There are too many involuntary bodies in life, and there are many words in the world that can be clarified in words. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Winter night, Wind Song City.

In the midst of the heavy snow, there was a lot of noise in the city, but it was quiet in the inner fort in the center of the city. The soldiers had undressed and slept, and the servants had stopped whispering. In the darkness, some people walked out of the house in their clothes, climbed the corner tower, and looked at the snow on the railing.

The goose-feathered snow drifted wantonly in the west wind, and the cold wind was even more bitterly cold. Looking up at the sky, a thought arose in my heart, above all living beings, between the heavy black fog, who is stirring up the wind and clouds? Who is in control of destiny?

In the realm of Yashan, the radius is no more than a hundred miles, whether it is Fortie, Stephen, or Hua Li Lang...... They are all just a piece of chessboard, who wins and who loses, who lives and who dies, and what does it have to do with themselves?

As the saying goes, loyal ministers don't have two masters. I, Amos, first served Furji, then descended to Li Lang, and then turned to Stephen during the siege. I was a general in Demacia, so why should my fate be at the mercy of these people? After enlisting in the army for ten years, how could he have seen a letter from the king? In the end, this Ahsan is just a power game for the local nobility, even if it is transferred from the Blue Flame family to Galen's name, what difference does it make?

It's ridiculous that Li Lang, as a guerrilla general in Demacia, ended up becoming a lackey under Galen's door, what is the difference between him and himself?

The view from the attic is lonely. When will the Demacians usher in their true king? When will the Demacians have a unified and complete home? I guess I can't see it......

In the midst of the howling north wind, someone is howling with all his might!

But no one could hear, not one.

The awake are still bleeding and dying for the ridiculous game of power, and the sleeping are rarely awake.

Swallow a mouthful of snow, have a drink, have never drunk, and the mind is dizzy. Amos staggered to the ground, leaned against his pillar and drew his sword.

After watching the sword for a long time, he smiled miserably: "It's a pity that it's a good sword!" ”

Between the words, the blade of the sword had entered the flesh, and with a strong stroke, a handful of blood spilled. The fingers are slightly loose, the sword has fallen to the ground, and all the obsessions can finally be let go, right?

In a trance, they came to the battlefield, and there were swaying figures everywhere, and banners waving blue flames everywhere, and Folgi was screaming and fighting to the death, and the overseers killed batch after batch of people. A soldier asked him blankly: "General, what should I do?" Amos saw the panic in the soldier's eyes, and turned his head to look back, his lord was still screaming. Amos threw away his sword: "We surrender!" ”

In a trance, he returned to Wind Song City, and Folgi grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and yelled at him with a hideous face: "Rubbish! Coward! What is the use of me raising you if you turn your back? Amos knelt on the ground and did not dare to speak, his head bowed, his ears red, and there was a voice stirring in his heart, but he could not speak. Furgi looked at him and shouted angrily, "From this day forward, you don't want to get a grain from me!" You all deserve to die! Damn it! ”

In a trance, a soldier who was too hungry to move asked him: "General, the lord has abandoned us, and we will starve to death sooner or later, so why do we do these things that are ignored by others?" Still being scolded when you are dying? Amos hugged him tightly, and his five fingers were about to sink into the flesh: "Without the lord, we must also live for ourselves!" One day, we will have our own king, and our fate will no longer be at the mercy of these lords! Trust me, one day will come! ”

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I believe that one day Demacia will have its true king, and all the warriors will charge into battle under the guidance of the king's banner......

After a night of wind and snow, he finally did a big thing in people's hearts, Hua Li Lang carried Stephen's head, and felt that he was floating when he walked. He believed that this night would be a new beginning in his life. On this night, he looked for what he had already lost: as long as there was hope, as long as he was alive, he could not give up! People who give up are cowards! I will not be a coward again, I will never be a coward again!

The soldiers under his command were reveling in the city lord's mansion, hugging each other and letting out a hearty roar.

Hua Li Lang came to the crowd and beat Rérò's chest hard, and Rélå touched his big bald head and stood in the snow and laughed silly. Hua Li Lang looked up at the sky and thought in his heart: "It's really a good wind!" It's so snowy! ”

The wind and snow will drown out a lot of noise, and the barracks in the city will not react. Waiting until the next day, Hua Li Lang firmly believed that everything would be over.

After a night, when people struggled to get up from the hot kang and open the doors and windows, they suddenly found that the whole world had turned silvery white. The vast earth, a piece of silver makeup, snow houses, ice trees, foggy mountains, and a sea of clouds, as if they came to the ice and snow world overnight, and the pedestrians who stepped on the ice and snow became ants, and they were angry, wearing thick cotton jackets, and began to clean the snow in the streets and yards.

Heavy snow blocked the road, a fast horse galloped into the camp, the shouting outside the door alarmed the soldiers in the school field, the general gave an order, several soldiers moved the door hard, the wildebeest neighed in the snow, the soldiers turned over and dismounted, and brought a letter to the general guarding the camp.

The letter was written by Hua Li Lang, a piece of nonsense sprinkled with enthusiasm, and the general of the garrison skipped the nonsense, and when he saw that the fort in the city had been surrendered and Stephen had been ambushed, his face finally changed. After pondering for a long time, the general of the garrison said to the messenger: "I am General Duflong's general, and since Hua Li Lang has occupied the inner city, he also has the capital to negotiate with me. If you want me to surrender, it's easy to let Dufron come to the barracks. ”

The general of the garrison was originally Dufron's lieutenant general, but now the main general does not know whether he is alive or dead, and Stephen has also been poisoned, this Wind Song City is about to change hands, and he doesn't know what to do. For the sake of today, he had to test Dufron's life and death with words first, if Dufron died in battle, he would have no room to maneuver, and if Dufron surrendered, he could also go downhill.

The soldier who delivered the letter said, "Dufronshang is still outside the city, let me return to General Yuhua." ”

"Go for yourself!"

After the messenger left, the soldiers in the barracks gathered around and inquired about the situation in the city. How could the general of the garrison tell the truth to this group of soldiers, shout and get out of the drill! The soldiers smacked their tongues and left, this winter drill was not to kill people?

Hua Li Lang rubbed his scarlet eyes and walked into the government hall, where Rheo came with a soldier to report that Amos, who was guarding the castle in the city, had killed himself. Hua Li Lang was stunned and asked, "Good and decent, why did he commit suicide?" ”

The two people in the hall also looked at each other, not knowing how to answer Hua Li Lang's question. After a long time, Rhelao touched his bald head and said hesitantly: "Maybe he is afraid that General Hua will ask for guilt." ”

"If he had been afraid to ask for guilt, he wouldn't have let us go last night!" Hua Li Lang was not as stupid as Rheelao, but he still couldn't understand why Amos committed suicide, and asked, "Have you ever left a suicide note?" Masterpiece or something? ”

The soldier shook his head, looking very sad. Although Hua Li Lang was very grateful to Amos for his help last night, he actually didn't have much understanding of this character, he waved his hand: "Everyone is dead, then go to the ground as soon as possible!" ”

Hua Li Lang came to see many dead people along the way, and his heart had already become extremely hard, even if his cronie Hala died in battle, he was only sad for a moment. Because he knew that from the day he took the seal from Galen, there would be a constant stream of deaths, his men would die, his cronies would die, and perhaps one day he himself would die. If he indulges in sorrow, how can he take charge of the military?

From ancient times to the present, from the previous life to this other world, there is a saying in the ranks: Ci is not in charge of soldiers! When necessary, it is possible to sacrifice some people in order to take care of the overall situation; When they are in a desperate situation, in order to keep the soldiers alive, the people are pigs and dogs.

Once the success is complete, Galen has such a great reputation, and has he ever remembered the countless soldiers who died in battle for him?

Since I have chosen this path, there is no room to turn back, but occasionally in my dreams, there are still some absurd dreams. I thought that one day, I would be able to leave all my worries behind, live freely, and see every mountain and river in this other world.

It's just that everything I do is contrary to the life I want to live. Hua Li Lang himself has already discovered that he is a vulgar and unbearable person, from beginning to end he is like a pawn played by fate, sometimes he has no choice, he has no choice but to go with the waves, and there is no trace of resistance in his mind.