Chapter 25 A page of past events

It seems that many things have been neglected when defending the motherland, and so far, we have not given it serious consideration, but are just busy with our own affairs.However, some recent events have caused us great concern. On the square in front of the palace, I opened a shoe store.This morning, as soon as I opened the store door, I saw that all the alleys leading here were occupied by armed men, and those were not our own soldiers, but obviously nomads from the north.I don't understand how they can drive straight into the capital, which is far from the border.In any case, they still come, and, it seems, the number will increase every day.

By habit, they hate houses.They sharpened their knives and arrows, practiced their horsemanship, and kept busy, turning the usually peaceful and always carefully kept clean square into a real stable.We tried a few times to rush out of the store trying to at least get the disgusting trash out of there.But later on this attempt was less and less, because it was not only useless, but also brought us the danger of the hoof of the wild horse or the whip of the barbarian. It is impossible to talk to nomads.They don't understand our language, and they don't have their own language.They communicate with each other like wild birds.They neither understand nor treat our way of life and facilities.So, for any kind of sign language, they are also against it.Even with a dislocated jaw and a dislocated wrist, they still don't get what you mean and never will.They often grimace, roll out the whites of their eyes, and foam at the mouth, but they don't want to express anything or frighten anyone, they do it because of habit.They take what they need, you can't say they use violence.When encountering what they are doing, everyone backs away and lets them do what they want.

They also took some good things from my inventory, but I can't complain, because I saw what happened to others, such as the butcher shop owner opposite, who was snatched up by nomads as soon as he came in. eat.Their horses also eat meat, and the knights are often seen lying next to the horses, eating a piece of meat with the horses, each gnawing a head.The butcher shop owner was terrified and dared not stop supplying meat.We understand his situation and raised some money to help him.If the nomads can't eat meat, God knows what they will think of; and who knows, even if they are given meat every day, what will they think of.

Later, the butcher shop owner thought that he could at least save the trouble of slaughtering, so he sent a live cow in the morning.He must never do that again.For about an hour, I lay on the floor behind the shop, covering myself with all the clothes, quilts and mattresses, just so as not to hear the scream of the cow, and the nomads jumped on the cow from all directions. body, rushing to tear a piece of meat from its warm body with its teeth to eat.After everything had calmed down, I dared to come out.They were seen lying beside the carcasses of cattle like drunks at the barrel. Just then, I believe I saw the King himself standing by a window of the palace.Usually he never comes here, but always stays in the inner courtyard, but this time at least I believe he is standing by the window, looking down at the tragedy that happened in front of his palace.

"What will happen?" you ask me, I ask you, "how long will we have to endure this burden and torment? The nomads have been provoked, but there is no way to drive them back. The gates of the palace are still closed , the guards who used to come in and out of the palace with arrogance were now locked behind bars. So, we craftsmen and merchants shouldered the mission of saving the motherland, but we cannot afford such a mission. We have never I boasted that I have such abilities. This is a misunderstanding, and we will be destroyed by this misunderstanding.