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Chapter 193: Common people with insignificant names

Fred's hands were very beautiful, with slender fingers, like an artist's. At first glance, they looked like a pair of pampered hands, and these hands were turning over a bloody corpse.

Fred had set an example, and no matter how reluctant the others were, they had to at least pretend.

Cleaning the battlefield is not an easy task. Just looking at the corpses makes people sick, and most of the people die with their eyes open, and the sight of their eyeballs protruding is particularly shocking.

Seeing that they didn't know what to do, Nancy gave the order: "Wear gloves, look for people who are still alive, and bring back all the people who are still alive."

Nancy was more familiar with the battlefield than any of them. At this time, she replaced Fred and took over the command: "Don't move other things, just look for survivors. Light magicians should be careful to treat the injured at any time."

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The soldiers who survived the battlefield must have been seriously injured. Even if they were taken back, there was no telling whether they could be saved.

"Why do you need to save people?" someone complained, "If you die, you will die, just civilians..."

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked in the leg socket, and his knees immediately weakened and he knelt down.

"Who kicked me!" Before he could finish shouting, someone pressed the back of his head and knocked him to the ground.

After being knocked three times in a row, when he raised his head again, his forehead was covered with smelly dirt and weeds.

It was Nancy who forced him to kowtow. She let go of her hand and raised her eyes lightly: "Who else has the same idea as him? Say it now."

Looking at her posture, who would dare to do that?

Ulysses stood behind her, looking like he was supporting her.

Someone whispered to her: "Don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry for the sake of civilians."

"Not worth it?" Nancy sneered, "You are so capable, huh? Have you forgotten who used their lives to form a human wall to block the enemy's attack and buy you time to cast magic? If it weren't for these civilians, you would have been there long ago.

Dead, a bunch of ungrateful and ungrateful things."

Nancy's anger seems inexplicable to outsiders, but due to her current momentum, even though they don't take her words seriously, no one dares to refute her.

Nancy's deep-rooted ideas cannot be changed by just one or two words. Ulysses put his arm around her shoulders: "Okay, don't be angry, let's go and get to work."

Naturally, these people work in groups, but those who work seriously and those who don't work can often be seen at a glance.

"This man is still alive." Felicia quickly found a soldier who was still alive. Ulysses came over and performed simple treatment to stop the bleeding, and then others helped him put him on the stretcher.

This is the fifth survivor that Felissa and the others have found. After being rescued, I don’t know if the injuries can be cured. There are not that many light magicians. Many people have broken hands and feet, even if they can be cured with magic.

The cost is huge. No magician is willing to use such powerful magic for the sake of civilians. Of course, the main reason is that the magic is too difficult and most magicians cannot do it.

"What will happen to these people? How will they live in the future?" Felicia watched the stretcher leave, her eyes a little red. Even if these people go back, they will be useless, and they can only get some consolation money from the nobles, not at all.

Find ways to support yourself and your family by doing physical activity.

Only those who have witnessed the cruelty of war can know how cruel it is. Human life is like a piece of grass, magicians can still be protected, and civilians can really only ask for their own blessings.

A noble who would worry about common people was simply an anomaly. Many people looked at Felissa with a look of surprise and contempt.

Such a look didn't matter to Felissa. Her words were more of a reminder to Fred, because she didn't think about the settlement of injured civilians before coming here. When she saw it now, she realized this.

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Sure enough, Fred lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a while, raised his eyes and responded: "I understand, don't worry, I'll take care of the arrangements."

Fred's unusual care for the common people finally attracted the attention of the nobles.

"Your Highness, they... are just civilians."

"So?" Fred asked calmly.

Yeah, so what?

There seems to be no reason. Everyone seems to think that civilians are inherently inferior, but why?

If the commoners and nobles were given the same resources, would the current structure of the human race still be the same? Now Fred obviously wants to add resources to the commoners to give them a certain degree of competitiveness.

The more sensitive nobles felt the threat, but they decided to wait and see quietly to see what Fred had planned.

Everyone is keeping this matter in their hearts for the time being, and everything depends on how Fred will act.

The result of cleaning the battlefield on the first day was that everyone returned to the military camp tired and dirty. After taking a shower, they fell on the bed exhausted.

"Don't sleep too hard," Lear howled outside at the top of his lungs, "There might be a night attack at night!"

They have also practiced late at night, but even though they practiced in the past, they were definitely just putting on a show, and there was no danger. They could only mumble and complain, but this was a battlefield, and if there was an enemy attack at night, it would be fatal.

"It's okay, go to sleep." Nancy said, "The possibility of enemy attack is unlikely. Even the demons will not rashly use such a radical method before they are absolutely sure."

That being said, who can really sleep?

Fred didn't sleep either. He asked Sainz where the injured soldiers would be placed, and then walked over.

This is a separate tent. The other tents are more or less alive, but this tent is lifeless, with an atmosphere of dying.

Fred stood outside the tent: "They... put it here?"

Sainz nodded beside him: "Yes, after stopping their bleeding, put them here and give them a mouthful of food. Whether they live or die depends on their fate."

Light magicians are unwilling to treat these civilians and regard these people as nothing.

"There's not even a pharmacist?" Fred asked in a deep voice, "There's no doctor, where's the pharmacist?"

"Who wants to come?" Sainz sighed softly. "Medicine masters all have skills passed down from their families. They hide them and don't want others to know about them. Otherwise, they will have many competitors and it will be too late to grab territory in the city."

, who wants to follow me to the battlefield?"

Who would want to follow to the battlefield? Unless someone is forced to do so.

Fred closed his eyes, thought for a few seconds and then said: "Tomorrow, I will arrange for a pharmacist to come over. Captain Sainz will prepare a place for the pharmacist to live and other necessary things for me."

The common people bear too much burden and get too little, but they have no means of resistance and can only silently bear all the unfair treatment of the common people by the nobles. If you want to break this situation, you must first let the common people have the power to fight with the nobles.

The countervailing force, as to what this force is, still needs to be found.

I found out the title was wrong when I sent it orz

(End of chapter)