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37Helen wept and wept, and the joy and sorrow were mixed

The Trojan army was already in battle formation, waiting for the Achaeans to come and die.

Our commander Hector patrolled the front line, with the carriages at the front, the soldiers on horseback in the second line, those with shields and spears in the third line, and the archers at the end. The overall lineup is like a strong wall. The whole formation is composed of three blocks, the main block is set in the middle, and the left and right sides are guarded by the lieutenant general, like the two wings of an eagle. The battle formation is like an eagle hovering in the sky, waiting for the birds to fly out of the mountains and forests, and then rushing down, trampling the prey to death under the sharp claws.

The Achaeans, for their part, are also preparing for battle. The most hurried are the kitchen workers, because the front line is urgent, a full meal is the first priority, and going hungry to fight is tantamount to suicide.

Agamenliu had learned that the Trojans had opened the gates of the city and pushed all their armies to the front, which was bound to drive the million-strong coalition of Achaeos back to their homeland.

As the commander-in-chief, the pre-war mobilization meeting cannot be ignored, and the army needs to boost its momentum. The commander Agamen flowed on the chariot, and the war horse drove the chariot between the camps of the island nations, giving orders to the leaders of the island nations, encouraging them to be proud of their meritorious deeds.

When Helen heard the news that her ex-husband Menelaos had been killed by an arrow, she couldn't cry or laugh. Since the start of the war, Helen has secretly cursed, hoping that her ex-husband will die on the battlefield, which is really not out of malice, her reason is that since she has eloped with others, she was snatched back to her hometown by her ex-husband.

But now that he is really dead on the battlefield, how can he not evoke her to him, the bits and pieces between the two.

Back to Helen ten years ago, at that time, she was even more youthful and beautiful like a flower, what is meant to be a country and a city, that is, the youth of a beautiful girl is as beautiful as a flower. Time is irreversible, and youth will not come again. Helen thought about it and swallowed the tears in her stomach.

Helen, who was still a half-grown girl at the time, was a young couple in the royal pastures, both running horses and hunting, and that playful energy, although laughing loudly.

"Helen, come, see if you can catch up with me." Menelaos said, "Come, run toward the shores of the horizon." ”

"Wait a minute," Helen hadn't ridden yet.

When Menelaos saw that Helen had not yet mounted his horse, he pulled the horse back and dismounted, picked Helen on his horse, and went on both horses. Walking through a meadow and desert to the edge of the sea, both of them looked at the sea with their faces in the distance.

"Brother," Helen called her husband brother, in order to deepen the intimacy and sweetness, "what is this place on the other side of the water?" ”

"It's the fairy world," Menelaos said, "it's the far eastern continent, the birthplace of our earliest ancestors, rich in fresh water, and the land of fish and rice." ”

"Brother, how do you know?" Helen asked.

"Brother also listened to the old people, there was a cross-sea expedition many years ago. Brought back a full load of gold and beautiful women, as well as seeds of many plants, and delicious grapes from the Eastern Continent. ”

"Is it fun there, brother?" Helen asked while dreaming of the Eastern Continent, and the brother said it too well.

"Of course it's fun, but the average person can't afford it." Menelaos said.

"Why can't you afford to play?" Helen asked her brother.

"It's the sea tens of thousands of miles away." Menelaos said.

"Take a boat." Helen said.

"The boat can't get by."

"Why can't the boat get through?" Helen asked curiously.

"It's too far away for the boat to carry a lot of food." Menelaos said.

"Didn't you say there was a lot of food over there, so why did you carry a lot of food there from here?" Helen said.

"Because it takes a long time to cross the vast ocean, if we were to go over there to play, we wouldn't have to get a boat ourselves, we had to hire someone who could do it. The boat is too small to carry much food, and before it can dock, the boat will finish the food it has brought on the boat when it walks in the middle of the sea, and it will starve people to death in the middle of the sea. Menelaos was very specific.

"If only I could fly with wings," said Helen, "I would fly like a bird." ”

"No," said Menelaos, "it will exhaust you, the water is so wide." ”

"I'll take a break before I fly." Helen said.

"My dear sister," Menelaos also began to sweeten, "it's all water, where are you going to rest?" ”

"Why not? One time I saw a lot of birds flying over there. Helen said.

"You must be mistaken, it's a bird that wants to fly over, and if you can't fly over it, you can't fly back again." Menelaos said.

They returned the way they came, and where there was grass they began to catch crickets.

The world of two people is all about fun, and the premise is, of course, to like each other. You two are all men, and it doesn't matter if you like each other, what do you have to do with it? Is it also fun to play without meaning? Definitely.

If the other two are all women, it's a pity, whoever plays whom, who can play whom! No matter how fun it is, it is purely meaningless to play.

What do you remember the most in your life? The answer is yes, that's cricket catching, of course.

Although you are forcibly forced by others, or out of desperation, although the nature is different, the essence is the same. If it's good, it's a few more times, and if it's bad, it's less recalled, but overall it's more than anything else.

Helen fell straight down from the horse and threw her skirt into the air, like a parachute falling from the sky, and her little pants flew directly on her toes.

Then Menelaos went from the horse to the man, not on his back, of course, but on the woman's white-skinned landing craft. Helen had turned herself into a ship, closing her eyes and landing in the far east.

Helen came back to her senses in the best of the best scenes. What a beautiful memory, how he died, may God bless him to rest in peace under the Nine Springs.

Rest well, the protracted and bitter battle has finally exhausted you, just as God sees you as a pitiful person, God sees you as his own son, and carries you away from the battlefield with both hands. And put you into the yellow spring, as a baby in a cradle to sleep, and let you leave the bosom of your mother for a while.

Rest in peace my ex-husband, my mood at this time has gone beyond being your wife at that time, but as your mother, rolling down the tears like blood in my belly. (This passage is a reference to Mistral's poem, the mood in "Dead Sonnets," a Nobel Prize-winning poetess.) ）

With a heavy hatred for taking your wife, you left your parents behind to cross the sea on an expedition. Now that you're dead, your parents don't get the news of your death, and it's they who should be sad for you.

You died like this, and no one came to shed a tear for you, and it was my fault that it was my fault, just because we had slept with the same bed, and I was also grief-stricken and burst into tears.

I will grieve for you for the grief of your parents, weep for the tears of your parents, which you deserve and I can afford.

I hope you have a good journey on the Huangquan Road, and you should be satisfied with yourself, because you once had the most beautiful wife in the world, and your Yanfu once made many immortals jealous.

Your courage and skill in fighting have also killed countless opponents in front of the two armies, and the God of justice will also write down this sin of yours in his heart, and your merits and demerits will be offset by your longevity.

(Continue to write in the afternoon, grasp this theme, write all the joys and sorrows of the world, every word is sad, and every sentence is in tears.) ）