Vol 2 Chapter 695: This time, we will not lose! (6600, first

  Chapter 695 This time, we will not lose! (6600, first update)

  She is an ordinary mountain girl, born in a small tribe, with parents who occasionally quarrel but are generally harmonious, and a younger brother who always argues with her, but will be obedient even after being stubborn.

She grew up in an environment that was neither strict nor relaxed. She learned handicrafts handed down from her family, weaving rope with reeds and raising fish and shrimps in reed ponds. Playing, working together, growing up like this.

She met her husband on a sunny afternoon. It was a sunny autumn day. The forest by the lake was dyed a light yellow, reflecting the sun as bright as gold. Those blue eyes seemed to be talking instantly. Just let her stop the scythe in her hand, and he also stood there in a daze, looking at the hostess with those light silver eyes, and then smiled shyly.

   They became familiar. He is the son of a herb picker, and he invited her to dance at the winter mountain festival, she agreed without hesitation, and in the spring of the following year, they became a family, and soon they had a child who inherited his father's blue blood. Green eyes, bright and moist, often giggling, very cute.

This was her happiest day. Her son grew up gradually, and she had another child in her belly. Although her husband worked hard, every time he came back from gathering herbs, he would bring him a pot of flowers. Although the stone hut was simple, it was It was very warm, and the backyard behind the house was full of colorful colors. When she stood in the backyard surrounded by many flowers, he praised it as the most beautiful scenery in the mountains.

On the day of their second pregnancy, they planted a Fifty Years Orchid in the middle of the backyard. This flower with azure blue flowers has a long lifespan, but its growth rate is very slow. It takes ten years from rooting to germination. The time of month is exactly when the child is born.

  He told her that if it was a boy, then in the future children would have no shortage of flowers to chase after girls. And if it is a girl, when she gets married, she will have the best and most beautiful corolla to wear, which will definitely not be inferior to any chief's daughter.

  She didn't speak, just leaned on his shoulder, staring happily at the fifty-year orchid that had just been planted, as if staring at the happiness after a long future, full of hope.

  But food disasters appeared. What followed was war.

  —A group of mountain people launched a rebellion under the instigation of Flameland. We must stop these lunatics from destroying our homes and traditions, and desecrating our faith and glory!

  —We have to raise our swords and guns, we have to pull up our bows and arrows to defend our homeland and our relatives!

   This is what the chief said. The originally peaceful and even honest chief roared loudly, and his voice echoed in the mountains. No one could refute or refuse, because they did not initiate the war, they just fought it passively.

   Chief took away many people, including him.

  In the backyard of the stone house, Fifty Years Orchid is slowly growing. It is expanding its root system, absorbing nutrients from the earth and rain, and the flowers are blooming as time goes by.

But she seemed to be drawn out of her vitality, her heart was restless, full of doubts and fears, she was gradually haggard, but she forced herself to eat a lot, this was for the child in her stomach, she felt like chewing wax, but she was still strong Stuff it in your mouth and swallow it like a machine.

Bad news came one after another. The side they were on was retreating steadily. Many people died. Most of the tribes were drawn or conquered by the independent mountain people. Only they were along the coast and the lake. That is, the mountain people of the Frodo Autonomous Region are still resisting.

  Why resist? Why do I think it's best not to resist? Sometimes she would think about this question, and then the extreme panic made her stop thinking for a short time, unable to continue this thought.

   But the facts are cold and indifferent, but the reality is cruel and ruthless. One cloudy afternoon, she waited for the day, the day when her worst premonition came true, and a wooden coffin was brought back.

   How lucky. There are too many people with no bones left. The bombardment of the alchemy artillery can smash not only the city walls and fortresses, but also human bones and corpses. The power of firearms is also enough to tear flesh and bones, and deform the corpses to the people closest to him. Also unrecognizable.

   It's lucky. She walked out of the stone hut tremblingly. She saw her husband's parents crying and throwing themselves on the wooden coffin. The eyes had already begun to rot, and the gray crystal mist filled the eye sockets.

  She knelt on the ground and crawled towards the coffin. She didn't remember whether she cried or how she got back to bed. She only knew that the coffin was buried the next day, and he would never come back.

   Another half month passed, and the chief came back with the news of victory.

   But on top of that, he brought back many people who had lost limbs and body parts.

The news of victory can't wash away this bleakness at all. Some disabled soldiers often appear on the streets of the tribe. They walk in the street in great panic, as if someone will shoot from around the corner at any time. They will suddenly scream and shut themselves up. In the house they would weep unceasingly, they would tremble before the sun.

   Where did they end up like this? What kind of blow did they encounter to be destroyed so far?

  If this is victory, what exactly is victory?

  In the tribe, there are only relatives and friends of the victims crying, while others live as usual, even a little bit of joy.

   Victory. victory…

   She chewed on this word, she couldn't understand this word, where did she win? Those mountain people who want to be independent win, will all of them die? yes. Maybe, maybe it could be crueler than death, but how can such a victory be celebrated now?

   She hated. She hated those who came back alive, disabled or not, they waited until the day of victory and returned to their hometown alive.

   She hated. She hated the envoy of the dragon **** that the chief said, why didn't the legendary successor of the hero take action earlier, bring victory earlier and save him?

   She hated. She hated the Independent Mountain People, the Flaming Land, the Empire and all the big figures whose names she didn't know, who were hiding behind the war. What exactly did these people destroy, do they really understand?

   But they probably don't care at all, don't care what the consequences of their actions will be, don't care that there will be a widow, a mother, and more people who hate them.

yes. That's it. Hate that nothing can be done. Both her younger brother and her husband's brother came to her to comfort her, they fought together but survived, they knelt before her, and the two men wept bitterly and told her that her husband was so brave that he was protecting a family. Killed by a flanking force, he was a warrior of the Horde.

   They swore to the dragon gods, the ancestors, and the spirits of heaven and earth that they would protect her, her children, and the blood of their own brothers, the chief testified.

   This has been very lucky. Occasionally, such thoughts would appear in her heart, she still has relatives and children, she still has family members and friends, he died like a hero, after crying, she should praise his bravery, this is exactly what the mountain people do Tradition.

Not to mention, I'm not the worst one...There are more tragic things than a widow like her-the mother lost her only son, the father lost the son he had brought up so hard, and those young soldiers died before they even died. Sons and heirs, their parents shed their faces in tears, without even a little comfort.

  She took the hand of her four-year-old eldest son, stroked her swollen abdomen, looked at the other's innocent blue eyes, felt the slightly pulsating heartbeat in her abdomen, and the pain in her heart subsided slightly.

   But this kind of comfort is like a gust of wind blowing in my heart, blowing the broken heart pierced by thorns from the devastated earth, floating lightly in the air, temporarily leaving the source of pain.

  But soon, this fluttering heart will fall back to the earth again, and will be pierced by pain again.

Those pains are not a direct death, but a silence in the kitchen, a soft breeze as if caressing, a look at a pair of similar eyes, and memories rising suddenly in the middle of the night—like a volcanic eruption, The irresistible good memories mixed with the bursting pain came to my heart, and then there was a daze that was almost desperate.

  She will understand, she has already understood, what does other people's pain have to do with her? No one can understand other people, and no one can really use other people's pain to cover their own grief.

She often dreamed that her husband came back with scars, they still made pies as before, he kneaded the dough, she peeled the shrimp, the house was full of the smell of wheat cake baking, the children laughed and laughed, waiting for the hot shrimp Serve the patties.

  Now, when she wakes up every day and sees the morning sun, it seems as if the sun is about to go out.

  What the chief was talking about, what the chief was instigating, the chief convinced many people, including her parents, so she followed the chief, left her hometown, and went to the remote holy land, the canyon around the Sacred Steel Mountain.

It's not long, but many mountain people will never leave their tribe's sphere of influence or the mountains they live in throughout their lives. On this day, mountain people from all over the world gathered, and they were bustling. They raised their heads in reverence and reverence, and looked at the top of the holy mountain. Under the cloudy clouds, the Dragon God Sacrificial Fire, which was brighter than the sun but not hurting people's eyes, looked at the wreckage of the tower that called for the thunder to fall. And standing on the wreckage, the white-haired messenger.

   That is the envoy of the dragon god. There are stories of his predecessors in the past legends, and his current reputation in today's wars.

  He was the one who brought the victory, just because of his existence, all the mountain people held their breath, making the valley silent.

She gently held her child's hand, held her child's hand, quietly raised her head, and looked at the slightly invisible figure that gave everyone a distinct sense of presence, while a row of majestic Iron Knights stood on both sides of the road leading to the mountain peak, the brilliance of lightning flowing in the magnetic storm generator, and the thunder flowing in the cloudy sky complement each other.

  【I am not here to tell you that a victory worth celebrating is coming, but to tell you that suffering and winter are coming】

And a voice, a calm, clear, youthful but giving people a sense of majesty, he spoke straight to the topic, without any nonsense, and his tone was as plain as a narrative: [The civil war among the mountain people did not originate from the hatred among ourselves, but rather It originated from the war between the empire and Feiyandi. As long as the war between the two countries continues, we will not be able to achieve peace. Feiyandi will use us as a weapon to affect Nanling and continue to attack us]

  【And the question is, why did Flameland choose us? 】

  He paused for a while, and then stated the facts: 【Because we mountain people do have enough capital for Fei Yan to spend their minds and calculations】

  【Because we have a large population - just let us not have enough food and we will be in chaos】

[Flying Flame Land doesn't need to bother to let those traitors win, they just need to let these traitors delay our pace of asking for help from the outside world. In this winter of lack of food, many people will starve to death, and the rest will become Refugees, howling, left the mountains, rushed to the agate stone plain, and completely disturbed Nanling]

  【Because we do have power—right behind me, this burning dragon **** sacrificial fire, with the power of this magnificent holy place, I called for thunder and defeated the three constructed knights】

  【But what if there is no me? What if I fail? Then the power of the Holy Land, the power of our mountain people, will be stolen by the lunatics of Flameland, and what kind of blasphemous methods will they use to use the inheritance left by our ancestors? We can't imagine it, but it's definitely the worst nightmare]

  The mountain people listened to this voice, they held their breath, and quietly listened to the words of the messenger who brought victory in this solemn atmosphere.

   And he continued: [Because if we are united as one, then no one can ignore it——Is the reason why Fei Yandi is trying so hard to confuse those traitors, is it really for the good of us mountain people, to make us 'independent'? Big mistake! 】

  【They knew from the very beginning that this conspiracy would not succeed and that the traitors would inevitably fail, but with this civil war, Feiyan tore apart the tenacious and fragile relationship between the ministries! 】

[One part of us kills another's friend, another's husband and wife, another's son or daughter—a sorrow called death and a farewell Anger fills our hearts. After this civil war, we mountain people can no longer be united as we used to be.]

  【Since this civil war, we mountain people can no longer return to the glory of the past, restore the glory of the Dragon Kingdom, and revitalize ourselves! 】

  【Because our hands are stained with the blood of our compatriots, the gap between us is already full of hatred and despair! 】

  【We mountain people, from now on, will become an independent tribe split among the mountains and never communicate with each other! 】

  The voice of the envoy became louder and louder, and the loud and clear response vibrated among the mountains, and even turned into layers of roars and questions: [Do you want this ending? 】

  【My answer is, never! 】

-no way…

-no way.

-no way! !

Among the crowd, many people seemed to wake up from a dream. They raised their hands and shouted, repeating the cry of "never"—and a moment later, roars like mountains roared and tsunamis resounded among the mountains, boiling like The anger, the awakening after being reminded to understand the truth, and the unwillingness and hatred that originated from the heart, and the unwillingness to let the enemy's goal be achieved, supported the crowd to roar hoarsely.

And the envoy of Dragon God raised his hand and pointed to the sky - there, the clouds in the sky were pushed away layer by layer, and the scorching sun like fire hung down a beam of light visible to the naked eye from the big hole between the clouds, covering the holy mountain. The top, shining on the wreckage of the Thunder Falling Tower.

   Shine on the white-haired messenger.

  【Compatriots, listen to me! 】

  His voice was like thunder, dispelling the clouds: 【The reason why we are in the flames of war is not because we are weak, but because we are strong! 】

  【It’s just because of the sinking of the past two hundred years that we have forgotten our own strength, so we were used by others and hurt ourselves! 】

[Yeah - our civilization fell, we lost to the Empire, became one of them, this is war, we lost once, it's nothing to be ashamed of - but more importantly, we can't keep losing Go down, lose until we cease to exist]

  【We still have the capital to revive, look, our holy mountain of steel! It is majestic and solid, standing among the mountains, sacred and solemn, its power can still protect us mountain people, and it can also lead us to glory again]

[Compatriots, please listen to me—the current situation of our mountain people is like the collapsed tower on the top of the mountain. It once stood tall on the top of the mountain, blooming with brilliance that surpassed the sun, and defeated it with the most powerful posture An almost invincible enemy...then it overturns and becomes the ruins before you and me]

  【However, the tower overturned, we can rebuild it! It is full of scars, and it can also slowly repair it, make up and heal! 】

  【I will lead you to do all this, I will rebuild the tower, and I will lead the mountain people to glory again! 】

【Yes, we will face more ferocious and terrifying enemies in the future, we will face more cunning and despicable villains, they will fear our strength, our numbers and our unity, and they will hinder our revival, Preventing us from rebuilding the tower]

  【But this time, we will fight against their schemes together! 】

  【This time—citizens! 】

  【We will not lose! 】

   "We will not lose!" "We will not lose!" "We will not lose!"

  Because of the sunshine, because of the warm atmosphere, and because of the aroused anger of thousands of people, the air became hot. Even the cold air of the early winter was heated by the white air rising from the crowd.

  A widow and a mother felt that her brain was a little lack of oxygen. She raised her head blankly and looked at the young man on the top of the mountain.

  The young man who is announcing the future, the beginning of another war...

  Different from those who fell into frenzy, she felt a burst of icy cold sweeping over her.

  —Behind lofty goals, there must be bones buried; beside passionate declarations, there must be sacrifices.

  Glory and death, merit and war... It may only take a few battles to revive a tribe, but it takes several wars to revive the civilization of the mountain people.

Because of dizziness and fear of such a future, she staggered back and almost fell. If the child hadn't held her hand tightly, she might have fallen... and the surrounding mountain people were excited, so Didn't notice this.

  She won't believe appearances. She has lost a lot. Her heart has long been torn apart by pain, so she can more clearly understand the cruelty of the future, not the sublime superficiality of the grand narrative.

But.

  She understood very clearly... If there was no messenger of the dragon **** in front of her, what awaited the mountain people would definitely be a "despair" that was tens to hundreds of times crueler than that cruel future.

  If you only care about the happiness of your own family, you are destined to not be able to change such a desperate ending. If you only fantasize about "being alone", you are destined to be swallowed by the tide of the times.

  —What should I do?

  Ordinary people like me, how many times have we experienced life and death before we can see the so-called 'brilliance'?

   "Mom, don't cry..."

  The childish voice brought her back to her thoughts. She wiped the corners of her eyes and found that she had already burst into tears, while other mountain people around her roared wildly, 'We will not lose! ’ The voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

   It's a good day. The messenger of the Dragon God is indeed genuine, and he has the power and courage to lead the mountain people to the future in his heart.

   But not all of them.

  She wanted to cry, but she was too out of place. Amid the cheers of the people, she lost the strength to cry.

  She wanted to swear, but she didn't know what to say. She knew very well that the war was not the messenger's fault, so she lost the courage to swear.

  It would be nice if she was really lonely, then she would be able to seek death.

   But the child, her child was beside her, holding her hand, eating the biscuits handed out by the tribe bit by bit, and staring worriedly at herself who was crying just now with her father's blue eyes.

  The child didn't understand anything. He was dressed in shabby clothes and looked sideways at the holy mountain from time to time.

  He will be surrounded by fanatical crowds, he will be taught by the tribe, and he will eventually become like his father.

   Brave, fearless, full of glory, who charged for the Horde, and died somewhere.

  —Dragon God. Messenger.

  —Whoever it is, please tell me.

  —How can we stay away from these pains, and how can we leave a little happiness beside us?

  She closed her eyes, knelt on the ground, folded her hands, and prayed in the direction of the holy mountain.

  Among the cheers of the mountain people, there are roars, roars, joyful smiles, and blank prayers.

  Ian overlooked all this calmly, taking in everything.

  —The strong is the evil.

  Because in the face of the will of the strong, the weak can only be swept away to the future that the strong hope for.

he knows. I am not the chosen one who can bring about a perfect ending.

he knows. I will protect some mountain people to reach the future, and I will also let some mountain people die on the road to the future.

he knows. He has seen many, from Lean to the imperial capital, from Avak to the Baisen Mountains, the boy has seen too much suffering, setbacks and tragedies.

  He still remembers those phantoms in Azure City, those crying souls and bloodstains, those decaying corpses and people who once had dreams.

Ian has always known that in the general cycle of social civilization, human individuals will always be wandering and bewildered as they are now, just like those parents who lost their children and children who lost their parents, just like those who lost their husbands The wives and the husbands who lost their wives will sink into irreparable despair and grief all their lives, and they will never recover.

   War. War never changes.

  The all-out war between Flameland and the Empire is imminent, and it has even begun, and no one can escape.

  If you want to break this cycle, you have to rebuild a world and a human world.

  And such a new world will inevitably only be born in the most extreme pain and destruction.

   "Never experienced pain..."

  Ian looked around at the thousands of figures in front of him: "I can't imagine heaven."

  He stared at these mountain people who were particularly cohesive and easily agitated because of a civil war and victory, and whispered to himself: "If you haven't lost anything, you won't want to hold on to anything."

  “Because I have witnessed tragedy, I want to create a happy ending.”

   "Mountain people...Fortunately or unfortunately, you meet this condition."

   "So it works for me."

  Whispering like this, Ian felt that he might be a devil, and he was using people's pain and urgent desire to accomplish what he wanted to accomplish.

  But if it is for your own goals...

  Then the devil is the devil.

   "I will become the most terrifying devil in this world, using your desires and dreams to create a new world."

   There may be a second update later, today should be a big chapter, but it is not finished

  

  

  (end of this chapter)