the young man on the seat with a fair face like a noble son, Su Wei.

Only Jessica, Lunt and Jones, who grew up together, knew how terrible this young man who looked harmless was. On that rainy night many years ago, this kid cut off countless wanderer heads with his own hands. God knows how old he was at that time...

"Sica, Will, Mante..." Su Wei's voice was very light, and his eyes looked a little deep under the candlelight. After a long time, he said: "Since you do this, just do it. Remember not to die too many people. There is a little insufficient staff in the wild mining area."

yes!

Jones and Rontezheng focused their heads and stood up and bowed deeply to Su Wei. Although Su Wei said more than once that this is not needed, they still stubbornly expressed their respect for Su Wei in this way.

"Oh, by the way, this is not a rebellion. Resistance against the nobles is called rebellion. If you say this, I will be in trouble if it is spread..." Su Wei said, with a smile on his face.

In front of Su Wei, a well-behaved man like a rabbit turned around and went out. As long as they stepped out of this door, they would transform into black-horned, fierce vulture Jones and Bison Langt.

"Leader, in Black Point, you are our unique king..." After Ronter and Jones left, Jessica whispered, looking at Su Wei's eyes showing a deep obsession. She pulled the lining slightly with her right hand, and the loose fabric instantly faded to her waist, and the face was red with a candlelight.

Looking at the confused Jessica, Su Wei waved his hand gently, and Jessica left the room with disappointment.

Jessica left, and Suwei changed into an unsightly but more comfortable position.

Rebellion?

After a while, I won’t even give it to me for free in this broken place, Black Horn...

Su Wei sighed softly, "Sika, why are you not dormant for a few months? When I leave Black Horn, no one will stop you... But since you don't even have this patience, you have to ask you to die early."
Chapter completed!