Lao Gao saw Wallace's eyes confused, he laughed and said, "I was scaring you, now I only collect taxes on single ladies!" Nothing to do with you!! ”

Wallace ignored him at this time, and he looked gloomy at the western sky.

He silently recited a woman's name in his heart: Marianne? Bradford!

He never told anyone about his childhood------ because it was too bitter, more bitter than the miracle cure for malaria on the island of Liuqiu!

When they went back with the engineering explosives, Lao Gao shouted, "What's wrong with this guy, I'm just joking with him!"

Momo and Kaka also stretched their faces, ignoring Lao Gao, and after leaving the town, plucked him two more turnips.

They didn't actually know what was wrong with Wallace, and it didn't seem that Lao Gao had messed with him.

Late that night, the moonlight was so bright that it could reach the bed where he slept.

In his deep sleep, he suddenly heard his father's soft shout: William------

When he opened his eyes, he saw his father and his brother lying shirtless across from him!

The wound on my father's heart still seems to be bleeding!

His father slowly stretched out his hand to him, but he couldn't move------ and when he finally tried to reach out------ Ah! He woke up suddenly, and it turned out to be another dream!

William? Wallace, the youngest son of a Scottish farmer, lived in a half-cave stone house with a roof covered with branches and straw------ and the whole village lived in such a house that you would not see until you arrived in the town.

His mother died young, and the family relied on his father and brother to grow millet for a living.

Life was difficult, but he had heard from his adults that the terrible King of England, Edward I, the long-legged, had from time to time forced the Scots to pay heavy taxes, perhaps more so than the Tatar robbers.

When he was seven years old, one evening the men of the village gathered at the door of his house, and they lit a bonfire and were discussing something------ and now he knew that they were going to follow the Scottish nobles against Edward I the long-legged.

Later, he waited alone at home for his father and brother to return, but only to be waiting for their bodies.

No one was a rival to Edward I the Long-legged, who, by pretending to negotiate, hanged many of the nobles who led the rebellion in a barn, even their young retinue.

And taking advantage of the confusion of the command of other Scottish nobles, defeated the resistance of the Scots.

His father and brother were killed in such battles.

The village elders went to his house, wiped the bodies of his father and brother, wrapped them in white linen, and buried them on the hillside.

At the funeral, the priest didn't know what he was talking about, and he was crying incessantly.

The two dearest people in the world were gone------ he was the only one left, and he felt trapped in endless darkness and weak.

At that time, he didn't notice the little girl Marianne? Bradford was watching him with concern.

At night, people dared to play the Scottish bagpipes for his father and brother to repose their souls.

It was the same moonlit night, and the mournful sound of the flute drifted around in the night wind------ as if he could still hear it now.

After a few days, a man who claimed to be his uncle, who was blind in one eye, wanted to take him out of this place, so that he would not be tracked down by Edward Long-legged in the future, and said that the house was a broken house, and that it was not necessary to give it to anyone else.

When they were about to leave, the whole village saw them off.

Little girl Marianne? Bradford broke free of her mother's hand, picked a blooming blue burdock flower on the side of the road, and gave it to him.

Little girl Marianne? Bradford also kissed him lightly on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "When you grow up, come back to me------"

His uncle picked him up on his horse, and without looking back, he left Scotland and went straight to the Paris region of France.

That's the real big city------ of course, but that's what he thought of it in his childhood.

In Paris he attended a church school for two years, during which time his uncle was killed in a duel and he moved to Florence.

Later he had to go to serve as an attendant for the knights and participated in the Crusades.

The knight treated him well, fed him well, taught him swordsmanship------ and in the end, the knight died in battle, and like many others, he became a captive of the Mamluk cavalry, and was sold as slavery to the far east.

Streamur Island, a place he had never heard of.

In the White Stormtroopers, he thought he had the best life of his life.

Decent clothes, delicious food, military pride------ there is even a little bit of military arrogance!

"No one is born a slave!"

"A slave will never be a good soldier!"

"Slaves can't make pyramids!"

"We fight against the Tatar bandits, not for personal vendettas, but because they always want to treat others as slaves!"

"I admit that I bought you, but I promise Heaven that I will give you back your precious freedom as long as I have passed the years of service!"

"No one is discriminated against on the island of Rakqiu because of their origin, skin color, race, and religion, and it is always those who do not follow the rules here!"

When he slowly learned the Great Song dialect------ every time he heard someone imitate Zhang Daozhu's precepts, he burst into tears of excitement!

Dignity! Freely! Fair!

Only those who have experienced pain will truly understand the meaning of these beautiful words!

In the army, he trained hard and learned to use long and short weapons, as well as arquebuses.

The food of the army made him strong and as burly as the Great Song people, and he also had golden hair, and like some Great Song people, he tied them back of his head.

In a battle to intercept the Tatar cavalry, he single-handedly stabbed down two cavalrymen and grabbed a war horse!

He hated and showed no mercy to those who wanted to turn others into slaves.

Later, Zhang Island Master really let them retire, and it was a group of newcomers who filled their positions.

He had no feeling for gold and silver money, nor did he like to stay in one place, and the work in the quarry was his longest job, almost a year.

He likes to walk around every city, see more, and get more work.

He really loves this island of exile------ this is the life of paradise, even if it is the life of a Scottish nobleman, it is not as good as the life of ordinary people here!

Compared to the soldiers here, the soldiers of England were not even as good as the peasants!

------ perhaps there is not as much silk and porcelain in all of Europe as there is in one town here.

Living here for a long time may make people forget a lot of hatred------ but it is easy to make the hazy love in people's hearts more real and profound!

Oh, Marianne? Bradford!

"When you grow up, come back to me ------"

The voice still rings in my ears.

Unable to sleep that night------ he opened the drawer of the table, where there was a withered burdock flower, wrapped in a handkerchief.

It was on this moonlit night that he looked at it with love on his face by the bright moonlight.

It occurred to him that he could make his villagers live as rich as here, and that he could also bring Marianne? Bradford brought her, so that she could dress up like the women here, and walk like the most elegant princess in all of Europe!

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