Book of Gods and Demons

　　‘Please always be suspicious, because what is recorded in the text is not necessarily true’

　　—Says Brad Reid, an ancient wise man.

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There is no cloud in the white-blue sky. The great and sacred Lord of Light, the source of life, is also the Supreme and Only God, Lord of Gods. The golden body of'Mu' hangs high in the sky, and the blazing light is cheerful. Scorching the earth.

　　 The small square paved with sand and stone was scorched hot by the sun, a wave of heat rose from the ground, the air was twisting and beating, and all the sights in front of them were twisted and danced.

To the north of the 　　 small square, under the wooden and stone structure and the two-story long barracks, dozens of sweaty artillery were shirtless, carefully wiping more than a dozen well-maintained field guns.

　　 A thick wall made of stones protects the huge army camp. Outside the gate to the south, there are musketeers in their early 200s and a considerable number of auxiliary soldiers, wearing iron-gray summer hemp uniforms, enclosing an open space for the boss.

On the left hand side of the camp’s gate, under a huge old oak tree, the upper body was also exposed. The sweaty Gorkin was sitting on a large rock, gritting his teeth hard, and the cheeks bulged on his lean cheeks. Looking sadly at the small square table in front of him.

　　 On the square table, there is a piece of white paper. It is a military stationery uniformly ordered by the Imperial Military Department. It is of excellent quality, clean white, scratched, and very textured.

　　 The top of the white paper is printed with a hydra shield emblem representing the imperial army, and under the military emblem is a line of thin iron-gray letters-‘caliber is truth, range is justice’!

　　 A few lines of scribbled black handwriting are deeply embedded in the letter paper. The writing force is so strong that they leave light traces on the square table top under the letter paper.

　　‘Dear Mom, Dear Father:’

　　‘Half a month ago, we had left the Khiva Valley, and now I’m leading a team stationed in Little Rock City in the Lanyin Corridor. ’

　　‘Yes, we have recovered the Lanyin Corridor. This is the old land of the empire, and the people here are simple and honest...’

Outside the gate of the barracks, in the open space surrounded by soldiers, thirty furious gallows lined up neatly. Dozens of soldiers with big waists were gathering thirty men in ragged clothes and covered in blood. Forcibly pushed onto the gallows.

　　 A military policeman, still dressed neatly under the scorching sun, with water marks on his coat, stood on a wooden platform next to the gallows, holding a piece of sturdy parchment, and reading hoarsely.

　　 "In the name of the empire, according to the wartime military laws of the empire, for bravery, theft and burning of military equipment, poisonous murder of empire soldiers under the well, spread rumors, provoke the rioting squirrel gang, all bandits are hanged!"

　　 Thirty men with weak auras struggled hard, and they kept spitting out beautiful greetings based on the great integration of biological ethnic groups, mixed with a large number of inverted concepts of human ethics and morality.

　　 ‘Boom’!

　　 Thirty gallows shook at the same time, one rope stretched straight, and the sound of a broken neck was faintly heard in the air.

　　 Gorkin glanced sadly at the twitching body on the gallows, sighed, grabbed the dip pen, gritted his teeth, and swiftly swiped a few lines on the letter paper.

　　‘Of course, the girls in Little Rock are even hotter and enthusiastic. Especially for the imperial soldiers, their attitude is fanatical. ’

　　 After pondering for a moment, Golkin looked at the street facing the gallows and seriously added a line to the letter paper.

　　‘Fanatical, oh, fanatical girls, so cute. But because of the Imperial Military Law, what can we do? ’

　　 Dozens of thin and shriveled women wearing turbans and hooded skirts were hissing and screaming, attacking the Imperial soldiers guarding the gallows. The burly, sturdy musketeers raised their flintlocks in embarrassment, barely parrying the group of ‘crazy’ women.

　　 The sharp nails of the women grabbed the soldiers' faces mercilessly, and several soldiers had been scratched with deep blood marks.

　　The new flintlocks in their hands can knock these unguarded women to the ground with just a tap of their fingers. But the soldiers were just embarrassed and passively defending. Nearly a hundred of the empire's most elite new-style musketeers were forced to retreat by dozens of women.

　　 The woman is yelling, verbally abuse.

　　 "Executioner, return my little Hans."

　　 "Imperial Dog, Little March is wronged!"

　　 "You butchers, get out of our little rock city."

　　 "Imperial Dogs are not welcome in Lanyin Corridor, leave our land!"

　　 "Smelly Hydra, go back to your rotting swamp!"

　　 Dozens of auxiliary soldiers rushed up with shields to assist the embarrassed Musketeers and blocked these crazy women.

　　 But under the impact of the women, their defense seemed so precarious.

　　Behind these women, on the street in front of the barracks, there were nearly a thousand residents of Little Rock City, almost all of them men. These men looked at the gallows with gloomy eyes, and looked at the gang of squirrels swinging on the gallows.

　　‘In short, this is a wonderful city. Life here is even a bit too easy. I even have free time to go fishing, hunting, and relax. ’

　　 Gorkin whistled, twisted the dip pen around his fingertips, and in his deep eye sockets, two dark pupils suddenly condensed.

　　 Less than 30 steps away from the gate of the military camp, just across the street, in the attic of a three-story building, there was a sudden bang behind the shutters. A long arrow pierced Gorkin's chest with a piercing squeal like a poisonous snake.

　　 Gorkin suddenly lifted his left hand, and five iron-like fingers slammed the speeding arrow.

　　 In the next instant, Golkin had crossed the street, jumped up, broke the shutters, and broke into the attic. His speed is so fast that the residents of Little Rock City on the street just saw a translucent figure flashing past.

　　 After a muffled sound, a thin figure vomited blood, flew out of the shattered blinds, and fell heavily into the street. A small group of soldiers ran over and quickly tied him firmly with ropes.

The residents of Little Rock on 　　 Street began to commotion. Many young people who were mixed in the crowd subconsciously reached into their trouser pockets or sleeves.

　　 Inside the gate of the barracks, a row of six field guns was pushed out.

　　 The commotion quickly subsided, but in the eyes of the residents of Little Rock, the gloom like wildfire became more and more intense.

　　 While the thin figure flying out of the attic was still struggling, Gorkin had already sat back on the boulder, as if he hadn't moved at all before, clinging to the pen, and looking sadly at the letter paper in front of him.

　　‘Except for the taste of the rations delivered by the military, life in Little Rock is so pleasant, there is nothing to fault. ’

　　‘So, dear mother, dear father, can you give me a little surprise when I receive the next letter from my family? ’

　　‘Well, if you can, give me two buckets of coffee beans from the Black Continent. I can no longer tolerate the pot water allotted by the military. ’

　　‘I know smoking is not a good habit, but if I can receive two small boxes of Hawa cigars, I will be very happy. ’

　　‘Also, the gin purchased by the military is almost like poison. Every time I force myself to pour that terrible liquid, I feel like I’m committing suicide. For my health, I feel that if I can have a few large barrels of gold medal rum, I will feel the warmth of the family and the ardent love of my parents, and I will feel very happy. ’

　　‘Also, sausages, yes, I miss the homemade sausages at home. Blood sausage, sauerkraut sausage, cheese sausage, curry sausage, mustard sausage... The great ‘mu’ is on top, I’m already drooling. ’

　　’Little Rock City is a good place, but in the years since they left the empire, they were influenced by the highlanders. They abandoned the empire’s culinary traditions. Now they can only have one terrible dish, which is boiled meat in white water. ’

　　‘I miss the homemade sausages at home, so, dear mother, send me some sausages. Because there will be many shameless people who will remove a few of them when passing by my office, so please send more. ’

"Dear mother, I still miss your fried pork knuckle, smoked lamb head, grilled lamb liver, braised beef hoof, dried beef tongue, marinated tripe, dried shark, whale skin, ray shark fin, fried fish balls, each Grow small fresh fish, small conch, small seashell, etc. soaked in oil. You are such a miraculous gourmet master, please send me a copy of all your good delicacies. ’

　　‘Dear father, if you can, please send me some old yeast at home, as well as some top hops and malt. The weather was hot and beer was not resistant to transportation. The military canceled the beer item in the logistics supply list. And Little Rock actually abandoned the empire's beer tradition, and there was no drop of beer in the entire Little Rock! Can't find a drop of beer! What a terrible thing this is! ’

　　‘My brothers, they are almost out of thirst these days. I think that brewing some beer by yourself will relieve them of homesickness, which is the duty and virtue of a chief official. ’

　　‘As an imperial soldier, it is undoubtedly shameful and inhumane to have no beer to accompany him. ’

　　Golkin was writing letters from home quickly.

　　 The thin man who was beaten to vomit blood and fell to the ground, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was violently pushed by a group of soldiers to the gate of the barracks.

While struggling, the thin man stared at Gol'jin like a wolf: "Empire running dog, butcher Gorkin, you are dead, dead. All the imperial dogs entering the Lan Yin corridor will die. Here. Big Brother will not let you go, Big Brother will not let you go!"

　　Gorkin raised his head and glanced at the man sadly: "Big brother? So, you are a little guy? Little guy is worthless, help him and fly the kite!"

　　 After a few breaths, amid the hysterical swearing of those women, there was another ‘boom’ on the gallows.

　　 sighed, Golkin continued to write letters from home.

　　‘Maybe the bait used is not good. While I was writing a letter, I just caught a little trash fish and I was very disappointed. But it doesn't matter, here in Little Rock City, there are many big fish. ’

　　‘Okay, the above delicacies, please send me my dear mother as soon as possible. I really miss the delicacies that I can enjoy every day at home before joining the army. Great ‘Mu’, next time the empire increases its military expenditure, can you spend more on the logistics of the ‘Army’? ’

　　‘Look at those navies in Tulum Port... They are useless to the Empire, but they waste so much military spending! ’

　　‘Above, I wish my mother and father health and safety. ’

　　‘By the way, say hello to my brothers and sisters. Tifa, Weimar, I miss them a little bit. ’

　　‘Especially say hello to ‘Joe’, he should have graduated, right? Tell him for me, next time I see the puppies of the Welsh family, I will break their doglegs with my share. ’

　　’Above, Gorkin Rong Witto is in Little Rock City, Lanyin Corridor, Grand Province of the Empire. Medland Glory Calendar July 15th, 1379. ’