Longmen Memoirs

But if they stay on the tundra in the northwest, the infected will never have a way out.

Tallulah knows, she actually understands in her heart that what she wants is not just to let the infected live, but to have a land of their own to live on. She understands that only by truly overthrowing Ursus' harsh rule, the infected will The stable life you pray for will truly come, and before that, all concessions, compromises, and patience are just delayed death and false extravagant hopes. As long as Ursus still exists, the infected will never get ahead.

But she also understood that she might have been influenced by Cosich, and she inevitably wanted to prove something, to prove that her ideas were right, and to prove that Cosich was wrong. She had strong feelings that maybe even she herself was not aware of. The strong desire to win and the desire to win are the strongest fighting factors engraved in every Drak's ancient bloodline.

Draco's nature is such that no one can avoid it.

"The northwest tundra cannot allow us to survive. The bigger our team grows, the more we need food and energy supplies. There are far more settlements that hate us than villages that support us."

Tallulah tries to convince the Patriots.

"There is moss wheat all year round... Even if we participate in farming, how much can we harvest? Will our fields be destroyed by pickets? The guerrillas can easily defeat them, but other infected people cannot."

She was right.

As the power of the infected grows, sooner or later they will have to face this problem and Ursus will turn his attention to the north. And by then, if they have not grown up, Ursus will have no effort to eliminate them, but If they want to grow, the tundra cannot support so many people. Their only way out is the south, the infected people in the south and the land in the south, but that also means that they must confront Ursus in advance.

This means that future battles may no longer be as easy as on the snowfield, and it also means that more people will die.

They did not have time to grow, and the limited life span of the infected did not allow them to grow, but fortunately the number of infected people in Ursus never decreased.

"You are hastening their death." the patriot said coldly.

She saw fighting spirit in the eyes of this young infected person, but she also saw ambition. Her eyes were burning with fire. The flames would burn everything she could see regardless of friend or foe, and eventually she would be burned as well.

She may not be aware of the problem yet.

But patriots are different, patriots are better than any other [|

He knew that death always came easily, and he also knew how young people with the same beliefs as Tallulah lost their young lives within the generous walls of Ursus.

They always think about things too easily. They always think that they can get relief and relief with their passion, but this will never be the case.

"We have to leave the tundra, not to Sami, nor to the wasteland... We are going to the east, to the south, to a warm place." Tallulah clenched her hands as if to vent her thoughts.

"How are you going to survive? How are you going to let so many of us survive." The patriot asked a fatal question in a deep voice.

And he also knew that Tallulah herself did not have a feasible plan, and she might not even think about this issue much, because for her, this issue did not need to be considered at all.

"The guerrillas are saving people, but the guerrillas will never sacrifice people other than the guerrillas. Only soldiers sacrifice." The patriot said, saying it so openly, as if Tallulah's plan was to make more people who were not Warrior people go and die.

"However, there are far more infected people living in and around cities than on the frozen soil." Tallulah retorted: "You are based in the north and hate the treatment of infected people in the north... so you don't It’s a great opportunity to learn how infected people in the south live.”

Tallulah considered her words. She was describing something that was happening to the patriot, but Tallulah forgot that maybe the patriot was different from her, and not everyone had the same personality as Tallulah Atria. Patriots don't think so about the general greatness of wanting to "save the world." Patriots only want to protect the people they can save.

But he would not say that Tallulah had no self-awareness. He was just too young for this girl.

The beautiful youth is just like when Bodrokas raised the spear in his hand for the first time. He thought he could fight to defend Kazdale, but now, Kazdale and the years have gone away from him.

"Are they doing well?"

The patriot asked this deliberately. He had been stationed in the north all year round, but when he first came to Ursus, he lived in a city in the south. He was received by the late emperor in that huge city called Holy Castle. Later, he had Family, even if he lost that, lost them forever in the South, in the events involving the infected.

"They had it bad," Tallulah said, shaking her head.

"You want to recruit them?"

Undoubtedly, the Patriot became more and more convinced of the fire he saw in Tallulah's eyes, the flame of some terrible ambition.

"I want to unite them." Tallulah said firmly.

"When the Empire looks at the infected, you bear the brunt." Patriot said, but it seemed to be asking, the giant looked down at Draco in front of him.

The so-called unity in Tallulah's mouth is just another way of talking about mass rebellion.

But Tallulah did not flinch, she seemed to understand the meaning of the patriot's words.

"It's not about uniting around me." Tallulah shook her head: "It's about uniting around the same idea, all infected people together."

The Patriot looked down at Tallulah.

"Ideology? Infected people are treated as sawdust on the tundra, treated as waste in the mines, treated as punishment in the settlements, and used as fuel in the city."

Another unrealistic statement, Patriot thought. Tallulah in front of him may not understand what an infected person is. Before contracting the Originium Disease, there was essentially no difference between them and the people who hated them. Maybe they were just infected. The concept of "or" was shaved off separately. After a long time, everyone mistakenly thought that they became two different creatures.

A sad joke.

And what Tallulah wants to unite, or rather gather, is this group of people, this kind of explosive that lurks huge disasters.

"The infected people on the tundra are neither ignorant nor stupid. We have no illusions. All ideas are illusions until they are implemented."

"But all the fantasies that people think of can also be ideas that have not yet been implemented, and we are doing it, and we can do it." Tallulah retorted, she is indeed good at arguing, and Cosiche has carefully cultivated it Regardless of her tone, words, or even gestures, she has become a rising city star in intercity talks.

Even though she abandoned this identity as the Duke's adopted daughter and heir, Cosiche's influence still lingers with her.

"Even if it fails?"

"Even if we die, someone will carry on the legacy, at least that's what we did."

"You want to be a hero, Tallulah. You speak of death easily, but your bravery will kill more people who would not have to die because of your bravery. On the battlefield, perhaps among a hundred soldiers who died in battle, If someone like you appears, a warrior should not be afraid of death, but what a warrior should do more is to win while trying to survive. I don't see this in you."

Patriots spoke out:

"Your single thought will cause many people to die for you, and you just told them an idea, an idea that you can neither guarantee to realize nor prepare for death. But there are mines and patrols on the tundra, With the stupid and lazy defenders, we still have a place to get resources, and we don’t have to die because of your ideas.”

"..."

Tallulah didn't answer.

This was the first time that Patriot had said so many words and expressed her own opinions, but her opinions were so cruel that Tallulah could not find any room to refute.

Perhaps we can say that the patriot is cowardly. Frost Star is right. The patriot is an old stubborn, an old stubborn who guards an acre of land regardless of the future. He is worried about the future and faces reality. Like most old people, he Comprehensive yet thoughtful.

Old people can never be so determined to risk everything for a certain idea. If even they do this, who will pay for the impulse of young people.

After a long time, Tallulah spoke again.

She adjusted her attitude and no longer tried to persuade the patriots with her ideas, but communicated, or negotiated.

“Sooner or later the resources on the tundra will be exhausted because we don’t have the means to develop them,” Tallulah said. “We don’t have a sustainable mobile city, and we don’t have competent natural disaster messengers.”

We are like rats running around in the snowfield, collecting pitiful and meager supplies and food everywhere. How long can we persist? Ursus' defense will only get heavier and heavier.

There are mines in the tundra and there is abundant mineral resources, but the infected people have neither a stable and mature industrial system nor relevant technical talents. They cannot even produce a heavy mining machine.

This is always fatal and a false proposition that cannot be properly resolved or avoided.

"But if you want to go to the city, we have nothing." The patriot said.

"We'll gain new friends."

"Who is your friend?" The patriot said without any hesitation: "I can admit that your plan is extraordinary, but what you are planning is not surprising even if it has merit."

After all, no matter how good the disguise is, Patriot can see that the problem of a mere infected person cannot fill the burning fire of anger in the heart of Drac in front of her. She is eager for more things as firewood, no matter it is The infected, or the entire... empire.

"How many strategists died on the tundra? I don't see why you can do what you said. You are not even as good as those strategists who died on this land. At least there were some of them. I have realized it with my own hands, but you, an idea? What do you rely on to realize it?"

Patriot asked, losing the idea of ​​continuing the conversation with Tallulah.

"Why did the late emperor make the earth tremble? Because he was obsessed with this and never talked about lofty visions. He only took steps."

Tallulah saw the Patriot's eyes looking at her calmly, but it was precisely because of his calmness that he did not agree.

she heard the patriot say.

"...and you can't."

It seemed that a certain decision had been made.

Tallulah was stunned. The Patriot finally denied her, not because of her plan, but because of Tallulah herself.

A ridiculous, naive and pompous fool.Although the patriots did not say so ruthless.

"……gentlemen!"

"You said that I would be crushed by Ursus' armor. You showed me the true power of Ursus' army. I admit that sooner or later, they will look at us. We will be caught one day. We There is no escape.”

Tallulah straightened her back and faced the tall Wendigo in front of her.

"Let them come?" she asked. "Do you think so, sir, that the tundra will make you better prepared for a decisive battle?"

The answer is no, of course the answer is no. Once Ursus arrives, what can the infected people on the tundra do? Resist, but why should they resist?

They succumbed to this short moment of rest, and they had lost the opportunity to resist. That was the real death, and they could not even struggle.

Tallulah's eyes were so determined.

Patriot suddenly understood the hidden meaning of her words.

"Are you looking for a new battlefield?"

"I'm looking for a chance to win," Tallulah said. "Yes, you are indeed right. I can't realize the idea I said yes, at least now I can't. But sir, dignity has always been on the sword, not compromise and concession. We have to face them head-on. We We must always face Ursus. Even if we fall, the infected will not, never will. Someone will always stand up and resist them. As long as Ursus still treats us like this, we will never surrender to them. .”

"Yes, we will die, we will die here, in the south, in a place we have never been, but we will also let Ursus understand our will, with our blood, with our For more people, that is hope, but for warriors like you and me, it is an opportunity, the only opportunity to get rid of our inherent strategy."

Tallulah's tone gradually calmed down.

She looked at Patriot. At this moment, he no longer felt that the Wendigo in front of her made her feel unable to face him directly, and she no longer thought about the sudden end of his words as before.

Tallulah said: "I always remember very clearly, someone once told me that when we decide to fight for something, for some truth that we are pursuing, we should be prepared to sacrifice. You You would say I was taking a dangerous gamble, yes, but without stepping up to the table, we wouldn't even be qualified to win."

"Traveling on the tundra is just a slow death in the end...just like the little life we ​​have left as infected people. I want to keep repeating this, because you and I both know it."

You and I both know that even if we don't do it, more people will.

You and I both know that we are on the path of sacrifice.

In addition, even if we linger on, what will we have left on the day we die?

"..."

The patriots fell silent.

He was unusually silent for a long time.

He looked at Tallulah, and finally just turned around, and the tall Wendigo gradually moved away.

His words echoed in Tallulah's ears along with his footsteps.

"My daughter may believe you, but I, I don't believe someone who has never been disappointed by the facts and who is just presenting some false and empty theory of his own."

"..."

Tallulah watched the Wendigo's figure go away and disappear from sight. Her clenched hands slowly lowered, and she seemed to be relieved.

The Patriots dismissed her outright.

She thought she would be disappointed, but in fact, she was not disappointed at all. She just felt more and more that her ideas were correct.

The infected should live like this, instead of waiting for the day when their bodies are covered with Origin Stones and die.

ps: Two lines, from here we can see the different attitudes of Chen Mo and Tallulah towards the infected, as well as the differences that will inevitably arise in the future.

What is lacking in the integration movement and what can it rely on to achieve it? This is to the point. Destiny... runs throughout.

No.16 Dignity

In the town of Kazdertaba.

After w and her reconnaissance team brought back information about the Taba Town garrison, I personally led a raid on the mercenary troops stationed in Taba Town. They tried to turn Taba Town into a frontline fortress, inserting troops across the battlefield. The front end.

The artillery regiment of the Tower of Babel bombed continuously all night. The Sakaz frontline soldiers broke into Taba Town despite the roar of artillery fire. The flames of war ignited the city. It was undoubtedly a tragic war. The only result of that war was The town of Taba was completely wiped off Kazdale's map overnight.

There are many similar wars.

I can tell you a lot more, a lot of things you haven't imagined, a lot of disappointments you haven't experienced.

On the battlefield, kindness can never save you. On the battlefield, we must give up something, human nature. Yes, war is gradually reducing people from humans to beasts, or even zombies.

So sometimes, I tell myself to leave some sober thoughts for myself so that I can remember that I am still a human being and not a beast that joins the battlefield and eats flesh and blood.

But sometimes, we are doing similar things, and sometimes this feeling of easily taking away a life and deciding the life or death of others will give us an irrepressible sense of control and accomplishment.

The uncontrollable pleasure, excitement, the violence and bloodthirst hidden in the bones, these feelings are enough to make a person sink.

Blood, gun smoke, corpses, ruins...

Life gradually loses its weight on the battlefield. When life falls like weeds, you will suddenly understand a truth. Life is actually very cheap, extremely cheap. When you understand this truth, life will become It becomes a series of increasing and decreasing numbers on the map.

It's scary, Tallulah, but most people who have served as battlefield commanders have had similar experiences of being considered cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel.

People have reason to think of them this way.