Longmen Memoirs

"I heard."

He nodded slightly, looked up at Chen Mo who was standing in front of him and asked: "Sir, do you still remember when you were in Grai? You told me at that time that I could find the answer I wanted to know by myself. I don't know what I am doing now." I may not have found the answer I wanted, but I know that some things will never change, whether in Grai or here."

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that we know. In fact, we all know." Su Enyang said: "No matter whether His Highness will come or not, many of them know that they may not survive tomorrow, but they still come here and listen to you. These, even if it were another person, they would still come, because what made us come was neither driven by anyone nor ordered by anyone. It was ourselves, our own will, our own ideas, and our own choices."

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment, and he understood what Su Enyang wanted to say.

"Free Sakaz, huh?"

"Even if the cost is life." Su Enyang smiled and nodded.

"Don't blame me?"

"Of course, how can I not complain? You have to know how angry I was after you asked me to leave. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?" Su Enyang paused: "What I thought was, with this How come an outsider, under the banner of the Tower of Babel and in the name of His Highness, took away everything I had gained with my life? How come you, who have never done anything for us, deny my ideas in just a few words? You said, I scolded you three times a day in my mind."

He raised his finger and shook it, as if to emphasize something.

"Now?"

"It still is." Su Enyang replied sincerely: "But it's not just scolding. I'm tired of scolding and have to take a rest. If I don't die this time, I will continue to scold in my heart."

"Just don't let me hear it."

"...I'm very grateful to you, sir." Su Enyang said suddenly: "I thank you for letting me come here, get to know these people, know what our Sakaz really think, and know what our Sakaz actually needs. If I didn’t see it in person and get in touch with it, I don’t think I would be able to experience this in my lifetime. The gaze of the past held me back and almost made me go the wrong way.”

"Don't say that." Chen Mo waved his hand: "I didn't think about it at all at the time. I just thought that this guy was not practical, too impulsive, and a little too fanatical. He had to be sent away to avoid hurting me. thing."

"..."

Su Enyang's expression froze on his face and suddenly collapsed, as if he heard something extremely unacceptable. He was a little entangled. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. In the end, he could only sigh softly.

"What? I'm very disappointed." Chen Mo asked.

"You don't need to be so honest." Su Enyang looked at Chen Mo with tangled eyes.

"How can that be done? On the one hand, I think honesty is a virtue, but on the other hand..." Chen Mo raised his hand and patted Su Enyang's shoulder lightly, crossing him.

His words then rang out.

"I'm not generous enough to say nice things to someone who often scolds me in his mind."

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You just don't understand, Tallulah.

You don’t understand how many deaths you have to bear for this, you don’t understand that this road is not as easy as you think, you don’t understand what it feels like to make those decisions, and watch those people die because of your decisions. At this time, their deaths are accumulated in your heart.

Fortunately, I have never met them. Unfortunately, you live with them day and night.

Who can you afford to lose?

Alina, Froststar, Ino, Sasha, or those warriors who are by your side, who trust you, and who are led by you, your single decision can affect their life or death.

You feel uneasy, you feel that this shouldn't happen, this is wrong, but you are not ready yet.

--Prepare?We cannot and cannot prepare for everything, Chen Mo!They won't let us prepare, and when they do it, when they kill our fellow citizens, they won't give us time to prepare.

Or, when we are ready, they will not do this and will let us go. How should we prepare?Wait until you can no longer live, wait until you die. At that time, tell me, can we be ready? !

——You know that’s not what I meant.

——Yes, I know, but I will not leave them, everyone, no, never!

——I didn’t mean it, I just...heard the sound. Did you and Tallulah quarrel, Chen.

——No, we just had a small disagreement during the discussion as before.

——Are you okay?

——It’s okay, it’s not the first time, Miss Alina.

--I can rest assured that.

ps: The last paragraph is a memory.

Chapter 10 The battle for change ([-]) I don’t know if it’s correct

He is only ten years old this year, his family is not rich, and he does not go to school like many children of his age and enjoy everything that his age should have.

Maybe he has a teacher he doesn't like very much, and he has to worry about endless homework every day. There is one, maybe several classmates and friends who often hang out together, and there is also that one... he likes it but can't say it out loud, so he can only deliberately tease him. The deskmate who caught her attention.

But now he has nothing.

His youth was forever fixed in this age.

The sky in the morning is still as gloomy as ever. The air in the industrial area has always been mixed with thick smog, which makes breathing sluggish. Thick smoke rises from the blast furnace every day. The boiling molten iron and flames in the boiler are the source of most people living here. For children, their daily life is the trophies collected in the recycling bin, some industrial residues that may not be used.

Most of the boys in the industrial area have similar collections at home, and they also have their own secretly hidden tools, which they use to turn the gray-white steel into something they have only heard of but never seen.

Certain animals, tall buildings, cars and swords are all their favorite toys.

They are always full of ideas.

But today they did not go to the collection station where they go back every day, nor did they hide in a secret base with their friends, or take risks to deliver messages to the uncles in the industrial zone. They passed everyone's test and became a Qualified "warrior".

A song I had never heard before came over the factory radio.

The workers suddenly stopped working, and they silently picked up whatever weapons they could get at hand. Just when the senior officials of the municipal government thought that their warning-like actions were enough to scare this group of people who had never seen them. When the untouchables in the world trembled in fear, they did not flinch.

The mercenary who was sent to monitor and take care of these workers was frightened by this scene. Countless people stopped at the same time and looked at his position. It was difficult for him not to feel panic.

The mercenary pretended to be calm, threw away the cigarette that had not been extinguished, and raised the crossbow in his hand.

"What do you want to do!" He pointed his crossbow at the nearest worker and shouted sternly: "Work! Get back to work immediately. What's that look in your eyes? You're deaf. Didn't you hear what I was saying?" !”

His voice became louder and louder, as if to hide the fear in his heart, but his fingers couldn't help but tremble because of it. There were too many people, but he didn't know who he should target. 【>&

Normally, he could make these people obedient as long as he pulled out the whip, but he was not sure now, the eyes of those looking at him were filled with fire.

That look frightened him.

Maybe he should let these people see blood.

He pulled the trigger, but the moment before the trigger was pulled, and before the Origin Stone skills could activate the crossbow, a thick hand pressed down on his shoulder from behind and removed his arm.

"What else do you want to do? You want to kill people, but you don't know how to kill people. Sakaz, let me teach you."

The person strangled his neck tightly from behind, the muscles of his thick arms were knotted, and the veins were exposed, like steel.

The weapon fell to the ground, and the pain instantly invaded his brain. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was covered before he could make a sound. The arms around his neck tightened, making breathing difficult and painful. He tried to open his mouth and raised his head. I began to want to see clearly the appearance of the person behind me.

His consciousness was blurring, and he vaguely saw a pair of hideous scars across his left eye. His eyes were as cold as fire.

"It's time to pay your debt, bastard!"

He heard these words at the end of his consciousness, which reminded him of the Sakaz girl who was brutally murdered by him when he was sent here to punish this group of people a few days ago.

But how dare they, how dare you!

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't do such a thing.

The mercenary's body fell limply to the ground. Karl picked up his weapon and looked at the crowd in front of him.

"It's time, my brothers, to take back what's ours."

He said this and without waiting for anyone's response, he turned around and strode towards the door.

He was not very good at speaking, and he never liked speaking, but at this moment he really wished he could say something more, something more powerful. He thought about it, but unfortunately he still couldn't think of it.

The crowd watched his leaving figure in silence. Finally, one person moved, and the crowd behind him began to gather. They stopped their day and night work to build steel and source stones for this war, and they used this to survive and support their families. , but they don’t do that anymore.

Some people picked up the long knife left by the mercenary, and some people angrily wanted to trample on his usually arrogant body, but he was stopped by others.

"Don't do this. He is already dead. Think about what adults usually say. They are right. We are different from them."

The young man stopped and spat at the corpse unwillingly.

"Bah, I gave them an advantage, these lackeys."

"You're not an adult anymore, you're a trainer. Why haven't you changed your mind yet, Uncle Finn?" The young man walking by said with a smile, holding a hammer in his hand.

"That's the person sent by His Highness, ah, trainer, you're here too."

The trainer was a young Sakaz, one of the people who came from Grai, and was assigned to their factory.

"Don't say that, Uncle Fenn, whether it's you or me, we are the same. We are all Sakaz, and we are all His Highness's people." The young trainer has the same experience of working in front of an industrial furnace as they do. Appear dark skin.

His smile was very gentle.

People came out of the factory and walked on the street, their arms tied with scarlet armbands. The color of the armbands was so dazzling in the gray industrial area.

They merged in block after block, and met again at intersection after intersection, more often than last time, and more silently and violently.

The crowd was silent, and the sound of footsteps shook the land of this industrial area.

Passing by the tavern in Luweifang, the usually stingy and shrewd tavern old man actually opened the door and offered the tavern to everyone he knew or didn't know who passed by.

"Old man Lu Wei, it's really a ghost. Normally I would like to exchange a glass of wine for two bottles and sell it. Why are you so generous today?"

Some regulars couldn't help but make fun of him.

"This is the wine to take you on your way, bastard. If you don't want it, just give it back to me. Where did all the bullshit come from."

He hurriedly hugged the bottle tightly.

"Oh, don't give it up for free, old man, I can pluck a hair out of you【/

"Drink, drink, drink you to death."

"If I take advantage of you once, even if I die, my life will not be in vain."

He laughed and said as he got into the crowd.

This was not the first person to say such things, nor was he the last, but this time Old Lu Wei seemed very patient and did not yell, curse or drive away.

After the last bottle of wine was distributed, the old Sakaz silently returned to his tavern. When he came out again, he held an old but often maintained sword in his hand, which was the standard of the army. , a combat knife that has been around for some time.

"Old man, it seems that we are all old." He gently stroked the blade of the sword and tied a red ribbon on his arm: "I thought that we would only die of old age like this in this life. I'm really unwilling to accept it. Let us go again." Do something for that Highness."

He walked into the endless crowd.

There are old people, there are children, there are women, men, women, it seems that at this moment they all have the same identity, they are all just Sakaz.

"Afraid?"

Someone asked the child who was following him. York looked back at the crowd around him. He knew some of the people and some he didn't. He saw the aunt from the clothing store on the corner. Her mother said that her clothes were the strongest and most durable. The clothes I wore were modified from the clothes my father had bought before.

He saw the old man in the tavern. When delivering newspapers to his house, the old man was so stingy that he wouldn't even give him a drink of water. He saw the owner of the restaurant. Although his food was not very delicious and he had never tasted it, he heard that the food was not very delicious. Fatty talked about it.

He also saw people he had seen before, but most of them he had never seen before. The industrial area was very large. York had never even been out of his own neighborhood, and his mother wouldn't let him go too far.

"Will we die?" York asked: "When I was chased by the men in black yesterday, Fran... fell down and bled a lot when he came back. They didn't let me see it, but I knew that Fran might be dead. ”

"Do you know what death is, child."

"I know, dad is dead, and mom said dad will never come back."

"..."

His answer silenced the man for a moment.

"What's your name?"

"York, that's what they all call me."

"Listen, York, we will die, probably, but don't be afraid, it's not us who should be afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

He shook his head and looked at the flag in the opponent's hand with envy. He knew that the person in front of him was a trainer. He came from the Tower of Babel. Like the uncle who lived next to him, although he was a big shot, he was willing to teach him. These people read and write, and are willing to tell stories to themselves.

"Can you please let me raise this flag? Lily's house is on the corner in front. I think... if I can hold this flag and walk past her door, she will definitely be able to see me from the window. I..." He asked somewhat stutteringly.

"You like her? York." The trainer looked at the boy with a smile.

"No, no, I didn't..." The boy hurriedly wanted to retort, but the trainer had already handed over the flag in his hand.

"...It's so heavy."

The flag was heavier than York thought. He hurriedly grasped it, shaking a little when he took it.

"Hold on tight, York. This flag is heavy, but you must not let it fall."