Tiha Cemetery. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The burning fire was finally extinguished, and the remaining ashes were buried on the spot, hoping to erect a tombstone for the deceased after the landfill, but found that the number of dead was difficult to count, so they had to hastily find a large stone tablet and engrave "Harvest Festival Victims' Tomb" on it.

When everything was done, the crowd gradually dispersed, the fatigue and sadness of the days had already exhausted their physical strength, and the exhaustion and sleepiness quickly reversed after the body relaxed, and no one wanted to return to their warm home early to sleep well.

After a while, only Kemira and Tolia were left in the huge cemetery, one with no home and the other homeless.

The autumn breeze rises, and the night is as cool as water.

The two were silent for a long time, but Tolia broke the deadlock first: "Sir, thank you for your help. ”

Kemira nodded, not showing any indication.

Tolia was a little embarrassed, but her big grin made her continue, "Thank you for the song just now. It really made everyone a lot more cheerful. ”

Kemira suddenly said, "That tune is played especially for you." ”

"Huh?!" Tolia was puzzled.

"Although they are crying sadly, but it is not a big problem, and you are indeed entangled with demons, one wrong step, the demons in your heart will be deeply planted, and there will be no return!" Kemira turned around and said indifferently.

Knowing that he saw the knots in his heart, Torya couldn't help but bow her head and say in frustration, "I... I don't know why this is happening, I feel like I've changed myself, not my old self。。。。。 I'm afraid I will... Become like them. ”

Kemira looked at her, sighed, reached out and patted her shoulder gently, and then said, "I'll tell you a story." ”

It is said that once upon a time, there was a young man who lived with his people on the vast grassland, and the land where they lived was rich in water and grass, cattle and sheep everywhere, and they could nomadically sing and swim every day.

The young man had a girl of his own and even practiced playing and singing without sleep, hoping to win the championship at the annual Namuda meeting of the tribe and give the girl as a gift for his marriage.

In the end, he got his wish for the laurel and the nod of the childhood sweetheart, and he was so happy that he almost tore the strings off, but at that moment the shadow of war hung over the peaceful grassland.

A large number of cavalry poured into the tribe, torches burned their tents, swords tore the throats of their relatives, the laurel wreath they had just put on was stained red with blood, the young man dragged the girl to flee in the chaos, and when he escaped, he found that the girl's chest was pierced by a stray arrow, and he could do nothing but watch his future wife's body grow cold little by little.

He resented, he was angry, he regretted, he cursed, he felt that heaven and earth were too unfair, why should the strong bully the weak, why didn't he practice martial arts earlier, why did the army kill innocents indiscriminately.

So he vowed to become stronger, he wanted revenge, so he was ready to practice martial arts, but he had passed the best time to practice martial arts early in the morning, and even if he tried hard, it was difficult to advance. Fortunately, he met a guest from the East, who changed his veins at the cost of his life, and finally achieved martial arts.

Later, he found the army, and he wanted to use enough blood to wash away the deep hatred, and every time he raised his hand, it was a bloody storm, and the attack was fatal, and he would never leave a mouth alive. In the end, only the old and weak women and children who accompanied the army were left, and when the young man came to his senses, even they had been torn to pieces by his own sword.

At that moment, he was stunned, and he suddenly felt that he had tortured and killed this army and these accompanying personnel like this, and it was rare that he was not bullying the weak and killing innocents indiscriminately?

The flames of hatred could have blinded everything, and he found that his heart had died with him the moment his lover died. When the great revenge was avenged and the fire of revenge faded, he actually had an endless sense of emptiness.

The boy didn't know where to go in this life, so he could only let himself wander on the mainland, and he witnessed countless so-called just wars, coups, and riots, and no matter which side of the party, he would accuse the other party of being the devil.

He suddenly understood that no matter how righteous the reason is, no matter how high-sounding the excuse, killing someone is killing someone, if there are days, there are contacts, those who kill will be killed, and the return of the wheel of cause and effect should be unpleasant.

If you don't have respect for life, then how can you blame the world for treating human life as a mustard?

The young man who suddenly realized this laughed and cried, and continued to wander on the mainland, wandering。。。。。。。

At this point, Kemira had already stopped, her eyes staring into the distance in confusion.

"Sir, is this young man 。。。。。。 Toria asked, intrigued.

"Who is it, and what does it matter? Such sad people abound in troubled times. Kemira's face turned calm again.

"Sir... Tolia wanted to ask something, but Kemira didn't give her any chance to stretch her body, and the two flipped and moved away like a roc, leaving only a deep voice lingering in her ears: "No need to ask, you are so self-conscious." ”

In the dark cemetery, Torya was left alone, standing and contemplating.

The wind blew Kemira's robe, he was like a flutter in the wind, light and elegant, a little bit more than a distance, the eyes full of vicissitudes slowly looked at the eastern horizon where Kulin was, and his heart was shocked: I am afraid that the battle of Kulin will be full of corpses again. Am I really qualified to educate that girl in a serious way? Is my choice really the right one now? How far away is the world where everyone respects life?

Kulin Castle, located two hundred miles west of the imperial capital of Sagos, is in the key area between Sagos and Tiha, since the Nords established their foothold on the Calradia continent to set the capital of Sagos, Kulin Castle has always existed as a companion capital, like a faithful knight, silently guarding his king for more than a hundred years.

When the castle was first built, it was of great strategic importance, with two extremely magnificent walls, the two walls far apart, and in the event of an invasion, the inner and outer walls provided excellent defensive shelter for the city.

However, as the territory conquered by the Nords continued to expand, the frontier of the war continued to move south, and the areas around Kulin Castle, Tiha and Sagoth were free of war or armed conflict for nearly a hundred years. The peaceful years and the favorable port environment brought Tiha a peak of commercial and economic development, and became the economic center of the whole Nord. Wealthy merchants often maintained an intriguing relationship with the eunuchs, and Kulin's location in the transition zone between the economic center and the political center naturally became a gathering place for the country's merchants and politicians.

For a time, the celebrities in the city of Kulin gathered, all kinds of high-end public baths, amusement gardens and mansions and manors rose from the ground, and over time the city wall became an obstacle to the development of the city, and the four gates of the city wall were demolished to pieces, leaving only a few sparse walls, like stumps after being cut down, wilted and erected on the ground.

The remnants of the inner wall, not only can not be used to separate the enemy from the enemy, but has become a clear standard for separating classes within the people. Within the inner wall is the inner city of Kulin, only the nobles, magnates and ministers of the dynasty can live in it, the inner city building is a golden eaves and glass roof, extremely luxurious, the room is full of fat powder and wine, and the silk and bamboo orchestra does not stop all night. Beyond the inner walls, the outer city was crowded with poor peasants, scruffy workers, and low-ranking soldiers, and the houses were mostly old-fashioned Nord all-wood structures, filled with the smell of sweat and the rot of old wood.

After the four gates of the inner wall were demolished, simple checkpoints were set up, guarded by guards called "wall guards", and no inferior untouchables were allowed to cross the border easily.

If it is a good harvest year, every disaster year, the outer city is full of hunger and wailing, but the inner city is still singing and laughing every night, and the strong contrast makes it difficult to imagine that this is the same city.

The Nord rebels' attack has lasted for three days, although the outer wall is still strong, but the flying arrows and fire debris still destroy many slums along the city wall, plus this year's income is not good, the little surplus food left in the family has also been burned to the ground, and the homeless and hungry poor people can only try their best to rush to the inner city, but all of them are sternly rejected by the wall guards.

"Why don't you let me in!I'm a subject of Nord!" "Let us in!" "You fat scum!" "We're going to starve to death if we go on like this!" There was an uproar in front of the West Gate, and a large number of refugees gathered to complain loudly about their demands.

"As I said, it's a decree forbidding any out-of-town dwellers from entering the inner city! Get out of the way, you hillbillies. The heavily armed gold-belted wallguard scolded contemptuously as he used the shaft of his spear to stop the refugees who tried to squeeze in.

A ragged peasant woman staggered out of the crowd, holding the spear shaft of the wall guard with one hand, and holding the child in her arms tightly with the other, and said sadly: "Master Jun, please, let me go, this child has nothing to eat for two days, and if he continues like this, he will 。。。。。。 He would。。。。。。。 At this point, the peasant woman could no longer speak, and began to whimper.

But the expression on the wall guard's face was still cold, and he didn't even look at her, but his lips moved: "Get out!"

The peasant woman knelt down with a bang when she heard this, and pulled the corner of the guard's clothes and begged: "It's okay if I don't go over, just let this child go over and give him something to eat, even if it's some rice soup, please, please!"

The one-year-old child in the peasant woman's arms may have woken up from the coma slightly, stretched out his bony little arms, opened his mouth slightly, seemed to want to cry, but was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to cry, and his chapped little mouth opened and closed, but did not make any sound, like a fish that was dehydrated and dying, which made people feel sad.

The peasant woman's cry became more and more terrible, and the pulling force was a little greater, only to hear the "hissing", and accidentally tore open the wall guard's clothes.

The wallguard's patience finally reached its limit, and he yelled, "Damn it, get out of here!" and pushed forward so hard that the peasant woman and several nearby refugees fell backwards because they couldn't stand steadily. The hunger had already made their feet float, and the ferocity of this push made the peasant woman fall two steps away, and suddenly her head broke and blood flowed, and the child in her arms was thrown out of her hand, and fell heavily to the ground, and the child's face was suddenly pale, stiff and motionless, and he was about to die.

The peasant woman cried "wow", and crawled over with a belt, holding the child and shouting: "My baby... ”

There was a commotion in the crowd, and several refugee youths couldn't help but feel a surge of blood in their chests, and they stepped forward to grab the wall guard and scolded: "Women are beaten! Are you still human?"

Those wall guards are usually dogs and people, and they are used to living a high-ranking life, and the poor people are so blasphemous that they shout in a hurry: "Let go! Untouchables!!"

The young men felt even more angry, and one couldn't help but wave his fist: "You are the pariah, you damn dogs!"

Unexpectedly, before the fist fell, a sword light flashed, and the young man saw blood on his shoulder, and fell backwards with a wail.

I saw that the wall guard had drawn the long knife at his waist and shouted arrogantly: "Damn untouchables! You are blaspheming the king's decree!

"thy decree! thy king!!Decree that can't even save a child's life!!What's the use of coming!!" Another young man in sackcloth burst into tears and slammed his stick at the guard.

"Fuck it。。。。。 It's the other way around today!"

"Rush, rush! We're going to rush into the inner city! As long as we can take the granary, we have hope!"

"For the sake of the children and Lao Tzu at home!"

"Down with these watchdogs!"

Although the young man in Mai was knocked to the ground by a backhand of the wall guard, the surging crowd behind him immediately filled his place, and for a while the refugees crowded the door, or with fists, or with stones and sticks, to fight the wall guards.

Other wall guards rushed to reinforcements from the other three gates, but the number of wall guards was relatively small, and the entire establishment was only about 1,000 people, which was four or five times less than the sudden attack. For a time, the refugees were not afraid to die, and stones and sticks flew around, beating them into a daze, and they were about to break through the defenses of the gate.

"Captain Han Ji。。。。。。 How..... Why do these hillbillies seem to be dying!--" As soon as the recruit Pelatel cut down a peasant with one sword, two or three hoes flew in front of him!

"How do I know! Are you crazy!" Han Ji's shield knocked a peasant woman away, and with a sweep of his right hand, he barely blocked two kitchen knives, but he was immediately hit in the head by a stone, and the blood was smeared.

"Damn, retreat!!Retreat!!" Captain Han Ji shouted, kicking over a peasant and directing the rest of the wall guards to retreat from the door, the refugees were already seriously injured and could not continue, but as soon as they heard the wall guards shouting to retreat, they immediately regained their momentum, and the shouts came one after another, and they joined hands side by side.