The sun above the sky is getting more and more wilting, and it has completely lost its arrogant appearance in summer. Winter is coming. Although the first snow is still not ushered in the northern border, the temperature has begun to approach zero.

　　 At the north-south junction of the Grand Duchy and the imperial capital, the border between the two sides is 30 kilometers.

　　A black and heavy crowd appeared between this increasingly cold world. These people almost covered the entire road. Ten kilometers before and after were all these people in rags.

　　 Each soldier was wearing cotton-padded clothes, the whip in his hand, and a saber slung on his waist, but even so, their noses and hair were red from the cold.

　　 "Give it all to me! No one is allowed to run away! I will kill anyone who dares to run away!" The soldiers waved the whips in their hands and shouted.

　　 The soldiers responsible for the **** are in a very bad mood. It is really not a good job to come to the north during this time period, and the escorts are all **** serfs, and they can't squeeze a little oil from them.

　　 There is no good to fish, but also to endure the cold, this group of soldiers will naturally not be in a good mood.

　　 And they are in a bad mood, it is obvious that these serfs who are being escorted will not have a good life.

　　 "Damn it! Damn it! You pigs who went to hell! You made me suffer in this ghost place, go to death!"

　　 An annoyed soldier kicked someone down, waving the whip in his hand and beating the serfs on the ground frantically.

　　 The whipped serf wailed, still begging the soldiers to let him go.

　　 However, the Minhang soldier did not have the slightest compassion, and the whip in his hand was still beating.

　　Gradually, the serf's struggle and crying became lower and lower, until it was no longer alive.

　　 Seeing that he had no response, the soldier spit on his body and said with a depressed look: "Unlucky!"

　　 Then, he put away his whip and walked away. As for this skinny, ragged corpse, which could not even hide the **** whip marks on his body, it was naturally unattended.

　　 No one would care about the corpse of a serf, let alone a real soldier who killed him. The soldier's life and the serf's life are not the same price, and no one cares about it.

　　 As for whether this serf was innocent, no one cared. The innocent serf was beaten to death by the lord in order to establish his prestige. Isn't this kind of thing rare? "

　　 An innocent corpse fell on the road like this. The serfs in the back supported each other and flocked to keep warm. When they arrived in front of the corpse, no one responded. They just stepped forward at a larger pace.

　　 A life, a human life disappeared silently, and no one except his family will even remember him.

　　The eyes of these serfs were numb and muddy, and they couldn't see any hope for the future, and the ultimate fate of this corpse would be to stay in place for a few days, waiting for scavengers to come and clean it up.

These serfs were drawn from various places by the Earl of Redmara. They came from many places, but they all had one characteristic. They were both thin and weak or not in need of labor. They were nothing but the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled As it is.

　　 can’t say the same. In fact, most of them are young men and women and teenage boys and girls, because there are very few people in the serf class who can live to forty, and thirty-five years old are considered advanced.

　　 Actually...

　　 This is the true life span of human beings.

　　 Human beings start estrus in their teens and then raise offspring. When several offspring reach adulthood, their mission is completed and they can die. This is why people in their thirties feel their bodies are weakening.

　　 But in fact, life span can be extended through living environment and diet, but for these serfs, it is obvious that they do not have such conditions.

　　 Their living standards are actually not different from those of primitive society. The progress of the times has only brought about more efficient killing methods and a more convenient and safe rule system.

　　 But still, the living standards of some people have improved, that is, aristocratic rulers.

　　 This team set out from the imperial capital earlier, and the number was about 40,000. Count Redmara was worried about Leonardo, so he just gathered some people and sent people to the north.

　　 The matter of raising population was not glorious and was not accepted by serfs.

　　 Raise, yes, raise.

　　 There is nothing wrong with using the word raising. In the lord aristocratic class including the Earl of Redmara, the serfs are essentially no different from their gold coins and livestock. They are all their own property.

These serfs couldn’t help crying when they heard that they were about to be driven out, and they opened up the farmland of the adults’ manor. Although they would be oppressed and worked hard all year long, they still could not get enough food, but they Already very satisfied.

　　 These people are inferior in the eyes of adults, and they think so. If they hadn't gotten an urgent job and let themselves go out to make a living, they would have starved to death.

　　Especially after they heard that they were going to be sent to the northern territory in the cold weather, they were even more anxious.

　　 Speaking of it, they don't have any clothes that can effectively keep warm in winter. They can only fill a lot of rags with some grass and survive the winter in the imperial capital.

　　 But they all heard people say ~lightnovelpub.net~ In the winter in the north, even peeing will freeze, how simple warm measures can work.

　　 Survival is the instinct of every creature, and these serfs are no exception, so they desperately want to stay in their hometown, but under the order of Count Redmara, no one can do so.

　　 They can only cry so helplessly, but they can't change any facts.

Under the **** of these soldiers, the serfs finally struggled to walk north, but there were many people who tried to escape. Although the prosperity of the north has spread in recent years, the philosophy is in the farmland all day long. How could the farming serf know this, thinking that what he was going to was a terrible land.

　　 A series of escapes coupled with the soldiers' abuse, now the team has been reduced by nearly a thousand people.

　　 But fortunately, those who choose to escape are all uncaring bachelor serfs.

　　 At this time, Rainer had sent troops to station at the border. Ten days ago, the messenger of this team arrived in Mecalon City on a fast horse, and told Rainer the good news that the first immigrants were about to arrive.

　　 Two coalitions, that is, six hundred infantrymen waiting at the border, receiving and comforting a total of 40,000 people can't be done casually. Reiner must successfully transform these people into his own strength.

　　 Let them become their own staunch supporters, taxpayers, the source of the army, the producers of all goods, and the meaning of population lies in this.

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