Longmen Memoirs

"Go on." Hogg asked, and no one else had any objection.

Su Enyang paused.

"I met the leader they elected."

"I hope you didn't tell them our purpose."

"I'm not that stupid, Hogg, but I told them that we are from the south. Their leaders know what they are doing. They are not afraid of death. Hogg, or in the eyes of the city lord, they are all a group of people who are not yet dead. Even if they do nothing and survive this winter, no one can guarantee that they will survive the next winter."

Hogg fell silent.

If they can live, no one wants to die, but if there is no hope in living, then what is the difference between dying and waiting to die? Maybe death has become a kind of relief for them, because there is nothing to live. Worth the wait.

But Hogg remained calm, or he was considering Su Enyang's words and what he wanted to express.

"We don't have many people, Su Enyang. If you want us to help them, I won't agree."

"But we can abandon the original plan, Hogg, and shift the focus from the material warehouse to the weapons depot. They have the ability to cause explosions and accidents in refineries and mining areas, and these accidents will divert the attention of the defense team and provide us with Create an opportunity and we can get this batch of weapons to arm enough people.”

"Then let them use their lives to increase the city's military strength, leaving the city garrison and those unscrupulous mercenaries in a state of distress. After realizing that they could not quell the riot, the city lord would only bring his few troops and property with him. Leave the city, and we will get Grai on their corpses." Hogg slowly added to Su Enyang's unfinished words with calm words.

"Isn't this exactly our original purpose?" Su Enyang did not deny it. "Even if we can successfully destroy most of the city's material warehouses, it will only push them to choose to cause riots in order to survive, and push the municipal government and city owners to exploit them more harshly. We are pushing them to a dead end. .”

"You can't guarantee that those angry workers and Sakaz will not devastate this city. I don't want a useless city and a group of wandering Sakaz workers. It's better to follow our original plan, at least I can still control it.”

"Even without us, they will still do this. Hogg, you can't control it. You haven't seen the look in their eyes. You don't understand how terrifying and fearless a group of people who are struggling between death and life are." Su Enyang answer:

"Their blood will flow in vain on the streets this winter, and their corpses sent into the refining furnace to be used as fuel will increase the defense of this city and the severity of them. I know our purpose very well. We are not good people, nor are we We came to this city to save them, but Hogg, once things go to the point I mentioned, both you and your purpose will become ridiculous, and we have no choice."

Hogg fell silent and looked directly into Su Enyang's eyes. He had to admit that what Su Enyang was considering was a possible fact, but that also meant that they had to take more serious risks than before, but the risks and rewards were proportional.

"When are they going to take action?"

"After I convince you." Su Enyang replied with a smile: "Maybe we will die with them, but for themselves and for the purpose of our coming to this city, it is all worth it."

"And for His Highness." Hogg added.

Su Enyang grinned.

"Of course, also for the sake of Your Highness Thearesia, who deserves Sakaz's respect."

Theresia is willing to make sacrifices and concessions for Sakaz, but as Chen Mo said, he can't stop Sakaz from choosing the same thing for her. Maybe they are not just for Theresia, but It was for themselves, but Theresa gave them expectations. They did not pursue Theresia's ideals, but living was worth their lives.

ps: Guess where Chen Mo is in the Tower of Babel?

Chapter 96 Gray Street

She has a kind of kindness, or kindness, that is rare among Sarkaz mercenaries. This may be the cause of her death, but it may also bring her something else.

At least in Grai, she was the first person willing to put down her weapons.

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Hogg's plan did not go smoothly. The Sakaz workers in the factory showed great vigilance and distrust towards their arrival, but this vigilance and distrust did not hinder their cooperation.

Just like Su Enyang said, at this point, these workers have no intention of turning back. They just hope that everything will be as Su Enyang said, and that their lives will be slightly better after arriving in the south.

Hogg made a guarantee and left some people as liaisons between the two sides, which made the workers slightly less vigilant.

June 1087, 1, Crystalline Era.

The fire in the factory was rising like yesterday, but the workers in the factory tacitly put down their work. They gathered under the team leaders elected by each other and picked up the hammers, iron tongs, and wrenches that they usually worked on. , even left the factory empty-handed and walked onto the streets of Grai.

The snow is as heavy as yesterday.

Under the heavy snow, exposed under the dirty uniforms are strong muscular arms and a pair of resolute faces and eyes.

The usually aloof overseers and guards sent by the lord were the first to be submerged in this gathering wave. They were silent and walked silently on the long street of Grai.

There were no flags, no slogans, and no violence.

The footsteps gathered into a torrent, like a mantis using its arms as a chariot, and it seemed as though death was at home.

"They've already started."

Su Enyang held the radio and his tone was trembling. He couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear. The guards stationed in the warehouse began to mobilize in a hurry. Everything seemed to go as planned.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Hogg responded in a low voice. The door of the warehouse where weapons were stored dozens of meters away opened, and pairs of neatly-equipped soldiers rushed towards the neighborhood of Grai.

Hogg withdrew his gaze from the warehouse and looked at the black figures gathering behind him.

It was a Sakaz worker. They tried hard to keep quiet, but the tension and apprehension before the battle could still be seen on their faces.

Hogg also felt uneasy. Even though he had experienced several battles and walked away from the battlefield alive, this was the first time he faced this situation.

Few of these workers are called soldiers, and they have not even received any formal military training. However, now Hogg wants to lead them to seize the military warehouse in front of them, even if it is only a small mobile city.

They didn't even have a few decent weapons. Hogg felt that this was a way to die. He didn't know what Su Enyang was thinking, but what Hogg knew was that, just like Su Enyang said, even without them, these workers would still have to fight. Faced with these, and without them afterwards, their situation may be even worse.

Su Enyang was probably sympathizing with these Sakaz workers, but he could not deny that acting together with the Sakaz workers had a much higher success rate than Hogg's original plan.

Boll's voice came over the radio.

Hogg knew the time had come.

He clenched the long knife in his hand and looked at Sevik and Billien. The two of them would be responsible for leading the workers here to seize the door of the garrison. After that, he and Su Enyang led the rest to transfer weapons as quickly as possible. .

Hogg wanted to say something, but the workers looked at this strange Sakaz who had half of his horn broken off his head. Hogg finally said nothing because he found that he was not very good at speeches and mobilization.

"Brothers, brothers of Sakaz workers." Su Enyang's voice attracted everyone's attention. He stood at the window and raised his arms: "Maybe we will all die here today, and maybe no one will remember us in the end. Name, but my brother, my Sakaz brother, we are never afraid of death, we are not afraid of separation, look at your left and right, look at the people around you, we are not fighting alone, we never have been. "

"We are just afraid that our death is worthless. We are just afraid that our descendants will repeat our tragedies again and again. We just want to live lowly, but the lord and his guards deprived us of all this and our wealth. , deprived us of our freedom, and now, we are depriving us of our lives.”

Su Enyang raised the long knife in his hand, his voice was exciting and exciting, and his young face was flushed.

"Brothers, how can we tolerate our lives being trampled on, even if we have lost our dignity? How can we tolerate the greed and deprivation imposed on us by the lords? We must resist, even with our lives and our blood. , we must take back our freedom and our lost dignity.”

Su Enyang glanced at Hogg slightly.

"So go, my brother, and let us die together today for dignity and freedom!"

The silence in the room was eerie, and Su Enyang's call went unanswered.

After a few seconds, violent shouts and roars rang out in the apartment, scattering the flying snow falling on the window.

Freedom, dignity.

The Sakaz people have long forgotten this kind of thing. They only feel lucky to live day after day, even if the lord's oppression day and night can be harsh on them.

But the cheers were like a suppressed beast. Now he had no control. Now he didn't care and even left his life behind.

He is so terrible.

Because he is not afraid of death, because it has embarked on the road of death.

Hogg watched this scene silently. He only felt that something in his chest broke through the restraints, so amid the shouts of these workers who could not be called soldiers, Hogg kicked open the door of the apartment.

Not far away is the gate of the military zone, and behind you, a flood of people is rushing towards the gate. They are shouting, they are angry, and their hearts are buried with years of unwillingness and oppression, their fears, and their desires. Now, All turned into the courage to die.

Maybe this courage is only temporary, maybe they don't know what the future holds?

But who cares?

Nobody cares.

They only care that they will die this winter, or maybe next winter. They only care that their children will repeat their dark life, which will never end.

They only care about the anger in their hearts and the hatred that has nowhere to vent.

The snow in winter is so cold, but the anger in everyone's heart is ignited. They are not as silent as the workers on the long street. They are beasts suppressed in endless oppression and exploitation. They were once humans but were never suppressed. Treat people as human beings.

There is always a price to pay!

The lord's roars and roars resounded through the tall buildings of this small town.

This was a long-planned riot and rebellion.

Countless workers poured into the streets. Women, the elderly, and children walked out of simple houses. They kept walking and gathering together.

This is just a small mining town. Most of the workers in this city have a family, and their families live a difficult life in this city.

Bol put down the radio in his hand, and the lord's escorts and soldiers blocked the end of the long street. Soon, a mercenary group hired by the lord appeared beside them.

It was a small team. The leader of the mercenary was a tall man, his whole body covered in solid armor and his face invisible. He held a war hammer in his hand.

"I don't know why you are here, but now, stop your steps, you can't go any further!"

The workers stopped, and the dark crowd blocked the entire long street. There were so many of them that there was no end in sight. The cold hatred in everyone's eyes seemed to make people feel fear and trembling.

But what were they holding in their hands, hammers, wooden boards, they didn't even have a few decent weapons.

He thought that he had never seen anything like this happen in Kazdale, and he had never imagined that Kazdale could breed such strong hatred.

They can't kill everyone.

He silently clenched the war hammer in his hand.

He didn't want to fight against the workers who looked at him and were defenseless.

Both sides were silent, without any words, only the snow that kept falling on everyone's shoulders and the weapons tightly held in their hands.

The sound of an explosion came from a distance.

The explosion ignited the crowd of workers like a signal, and with roars, they rushed towards the defense line composed of soldiers on the opposite side. 【=

Chapter 97 A Spark of Fire

"team leader……"

Her team members were a little nervous, after all, there were too many people on the opposite side.

"No problem." She replied to the team members beside her: "They are not carrying weapons and will not cause any harm to us."

If the simple wooden boards and the hammers and sticks they brought casually from the construction site were weapons, most of them were even empty-handed.

These people were not intellectuals. She didn't understand why these people took to the streets and why they wanted to fight. It was clear that they had no chance of winning, but they appeared at the end of this long street, a continuous crowd of people. , those pairs of eyes looked in the direction of the escorts and mercenaries, the heavy and dense footsteps fell with the heavy snow, shaking the snow on both sides of the street, the anger and fearlessness in the eyes even made her feel a little afraid.

"I don't know why you are here, but now, stop your steps, you can't go any further!"

Perhaps her words had an effect, and the workers on the opposite side stopped.

She felt a little lucky, at least if they stopped for some reason, she wouldn't have to have the blood of these people on her hands.

The Sakaz mercenaries do not have any honor or justice in their eyes. They are used to blood and death, and naturally rarely have such feelings of mercy. They are cruel, and this cruelty includes their fellow humans.

But she was different. It would be better to say that she had compassion and kindness in her heart that was different from the Sakaz mercenaries. This kindness drove her not to kill the people in front of her.

She wanted to try her best to avoid the most terrible thing happening, but she couldn't believe her eyes about these people in front of her, what they were made of, workers, children, old people and women.

They were just civilians in the streets of Grai before. She even vaguely remembered where she had seen several of them, perhaps when patrolling for the lord, or perhaps when the team was purchasing supplies.

But at this time, as soon as she finished speaking, the soldiers' defense line took action again.

An army came from one side of the street corner, and the commander was giving orders. Her good eyesight allowed her to clearly see the anger and urgency on the commander's face.

The ballistas in the soldiers' defense line were raised, and the soldiers raised their crossbows and spell cannons.

She suddenly understood what they were trying to do.

Just like driving away those who dared to resist in the past, as long as they took to the streets, in the eyes of the lords, when they realized that what they did would only bring death, after leaving dozens or hundreds of corpses, they became Will retreat obediently.

She'd seen the same thing happen more than once in Kazdale.

"Wait!" she shouted loudly.

Her intuition told her that the people in front of her were different from those who took to the streets to demonstrate and resist, and Gray did not have the strength needed to suppress such a riot.

The lord wanted to use blood and death to awaken fear in the crowd, but he was wrong.

Her efforts to stop him had no effect, because the ballistae and spells had already blasted into the crowd, followed by the impact of the explosion and the splash of corpses, snow and flesh, dyeing the long street and the crowd around him red.

"Ready to fight!"

She had no time to worry about anything else, because amid the continuous artillery fire and splashing blood, the swarming crowd on the opposite side had already rushed up. Carrying simple weapons, they kept falling down and rushing towards the defense line.

Every step left corpses and countless scars.

But they rushed towards him without hesitation. It was a boy about 14 years old, with tears and blood on his face. Perhaps his relatives died in the explosion.

But he rushed to the front, shouting and roaring.

He might not even know what he was doing, she suddenly thought.