"Repent!" said the holy warrior Faos, dressed in a wide white robe, stood on the altar and began to preach to the believers below. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Due to some things, the local priest could not be present, so he, the clergy, took over the propaganda and sermon after the sacrifice. For the holy warrior Faos, this kind of thing can be described as easy to do. He grew up in the pantheon. Having been raised with that kind of education, he was not below the average priest in terms of theology or debate, and it was a trivial task for him to carry out such a task.

"Repent, pious women!" he raised his voice. For those tearful female believers, many times you have to strike them with thunderbolts first, and they will be dizzy, and they will be prostrate on the ground, and then they will kneel in front of you and let you pinch and knead them.

He first began with the deeds in the canon. It will be because of a woman's unchastity. This led to a decade of conquest and countless heroes falling under that golden gate. And what fate has befallen the city that harbored adulterers and adulteresses? He then cites the allusion of the goddess's judgment: she is defending the rights and interests of men. In this way, those women believers are advised to abide by women's morals. Then, he quoted the story of the most powerful hero in the world to warn the female believers of what kind of wife they should be. You know, that hero died at the hands of his wife in the end. Later, he even quoted from the scriptures to point out that even goddesses were not exempt from the evil virtue of women, jealousy. He skillfully told the jealous goddess that she had failed again and again, so as to persuade the believers below.

"Repent, repent, cleanse your sins!" he shouted. The battle cry of that voice had inspired countless soldiers to attack the orcs. Then it is natural to intimidate these female believers.

Then, while the iron was hot, he quickly spoke out a series of misbehaving and punished women. From the woman who committed the sin of arrogance and was degraded by the goddess to a spider, the woman who dared to test the textile skills with the goddess, to gluttony, to laziness, to lust, to ...... He told him all kinds of crimes, and the fate of the women who committed them was chilling. A series of thunderous sounds literally blasted them into hell. Seeing them trembling with fright, the holy warrior Faros put away his rhetoric and changed his face into a pleasant face. Instead, he speaks in a voice as melodious as singing about virtuous women, their virtuous and chaste deeds and happy endings. For example, the wife of the husband of twenty years who went on an expedition is particularly told repeatedly.

Eventually, when he finished his sermon, many of the women were impressed. They asked each other if this handsome preacher was the new priest who had come to the land, and they were eager to hear his sermons again.

Correspondingly, the donations they put into the box also made the trainee priests in the area smile. Avoiding the female devotees who were chasing after them, and walking into the room behind the altar, they all saluted the paladin Faos, who only waved his hand. It's not enough to talk about trivial things.

Next, the midshippers diligently arranged for the Paladin Faos to board and lodge. They intended to give him the best room, even if it was a chief priest who would not be aggrieved by his lavish room. There was a large bed with a curtain and a silk bedding, and all the furnishings were not made of wood under walnut. The animal fur used in it is the high-quality fur that can only be hunted by animals that have exhausted a forest. As for the food, it was only intended to arrange such exquisite dishes as eel and peacocks, and treat the Faos holy warrior with delicacies enough to entertain a king.

The reason why they were so generous was not because the holy warrior Faros brought them a generous donation of believers. It is the inferior's due favor to the superior. That's right, Faos is now just a Paladin squad leader. But promotion to squadron leader is just around the corner. Moreover, there are secret rumors that Faos is the illegitimate son of a certain big man in the Holy See, and that big man is secretly taking care of him. In this respect, Faos is definitely promising.

That's why these apprentice priests took twelve points of care to receive the holy warrior Faros.

However, the holy warrior Faros rejected their kindness with a charming smile and wagging his fingers. He said with a smile

Not necessarily. He told the priests that he was not going to bother the church here and let them break the bank. His idea was to find a suitable family to spend the night. It is an opportunity for them to make contributions to the church to accumulate merit and to further promote the teachings of the faithful believers.

The resolute Paladin Faos did what he said. In a short time, he was already in the home of a suitable family. It was in the house of some local baron.

The man of the house is currently exercising the duties of a baron. He led his three knights and hundreds of people to go out to fight and fight for his country. Leaving his young and beautiful wife, who had a reputation for hundreds of miles, at home to take care of everything.

I have to say that this little housewife's sook-hyun is not inferior to her beauty at all. She had the holy warrior Faos in good shape. Her teak-made table tops are filled with sumptuous treats. From chicken stew in white wine to chowder clams (a dish that's not easy considering the distance from the sea) to lark jelly and court pudding. She brought all the food she could get on the table, as if she were going to serve twelve guests instead of one. Even so, she was afraid of neglecting this distinguished guest. She placed the comfortable walnut chair in the most appropriate position from the fireplace, and kept the fire blazing. What about the wine? Duke's wine, which has been stored for 20 years. Its price is equal to the same weight of gold. The Baroness carefully poured it into a crystal goblet. That color alone is enough to make people intoxicated.

It is conservatively estimated that the cost of this meal is enough for a hundred poor families to feed for a month.

"Ah, what an intoxicating night. The holy warrior Faos sighed.

"I'm so glad that this light meal will satisfy you. The Baroness replied politely.

"It's not the wine that intoxicates me, it's your ......," said the paladin Faos, whose hand was already pressed on the baroness's boneless jade hand.

The baroness shielded her face with a fan in reserve, revealing only a pair of emerald eyes to look at the holy warrior Faos. But he didn't retract his hand.

This is really a handsome and good man. She felt her heart beat like a fawn. Without looking, she felt a flush on her face. Because the feverish feeling would not deceive her.

The holy warrior Faros looked at the baroness with his sky-blue eyes, and a smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.

......

Tenderness is like water, and the best time is like a dream......

It has to be said that the choice of the holy warrior Faos is very wise. No matter how soft the mattress is, can it compare with the baroness's plump body? How can the smooth silk compare with the delicate skin of the Baroness? No matter how comfortable the pillow is, can it be compared to the pair of towering and huge ...... on the Baroness's chest? Is it comparable?

Looking at the baroness who was immersed in the afterglow after the passion, the paladin Faos felt his lust return, and he immediately turned on his horse and began another round of the battle.

Early the next morning, the paladin Faos left the baroness's room early, hurried back to his room, and lay down on the bed he had prepared for himself, in order to make the illusion that he had been lying in his bed all night. It is always good to be careful, and the Holy Warrior Faos has always believed that care can sail the ship of ten thousand years.

After washing up and having breakfast, the Paladin Faos arrived at the local altar early. Prepare for the prayer offerings of this day.

A terrible spring cold has befallen the country. Spring didn't come as promised. On the contrary, the north wind is still raging. In the season when the river was supposed to thaw, it was still dripping into ice. This is really a disaster for the general public in this country. Leaving aside the cold that raged in their humble houses, the mere postponement of spring ploughing could lead to a famine. And on the streets of the city, there are no beggars anymore. Ordinary citizens also had to save a few coppers from their already meager food expenses to buy coal to keep themselves warm during the coldest part of the day.

For this reason, a grand sacrificial ceremony and prayer assembly were held here. They hoped that the god of spring would come sooner.

"Brother, my divination is a weakness. How long do you think this winter will last?" asked the paladin Faos as he stepped aside, quietly tugging at the sleeve of one of the midshippers.

"Well, what about this...... According to the divination of the local priests, who are known for divination, such a cold snap will continue for half a month. ”

"Great!" Paladin Faros slapped him and said contentedly, "I can skate for another week!"

After the prayers and sacrifices, the holy warrior Faos couldn't wait to run to the frozen river and rejoice with the people. He put skates on each of his feet, and with two sticks, he slid down on the ice with great speed.

Ice skating in this era has not yet developed to the point where people can move freely with only two skates. In fact, skating is a bit like skiing. They all rely on two sticks to support themselves to speed up. The more important pastime on the ice is that two people face each other to speed up, and then raise a wooden stick to stab each other. It's as exciting as a knight in the arena holding a riding spear to hedge. This pastime is popular with the public, and the holy warrior Faros is not immune. I saw him holding a wooden stick, slamming left and right. Like a giant eagle in the north wind. Resourcefulness and strength come together in him. Everywhere he went, it was truly invincible.

Happy days are always short-lived. Ten days later, the holy warrior Faos set out on his journey. It was a task assigned by the church, and he led five of his subordinates to a certain village to help defend it. It is said that there is a high probability of an orc invasion. This is by no means a gilded tour. Paladin Faros is considered by everyone to be an outstanding holy warrior. He was not only of a high standard of theology and debate. And the equestrian sword skills that the holy warriors themselves should have also passed the test with honors. Everyone believes that with him, that village will not be a problem.

The holy warrior Faros himself thought so......

However, after ten days of garrisoning, they were attacked by an unusually large orc tribe......

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" the paladin Faos cursed to himself. Though his handsome face was now sunk with hunger, though his otherwise brilliant blonde hair was now piled up on his head like yellow straw because he had not washed his hair for a long time. Although he no longer has any clean clothes, he is covered in blood and mud. But he still kept his image as much as possible, and did not let the vicious words pop out of his mouth for the villagers to hear.

The holy warrior Faros did not expect to be attacked by such a powerful orc tribe. He couldn't help but secretly curse if the scouts of the local lords were all blind. At the beginning of the battle, he had already lost 3 of his men. After fleeing back to the village, he decided that he could not hold the village with his current strength. So he ordered the militia to break off with his two remaining subordinates. And he led the villagers to retreat. In this way, the few orc scouts who caught up still let the holy warrior Faos take the knife. Of course, the rough ones were all cut off by the Holy Warrior Faos or pierced through the heart. And he relied on the holy healing ability and healing magic of the holy warrior to quickly heal his wounds. It can be said that the combat effectiveness has not been weakened because of the pain.

But that's not the problem. The problem is food shortages.

Because they were too hasty to escape, they didn't carry much rations. They had hoped that the bird would soon be able to guide reinforcements to the top of the mountain, but they were unable to do so. Now they are in a situation of food shortage. Although they have tried their best to save themselves, they have finally reached the point of breaking the stove.

Even a holy warrior who hasn't eaten for so long can't maintain his combat effectiveness. Faos: He doesn't know how to do this.

Ascending to the heights, you can see the distance, and in the last night, the villagers had already seen the bonfire lit by the orcs. The experienced paladin Faos could see that the bonfire was not very large, and there was only one solitary one. There shouldn't be many orcs coming, probably just a few scouts.

If it were a normal day, he would never have taken these orc scouts seriously. The problem is that now, not to mention fighting, even putting on armor and running a few steps is difficult for him!

"Your Excellency, you might as well eat!" an old voice interrupted Faos's reverie about steak and fried fish.

A tempting smell came over him, and Faos couldn't help but swallow. The aroma of boiled meat made his fingers flutter.

But he righteously refused, "I will never eat it." If any of you are hungry and can't stand it, eat it!"

"Alas, it's not like you're ignorant of the current situation, and the orcs may arrive at any time. What's the use of us eating?Only if you have the strength to resist the orcs, will we be able to escape from this group of brutal robbers!" The old village chief continued to persuade bitterly.

Despite the gluttonous worms in his stomach, he salivated. But he still waved his hand and refused the food that was brought to his mouth.

Because, now the only food is nothing else, but a baby that has been boiled in water.

Just yesterday morning, the only woman in the village gave birth to the baby amid hoarse screams. Unfortunately, however, no one seems to want to be in such a dangerous situation. The baby was not complete at all. He was missing one of the most important human organs: the brain.

The mother gave birth here as a brainless stillborn baby. Without the brain, the baby would not be able to suck breast milk in such a harsh place. Besides, the woman's shriveled breasts would not provide any milk.

As a result, this brainless baby has become the only food at the moment.

As a result, the villagers counted on the paladin Faros to eat the meal and grow his strength to repel the orc scouts. After all, no matter how late the rescue is, it should arrive. These orc scouts may be the last suffering.

But the holy warrior Faos refused the meal.

Although, the tempting smell of boiled meat reminded him of the meal he had at the Baroness some time ago, even though his stomach rumbled in protest against him.

But he still refused.

Although he was hungry enough to save his strength, he still published a tirade denouncing this ugly behavior.

He said that even shameless beasts usually disdain and devour each other. It is only when they have to do so that they kill each other. So, how can human beings, who are far higher than them, commit such an ugly act of cannibalism? Usually people say that someone is cruel and indecent, and they often compare him to a beast. And now, as a holy warrior, how could he do something inferior to a beast?

He also said that even if he was hungry, he would not do such a deserved-human act, and make such a perverted act that annihilates human nature. He said that he should uphold humanity and insist on the most glorious side of human beings.

The devil's satiety, he gave a final definition of cannibalism. A paladin is a knight of knights, how can he do something like that?

The villagers were moved by what he said and shed tears of remorse. They no longer persuaded the paladin Faos to eat the brainless baby.

They waited silently for the orcs to attack.

They didn't know that in fact, the holy warrior Faros had also been shaken. Because of the evil thoughts brought about by hunger, the holy warrior Faos even suspected that this brainless dead baby was specially sent down by the gods to satisfy his hunger. Otherwise, why would a brainless stillborn baby be born in front of him at this time? Probably only one step away, he finally resisted this terrible temptation.

It's nightfall, and the orcs haven't come yet. Probably because this group of villagers has not lit a fire for the past two days, it is not easy for orcs to find people hiding from afar. But sooner or later they will come. The traces left by such a large group of villagers are not easy to erase. The orc scouts in charge of reconnaissance are better at tracking than the most alert hounds. They won't fail to find here.

The holy warrior Faos did not arrange a vigil. There is no need for this. With the strength of the orcs, there is no need for a night attack. On their side, there are few villagers who can stick to the vigil.

Leaning against the large tree whose bark had been stripped of its bark and cooked by the villagers, the holy warrior Faros heard a small sound of his clothes rubbing against him. Someone's coming.

Before the man arrived, a low cry had already come. Faos could tell who it was.

The granddaughter of the village chief's family. While on this garrison, Faos took a fancy to her. Although she is just a village girl, there is still little continuation in the family, and she can dress up a little bit if she is not badly nourished, and Faos's main interest is only to use her immature body to pass the time when there is no pastime. It took no effort for Faros to get hold of the innocent maiden and finish her first night in the barn. It's not that hard. You know, when she looks at you with big pure eyes of trust and even adoration, when she is attracted by your shiny armor and good conversation, it doesn't even take any alcohol stimulation to make Faos do what he wants.

That's how a woman in love is.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid ......," the girl cried as she leaned on the shoulder of the paladin Faos.

"Don't worry, I'm right here. I'll take care of you. Faos reassured. Now, he is also thinking of comforting this helpless girl with rhetoric. So he hurriedly sealed the girl's lips with his mouth......

After he was appeased, the girl fell asleep sweetly. However, the holy warrior Faros sat quietly in the dark for a long time.

What will it look like tomorrow?

At noon the next day, the orcs finally arrived. They cautiously lowered their bodies, hiding their massive bodies behind round shields as much as possible to ward off the arrows that might fly. However, when they saw that there were no such attacks on the other side, they were relieved and boldly squirted forward.

The orc scouts didn't even have to worry about intercepting the scattered villagers on their way. Because the villagers don't have that kind of idea anymore. All the villagers sat or lay down, looking at their heroes with their eyes open.

Paladin Faos stood there straight, alone. He held his shield in his left hand and his sword in his right - or rather, he poked it into the ground and used it as a walking stick. He wore no armor, and all he had was protection was an iron glove and a helmet.

He couldn't afford to waste his physical strength on defense.

Looking at the paladin Faos, the orc scouts exchanged excited glances with each other, and then let out a terrifying battle cry and charged at him with all their might.

Closer, the orcs are getting closer. The holy warrior Faros could not only see their tattered, disgusting leather garments, and the ornaments made of animal bones and human skins. I could even see the saliva coming out of their bloody mouths.

What a bunch of beasts. The paladin Faros thought in disgust as he raised his sword.

The first encounter ended in an instant. The orc scout, who was particularly slender, ran fast on his own and rushed to the front. He wanted to slash down the holy warrior Faos in order to gain merit and increase his status in the clan.

And the act of rushing for the sake of merit was quickly punished. The Paladin Faos was much more powerful than he had imagined. Faros deftly dodged the tomahawk he swung with all his might, and then, as if to put it mildly, slashed his throat with his sword.

The orc scout clutched at his throat and glared at the paladin standing in front of him in disbelief. However, Faos no longer had the heart to deal with him. He shortened, and then lunged at the second orc who ran.

This orc didn't expect that Faos would take the initiative to fight back. Coupled with the obscuration of the previous orc scout's body, he didn't just retract his shield until the sword stabbed him in the chest.

The sword almost grazed the edge of the shield and pierced the orc's heart. Even one step later, even a millisecond. This longsword is also blocked by a shield. But now, invincible, it has easily cut through the orc's rudimentary leather armor and directly pierced through the black heart.

The paladin Faos kicked the orc in the abdomen, and drew his sword with force. He had to kill the orcs as much as he could before they took over, or the consequences would be devastating. He didn't have the kung fu or the extra strength to make up for the knife. He rushed straight towards the next orc. It's completely a life-for-life style of play.

Defense is also a luxury for him at this time, which will consume his physical strength and delay time.

But this time, his opponent is different. The cunning orc alternately blocked the paladin's attacks with his scimitar and shield as he cautiously backed away.

It's going to be bad. The thought slipped through the mind of the paladin Faos. Three attacks in a row were futile, and the opponent had already begun to gather.

Indeed, no matter how much the holy warriors can fight, it will be difficult to resist the siege of the four orcs in this situation.

Seeing that two of their companions were killed, the remaining orcs put away their contempt. They were cautious about fighting the paladins. Draining his strength. No more chance to hurt the paladins at all.

In this kind of strenuous exercise, physical strength is rapidly consumed. The paladin scurried and resisted desperately, like a beast cornered into a corner. However, his opponents responded to his attacks calmly like cats and mice, and some orcs even took the time to make two grimaces.

With a successful downward pressure of the scimitar, followed by a combination of twisting and picking. The sword came out of the paladin's hand.

Without waiting for him to plan to pick it up. The orcs rushed up and slashed their weapons at him. At this moment, the paladin Faos heard the woman's screams. It was the voice of the granddaughter of the village chief.

After screaming, the orc left the slashed paladin Faros. Instead, he ran to the villagers with a lewd smile, intending to have fun now. In the way of this paladin.

The brutal hands pushed away the feeble resistance, and then the girl's body was exposed with the tearing sound of the cloth, and then, to the girl's screams, the orc scout sprinted forward.

There are also orcs who have a killing nature, and they are not in a hurry to mess around. They walked leisurely among the villagers, cutting down their weapons as they could. In many cases, they don't even use weapons, they just step on them with their feet, and they get rid of the villagers by kicking them.

When the killing sex started, they also played tricks. Drag out the intestines of the villagers, wrap them around their necks, and strangle them. Or they can pull their intestines out and step on the ground, and then use their weapons to drive the villagers forward, and then the villagers' intestines will be pulled out and scattered on the ground with their own movements.

There are a lot of murderous tricks like this, and the orcs are really good at it.

Eventually, the orc dragged the battered Paladin Faros to the ravaged maiden and made him watch her miserable preach. Then, with a single sword, Faos's head was cut off from his neck.

The contented orcs kicked Farous's head a few times before swaggering.

......

Reinforcements eventually arrived. Faced with the horrific scene, they clenched their fists so hard that their nails sank deep into their flesh. They bit their lips with resentment, and the blood flowed so hard that they almost bit it off. Their eyes, red from hatred, almost burst into flames.

Then, there is no need to follow the agitation of the military priests, and there is no need for the bounty of the lord. The reinforcements threw themselves into the attack on the orc tribe with hatred.

Orc tribes can slaughter a human village, and they can wipe out lone paladins. But in the face of such an army with hatred for revenge, it is impossible to resist. Although the warriors of the orcs fought to the death, they could not help but let the human army advance among the old and weak women and children of their tribe. When the last of the orc warriors fell, the humans raised their butcher knives towards the remnants of the orcs.

In order to protect their children, the mothers of the orcs raised their axes and fought as fiercely as the mother beasts guarding their cubs. But how could they hold off the regular army of the humans? Almost in an instant, they collapsed in front of their children, covered in devastation. This made many soldiers sigh. They had intended to capture the orcs alive and sell them in the slave market.

The soldiers began their final work. For orc boys, it is relatively easy to capture alive, and it is a good idea to send them to the slave market to sell. As for those particularly small orc toddlers. The human soldiers didn't have the heart to take care of them. So they returned to their innocence. Some of the soldiers laughed and threw the orc child into the air before picking up the weapon. If you can't catch it, you will be ridiculed by your peers. Some soldiers work in pairs, using orc toddlers as meteor hammers to fight each other for fun.

The revenge ended when the last orc baby was whipped over the soldier's head with a spear worn.

But for the paladin Faros, the matter is not over yet. For a character with such potential as him, how could the above let him lose so much in an orc raid?

As the chief priest personally performed the resurrection magic, the originally huge wound quickly contracted. Then the paladin Faos opened his eyes.

With tears streaming down his face, he kissed the chief priest to show his gratitude. The chief priest sensibly sent for him to be helped down, telling him to live well and recuperate. And told him that he would never be blamed for this failure, and that he could put his mind at ease. After all, it was the delay in the arrival of reinforcements that led to this tragedy. Although he didn't manage to protect the village, he wouldn't have anything negative to say about him on his resume. He didn't have to worry about it affecting his future in the church.

Half a month later, the paladin Faos rode on a tall horse, and began to wear a chic silk cape, shining armor, and a burqa made of linen. Returning to normal, he waved frequently to the crowd on both sides, and gracefully caught the flowers they threw at him. Looking at the women who were frantically greeting him, Faos wondered how to get them to bed as soon as possible.

Not long ago, the holy warrior Faros recounted what had happened, specifically mentioning that he had resisted the temptation of demons and had not committed the heinous sin of cannibalism. So, at the behest of a certain big man, the propaganda machine went into full swing. It didn't take long for him to become a hero who adhered to his principles and fought bravely. So today, he enjoyed the welcome of the crowd and rode the white horse of the divine horse through the Arc de Triomphe.

Because of his insistence on ethics, he was awarded the title of hero. His story is an inspiration to countless young people.

As for the more than 100 villagers in that village who were brutally killed by the orcs for refusing to eat the brainless dead baby. The vast majority of them did not enjoy the benefits of resurrection. A resurrection spell costs a lot of gold. Who will pay for those poor sticks?

Only one middle-aged couple was lucky, their son was a dutiful son, and he made a fortune outside. When he heard about this, he sold his property and asked a priest to perform a resurrection spell at the cost of bankrupting his family, in exchange for his parents.

As for the rest of the villagers, the innocent people who were slaughtered. It was a loss for both the church and the lords. Yes, the kind of loss that is a number. And the church and the lords didn't care much about it.

Isn't it just a group of villagers who have been slaughtered? Anyway, the mothers of this country will have new farmers!

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Words written in the middle: Those guys who read this novel and shouted "let go of that paladin". Please leave with a mellow posture.

Anyone with a brain can think about why I wrote this novel. Is it to abuse the paladins?

I have to mention that I have no penchant for abusing paladins. As for the misfortune of the paladins in my novels, I can only say that it is a plot arrangement, and it is an arrangement that is in line with their identity. Just as a warrior in fiction is in danger of being hit by a bullet, a paladin is in danger of being knocked down by the forces of evil. As you can see of the paladins, I didn't write about their misery with relish. I'm mostly passing it off.

If I really wanted to torture the paladins, then physically I had been tortured in all sorts of strange places. And if it's spiritual, then I'm familiar with many famous books, and I can easily borrow some plots.

But I didn't do that. Because I don't take pleasure in abusing holy warriors at all.

So, why am I writing this novel?

First of all, when I was in elementary school and junior high school, I shamefully worshipped the Nazis for a while.

Why do you worship the Nazis? Magazines such as "Weapons" repeated over and over again the "great achievements" of the Nazi army. Impatiently introduced the ace tankmen of Nazi Germany, ace pilots. At the same time, a large number of literary pictures are used to show those exquisite weapons.

So, for me at that time, I naturally had a tendency to worship the Nazis. How cool the Nazis were. Look at the mighty military uniform. (At that time, I often fantasized about being able to wear that black dogskin) How fierce the Nazis were, almost unifying Europe. How powerful the Nazis were, look at the achievements of their army.

Of course, as I've gotten older, I've matured. Naturally, the cult of the Nazis was also gone. Because I know what's right and what's wrong.

Even then, though, I didn't really understand why the Nazis should be hated.

Later, I read a lot of books, some of which were novels written by Russians.

Russia is a nation with a very short history. They can be called barbarians among the barbarians of Europe. When the Germanic peoples, who were considered barbarians, had long since been civilized, the Slavs were still ...... Even the backward Vikings were more advanced than the Slavs. The name Varyag is actually derived from the time when the Vikings taught the Slavs civilization.

So, naturally, the Russian nation showed its barbaric side in many places. But it is almost inconceivable that this nation has produced a lot of very, very remarkable intellectuals in modern times. In the era of autocratic Tsarist Russia, they had great scientists like Mendeleev, great musicians like Tchaikovsky, and too many excellent writers such as Pushkin, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, etc. And by the time of the USSR, they had not changed. Even the "Western free world", which is extremely hostile to the socialist camp. In the face of the facts, the Soviet Union was also forced to award a number of highly valuable Nobel Prizes. Even during the Cold War, when the West was hostile to the other side of the Iron Curtain, the Soviet writer Sholokhov won the Nobel Prize for Literature.

What did Russian literature teach me? Let me know how to love people!

Caring for people, loving people, respecting people...... It's easy to say, but it's actually not easy to do in our time. For example, this time Japan was hit by a disaster, and there was a cheer on the Internet.

I'm not that kind of Harinu. I can laugh out loud about the fact that the Japanese F2 fighter was soaked in water. I can mock the problems exposed by the Japanese government with malice. I can laugh at the low-quality side of the Japanese that is exposed.

However, I have sympathy for the Japanese people who were killed. I'm not going to be there shouting or laughing about their suffering.

Naturally, the more material losses Japan has, the better. After all, Japan now has a competitive side with our country. However, I will not laugh at the suffering of the victims of the Japanese disaster.

Because, the books I read, have changed me. The number of victims is no longer a number.

I didn't have enough feelings to go deep into the suffering of the Japanese and weep for them. But I know that the number of people killed is not just numbers.

I'm interested in the military. I've read a lot of military novels, such as Bright Sword, such as Fire King Kong.

But here, the novel I'm going to talk about is, "What Happened to One Man". Yes, "The Quiet Don"

It's not just numbers. It's not just numbers. Although both works are novels (although the protagonist of the quiet Don still has a prototype, which led to the death sentence of the Soviet government). But they taught me to love people.

What happens to ordinary people, what happens to ordinary people.

In fact, it was embodied in the earlier Russian writer Fyodor Dostoevsky. Although I disagree with many of his ideas, his attitude towards the matter of "numbers and living people" is related to me!

In his novel, he mentions the difference between the unfortunate Russians, their living tragedy, and the cold numbers on the statistics.

Don't think of the victims of the Japanese disaster as a string of cold numbers, but as living people. It is restored to watching "Doraemon" and "Saint Seiya" when I was a child, and ordinary people with their own happiness and misfortune. So, can you really still clap your hands?

Speaking of which, I have to say that my country doesn't know if it's because there are too many people, and for people, they don't cherish it much. Intellectuals, who have always been supposed to be the conscience of society, openly put forward some "theory of heaven's punishment" after the Wenchuan earthquake, a catastrophe in our country.

Is the history professor at Fudan University at this level? There is no humanistic care at all?

I have to say that the regime criticized by Zhu Xueqin is indeed getting better and better on the road of paying attention to people and loving people.

Raining is a little hero. He bravely participated in fighting the wildfires and unfortunately died. And today, our government has changed its attitude. Raining is still a hero. But today, we would rather let the wildfires burn again than let minors fight them again.

In the same vein, there is a movie called "Super Typhoon". Whatever you want to laugh at this movie, whatever you scold this movie and praise virtue. But the film conveys a new idea for a new era. That is, we must value people and love people. In this film, in the face of disasters, we no longer have to pay too many senseless sacrifices. We would rather lose more financially than issue an early warning message for everyone to evacuate.

Of course, many places are not enough compared to developed countries, but after all, they are moving positively. However, Zhu Xueqin is still engaged in some "heavenly damnation theory". became a figure who should be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

So, by now, I think you should understand why I wrote this novel.

In addition, in 2008, I asked a lot of questions about the Holy Warriors at Baidu Tieba D&D. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't be messing around there. I'm going to do a lot of things and avoid doing some stupid things anymore.

However, after reading this novel, I think many people should understand what kind of choices a truly good person should make.

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― En'en, if you are a sharp-eyed person, you can see that this novel borrows the images of two characters from Zola's work。 Zola was a master. His portrayal of women is really strong. Whether it's the gentle strength of the protagonist in "Ladies Paradise" or the debauched virgin of Nana in "Tavern". It's all portrayed very well. When I conceived the appearance of the female paladin that would appear later in my novel, I also borrowed the color of the eyes of the heroine in his book "Sprout".

I skate, too, but it's a different time now. Our socialist country is ...... And there was no such cold snap...... If it were that cold, I wouldn't be happy that I could skate for a few more days......

The day before yesterday, it was very, very painful. I know the cause of the pain, but I don't know why it was so painful yesterday. Alas......