Otherworld Qin

Chapter 179 196 Hero's Funeral

When the dawn light shines on the fortress, it still can't sweep away the coolness of the long night like water, as if the fierce cry of killing is still lingering in my ears, I don't know if the heroic spirits of those soldiers have ascended to the kingdom of heaven.

Suddenly a squad of cavalry came slowly, holding a white flag in their hands. Gerald knew that this was the liaison officer sent by Calais to talk, so he stood on the crenel and shouted down, "Hey! What are you doing here? Is it Do you want to give me a challenge? I must have enjoyed killing you last night, and I don’t mind killing you tonight."

At this moment, his body was wrapped in thick gauze, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was extremely hoarse, but his aura still shocked people's hearts.

The cavalry below shouted immediately when they heard the shout, "Don't shoot the arrows, our general said that we admire the courage of you Omar people, so let me inform you, let you send people to collect the bones of the heroes, don't let them bury them wilderness!"

Hearing this, Gerald was taken aback for a moment, and then he sighed, "Okay, go back and tell your general, I'll send someone to collect the corpse right away."

Ortega limped to the front, "Hey, I said Gerald, the other party will not cheat, they were killed by us so badly last night, they are not convinced, let us go down today so that they can kill us all pause."

"Well, probably not. The people of Calais value shit honors more than their lives. How can they not count?" Gerald hesitated a little, but he was eager to bring back the remains of those soldiers as soon as possible. , give them a fairly decent funeral, after all these soldiers are heroes and shouldn't end up in the wilderness of corpses.

"Okay, don't think too much about it, your legs and feet are inconvenient, don't meddle with you, I will find some people to collect the corpse with me, if there is a fraud, I will admit it, I really can't bear to watch them Then lie there." As he spoke, Gerald looked sadly at yesterday's battlefield, and then went to gather his men.

After a while, more than 100 strong warriors had gathered together. There used to be a lot of maintenance tools in the fortress, but now they are naturally used to dig graves. This is to tell the Calais that they have no weapons on them, and it is a kind of trust in the other party.

These brave fighters are now full of sadness. Although they created the bloody battlefield with their own hands, no one is willing to look at it again. But for the funeral of their comrades and their own conscience, they endured the grief On this tragic battlefield.

Gerald used his hands to try to break the hands of a soldier pinching the Calais heavy cavalryman's neck, but they could not be distributed, and the two of them seemed to be tightly trapped together by invisible ropes.

In a fit of rage, he wanted to cut off the Calais heavy cavalryman's arm with a shovel, but he heard a shout behind him, "Stop!" The shovel that Gerald had been holding up finally did not fall, and he looked behind him, only to see a The Calais, who was also wearing unlined clothing, walked towards this side accompanied by several soldiers.

"They are all heroes, whether it is yours or mine, they are the bravest fighters when they are alive, and they should be respected after death." He asked the soldiers around him to help the two corpses, and then stretched out his hand Clinging to their backs, streams of pure fighting energy slowly poured in. Perhaps the heat of the fighting energy softened their bodies, and they miraculously separated automatically.

The general said to the soldiers, "You can carry him down and bury him properly." Then he turned to look at Gerrard, who was a little uncomfortable, and then said, "I admire the general's courage. , I also appreciate your talent, but I heard that the general was treated very unfairly in Orma. Such a thing will never happen in Calais, so I don't understand why you still have to fight yourself and Brother's life to protect this unjust country?"

Gerald listened hard and thought hard, but he didn't seem to understand what the other party was saying. Finally, he forced a smile as an answer, and then buried himself in another corpse.

Regarding this performance, General Calais was not angry, as if it was expected by him, he silently looked at Gerrard with a hot light in his eyes, "From the attack during the day yesterday to the steal at night From the battalion to the confrontation with my [-] heavy cavalry, the generals all showed outstanding strategies and astonishing courage, I admire the general very much, and I really want to make friends with you."

Gerald finally sensed something, stopped what he was doing and stood up, "Just tell me, what do you want me to do?" There is a voice behind the strings, so let me tell the truth, I really want the general to turn from the dark to the bright, if we, the Calais Empire, join us to overthrow the cruel and greedy and corrupt kingship of Omar."

A smile slowly came to the corner of Gerald's mouth, and suddenly his face darkened, and a murderous look gushed out of his body, "You are actually a lobbyist, and wanting me to be a traitor is simply wishful thinking like farting. Bah!" After leaving a mouthful of thick phlegm, Gerald attached himself to pick up the soldier's body, and strode away.

General Calais' face turned blue and red, and finally he couldn't help but burst out, "Stop, you are insulting me, remember, you will pay for your rudeness and arrogance today."

When Gerald heard this, he stopped in his tracks, and then gently put down the corpse on his shoulder, holding the shovel tightly in his hand, "Little Jerry, throw your shovel over here." The shovel was thrown to him, and Gerald reached out to catch it and chopped it into General Calais' feet.

"You, what are you going to do?" This scene was obviously beyond General Calais' expectations, "Didn't you say that I will pay the price? Don't wait until later, I think the weather is good today, and the two of us are here like a man Make gestures, there is a ready-made pit over there, if I lose, I don’t blame others, let my brothers push me in, sprinkle a handful of soil, and I will kill you guys in the same way after 20 years. Lay bastard!"

Hearing the commotion here, soldiers from both sides quickly gathered around. A bloody fight that could not be called a battle was about to begin, but General Calais' face slowly turned from white to red, and he suddenly smiled, "I won't!" Accept your duel, we will stay on the battlefield if we have the ability, and scuffling in the way of barbarians here is a blasphemy to these dead heroes, let's go." He said and left here with his own people.

Seeing his slowly receding figure, Gerald spat fiercely, "You look like a fool, what do you think I'm capable of?" Looking at the soldiers around him, Gerald immediately shouted "Get the fuck out of here quickly, what are you looking at?"

In the evening, on a hillside not far from the fort, more than 2000 new graves were erected. Maybe no one can tell what they are all called, and there are no tombstones on the graves, but Gerald will always remain in his heart. cast their shadows.

Although he disdained what that General Calais did, the other party simply scrubbed the remains of the soldiers left behind by him in the camp, wrapped them in a whole white cloth and sent them back. This scene still moved Gerald very much. No matter how cruel the war is, the fighters on both sides are just their masters, and when they die, they are just a piece of loess. It is a kind of luck to be free from the wilderness of corpses.

Standing in the middle of the new grave, Gerald suddenly felt that he was tired of the war. He really wanted to find a land without war, raise a few cows and make some wine, drink and curse with Ortega when he was free, or Just start a fight, he thought as he walked towards the fortress, the last ray of sunset was shining on his body, it was warm, and he suddenly thought, should he find a woman to have a few babies?
This day Shengxuan locked himself in the room, no matter who called him, he would not open the door, and he finally walked out of the room at night, which made Reg's heart ache.

"What's wrong? Are you injured?" Hearing Reg's question, Shengxuan could not help but sit on the crenel, "No, I just feel uncomfortable." "What happened?"

"Hey, I've heard what happened during the day. Gerald took the soldiers to bury the brothers who died in battle. I felt very uncomfortable. They trusted me and went out with me, but I didn't bring them back. Now They were lying in the cold wasteland while we were alive and breathing the fresh air, and I felt sorry for them."

Looking at Sheng Xuan with a gloomy face, Reg didn't know how to comfort him. He looked up at the looming stars in the sky and murmured, "This is war, a word written with blood and life. Maybe these soldiers They don’t know what caused the war, but they have to fight and sacrifice their lives. This is the meaning of their existence. Wars make generals, but no one knows how many dead bones are buried behind the generals.”

"If you don't ask about Fenghou's affairs, the king will be successful." Such a poem suddenly appeared in Shengxuan's mind, and he couldn't help smiling wryly and shaking his head. Suddenly there was a wave of wavering, the domineering spirit of leading hundreds of thousands of soldiers to conquer all directions in his previous life suddenly appeared extremely small in that barren mound, he was not doubting his own thinking was wrong, but doubting his own ability.

"Do you hate war?" Hearing Reg's question, Shengxuan shook his head, which made Reg stunned, "Why? War will kill many people, didn't you just feel sad for those brothers who died? "

"Wars don't stop happening because I hate them. I just feel so incompetent and small. If I were strong enough, they wouldn't die. I'd be sorry for my brother's death, but I'd be equally ashamed to kill them all." If I can kill all the enemies, then there will be no more wars in this world."

These words set off a big wave in Reg's heart. He never knew what Shengxuan thought in his heart. Suddenly he remembered what he saw last night, the sneer on Chengxuan's face during the killing, and now he remembered it even more. Feeling cold, he originally wanted to say to Shengxuan, "You are already very strong. In this series of battles, you have created miracles of winning more with less. You have exchanged the lives of more than 2000 people for nearly [-] of the opponent's life." Casualties." But now these words can't be uttered.

At this moment, Reg's heart was full of contradictions and struggles, as if this war had made Shengxuan find his own belonging. He was no longer the mercenary boy who only wanted to improve his strength, but became a mercenary for Omar. The warriors who fought in the empire, what about yourself?Where do you belong?Maybe only after finding the murderer who killed his whole family, can his heart truly belong. This thought popped up suddenly, and then expanded rapidly, almost filling his heart, making him unable to breathe in pain.

(End of this chapter)