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But he still did not fall.Hubert Lumen rushed forward in time and caught the panicked little son with his strong arms."It's okay. We are all okay, and everyone in the family is okay!" The male host of the Lumen family held little Albert firmly in his arms, unwilling to let go for a long time:

"The villagers, almost all escaped. Thanks to Kotweimel's soldiers, almost all the villagers escaped alive!"

"Just come out. Just come out, just come out..." Little Albert cried out and couldn't even say the words clearly.To put it aside, his father would definitely train him for this, but Hubert Lumeng just held his son tighter."Zorri! Child fucking!" The honest farmer was choked at this moment, his eyes turned red and red:

"Come on! Come here! Our family is gathered again, and then it will be fine, it will be fine!"

"never mind!"

Jorge Lumen, holding his mother, soon appeared in the field of vision.His face was full of soot, his hair was scorched in half, but there were no obvious injuries on his body, and his mental head was as good as ever.Seeing his relatives, Zoerri was equally excited, but he was much calmer than other family members, and he even had time to take over the younger sister to help her crying mother share the pressure.

"It's okay, it's all okay!" He patted his father on the shoulder, twisted little Albert's cheek, and deliberately squeezed his sister's small hand and shook it twice in front of his family:

"So, daddy, little brother, let's move to the side of the road? You see, the little girl is also urging to stop us from getting in the way."

He said this at the right time.Because Barre Gaspar had already taken Emile Pan, the two hurried over together.Seeing this, little Albert immediately pulled his father's sleeves and took all his family to hide to the side of the road to make way for the refugee team in the village.

Bull carts, horse carts, mule carts, donkey carts, or all kinds of vehicles, new or old, pass by in an endless stream.Old and weak women and children sit in the car and wrap themselves tightly with cloaks, quilts, turbans and other fabrics, not only to withstand the cold at night, but also to seek peace of mind; young men and women who are physically strong rely on two Following the legs on foot, almost everyone is carrying a sack cloth bag or a heavy bag that is bulging.

Little Albert knew every one of them.In the same village of Noblewa, even if the relationship is not good, his appearance and name can be remembered in mind.However, the mental state of these people is very different from the previous ones. Nine out of ten are downcast, and the remaining one is completely discouraged.

Filled with soft armor, leather armor, rusty lock armor, the equipment found before, is still worn on them.Samarium knives, axes, hammers, and pig sticks, there are as many guys as they want.But the problem is that these young men and women in the village just put on their protective gear casually, holding their weapons lazily in their hands, as if they were just picking up scrap iron, not too much, not too much, even if they were thrown away. Heartache.

Little Albert looked at this scene, only feeling very aggrieved in his heart.[No blood.He stared at the boss of the Zhu Er family passing by, his right hand clenched into a fist, two rows of teeth clenched loudly.[All weapons are not stained with blood.Even if these guys are used to make up the number temporarily, but you can't take it seriously, don't you even wave it?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he was, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed, until the anger completely boiled and broke through the pot lid made by reason."What the hell is going on?!" Little Albert shook his father's arm, broke free from his mother's embrace, and shouted at the scattered villagers:

"Why ran away all at once? Why did you leave Nobleva and escape so easily? Before we set off, didn't all the patrols have been prepared? Didn't you still say that we must guard the village? Just a few bandits, with What made you so scared that you just ran away without even hitting?!"

As soon as these words came out, many refugees stopped, and the clatter of wooden shoes also became lower.Some people opened their mouths to distinguish, some people shook their heads and smiled bitterly, but more still glared, with terrifying eyes.

"Little Ah!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Mrs. Lumen quickly grabbed the younger son's arm and tried to pull him back to her side:

"What nonsense? Come back quickly! You are not in the village, don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm not in the village!" Little Albert shook off his mother's arm. Not only was he not persuaded, but he became even more serious:

"Because I arrived in Kotweimel, I followed the petition team to ask for help for the village! Father, mother, second brother, look at my hands, look at the soil in my hands. I have been repairing the fortifications and working with the soldiers in the village. Live, this is a real help in fighting! I don’t understand. Even I can contribute. Why do so many people in the village run away when they are scared by the bandits? Is the courage to drink and fight usually let the wolf take it away!"

"I'll answer your question." The words of the priest in the village suddenly sounded, cold and hard, like ice lings hanging under the eaves in winter.Emile Pan, a high-achieving student who graduated from the New Poitiers Theological Seminary, and the "man of gods" who did not even look at the village chief, seemed to be stuck in front of little Albert like a spear:

"One thing you are right. The brave drunk in a fight often pees his pants first in battle. But your other accusations are all speculations made out of nothing. The foolish children of the Lumen family robbed Nobleva , It’s not just a few bandits, the enemy we face, even the big bear in the planning village dare not head-on!"

"The priest is right." Pivi Octave, the cattle herd, also joined the conversation.Probably because of the irritation, he not only put on a hard leather vest, but also wrapped his body tightly with turbans, gloves and other things.The only son, Roland Octave, followed his father as usual, and the strong milk smell could be smelled from far away; but there was another strange smell on them, and the father and son were both pale. His expression looked rather depressed.

"A lot of soldiers came. A lot of soldiers, I'm afraid there will be seven or eight hundred... Thank you, brother Lumen, thank you for your ale (Ale, not Beer, no hops during fermentation, the same as ancient Chinese The turbid wine is very similar).” Octaf took the wine pouch from Huber, took a sip of it himself, and then handed it to his son:

"You drink too. Hey, dear boy, you also drink two sips. Ale is a good thing. It can be used as a medicine. It is best to use when healing injuries... Just now, where did I say?"

"Say a lot of soldiers have arrived." Little Albert looked at his playmate, feeling increasingly anxious."Uncle Mike. And Father Pan! Can you clarify what is going on in the village? Why are hundreds of soldiers popping up suddenly?"