Haha, you rabbit cub, dare to play with grandpa and me?!" The captain grabbed the young man's neck with both hands and raised it high, his eyes showing a fierce light: "You are quite powerful? Tell you, it's better for those bastards to die, and the bounty is all Lao Tzu's!"

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"! you want to die!" The strength of the captain's hand increased in vain, and the young man immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe: "I won't let you die well, I will torture you slowly little by little! like strangling a chicken... Hey, hey!"

The young man's face had turned gray, but his eyes had not changed in the slightest.

Eyes like hungry wolves!

"Do you think you're going to win?" the captain sneered.

"Draw your sword!" the young man almost squeezed out the air with great difficulty, his eyes looked at Charles, who had already been stunned again, and his hands immediately wrapped around the sentry captain like a snake!

"What!?" The captain was shocked, but when he looked back, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Charles still staring at him: "Hmph, it's just a dream to count on that little kid! What can he do?" and then turned his head and continued to exert his strength, as if he had understood the young man in black first, and never looked at Charles behind him.

Charles froze, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and he couldn't even hold the hilt of his sword.

I'm just a ten-year-old kid, impossible, even if I draw a sword, it doesn't make any sense.

I.... I.... It's too weak...

I'm the only one, and I can't do anything at all!

If- if Mom and Dad were still around, if-

"Pluck... Sword!" The young man's face turned even paler: "I don't want to die... Only... Draw your sword!"

Death-

The figure that dragged under the gallows。。。。。 The city is stained with blood。。。。。。 Jackdaw pecking at corpses at the head of the city。。。。。。

The parents fought side by side, and said with blood on their faces: "Take Charles first, you must let him live!"

In order to divert the pursuers, the uncle and uncle said before leaving: "Charles, you have to live." ”

I don't want to die!

Stay alive!

I'm going to live with everyone's weight!

For the first time, the little white hand gripped the hilt tightly, trembling slightly, but it was incomparably firm.

"Pluck... Sword!" The boy still couldn't squeeze out a little more air: "Live... Down"

That's right!

I'm not alone!

I carry everyone's lives on my back!

I can!

"Ah!!!!!h

The thin body overcame fear, and for the first time truly dominated its limbs, the greatest possible way to leap up, and the short sword stabbed into the unsuspecting back heart with the weight of the whole body!

At that moment, Charles had changed from a ten-year-old boy to a real warrior!

It was also at that moment that he and Cesar formed a deep bond of master and servant!

The memories of the past were let go one by one, and Charles's eyes were filled with tears unconsciously, and he didn't know how many journeys he had made in the mountains, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was not far from the cliff. Thinking of the uncertainty of Cesar's life and death, I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart, and I was very afraid that I would find Cesar's body on the cliff, but I was even more afraid that nothing would be found, which proved that the figure who fell off the cliff was Cesar. In the end, I had to pick up the courage of a warrior, pray in my heart, and leap forward.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned a mountain col, he had faintly heard a long howl from the cliff, the sound was thick and heavy, with a full sense of resentment, and as soon as the whistle passed, there were several crisp sounds of blade strikes.

Charles thought to himself, "Oh no! Carlos, they should have met the other side's broken back troops!" and shouted orders for his troops to speed up.

The soldiers quickly rushed to the bottom of the cliff, and as soon as they looked up, they found that the commander Carlos was surrounded by more than 20 people, and they all stepped forward to help with anxiety, but when they saw the deputy general Lin stationed far away, he shook his head at them indifferently and stopped them from stepping forward.

Charles thought about where to be on Carlos, and looked around at the moment, but he didn't see Cesar, and suddenly felt like a bucket of ice water poured directly into his head, cooling down his spine.

At this time, Carlos shouted: "Die! you all die!

Charles listened to his voice like madness, extremely sad and indignant, without the usual aristocratic appearance at all, and the bad news in his heart confirmed eight or nine points, suddenly felt dizzy, and could only struggle to sit up and watch Carlos continue to break in the siege.

The two dozen or so Nord warriors had already fallen in the moment Charles was stunned, and the remaining dozen or so people desperately brandished axes to meet them, but none of them could break through Carlos's almost shield-like defenses, and could only try back and forth at a distance of a punch.

Carlos's sword and shield had been thrown to the ground, and he was only fighting them with his bare hands, and a Nord warrior stepped forward and slashed hard, Carlos was on one side, and let the axe slash diagonally from the gauntlet, and then shrugged his shoulders, and the shoulder armor slammed into the ribs of the Nord warrior, only to hear a wail, the man flew straight back like a kite off the string, and before he could land, Carlos moved, suddenly turned to another Nord warrior, and slammed the face armor on the opponent's face door, and a series of movements were like flowing water, without the slightest hesitation。

Carlos is like a huge mountain standing in the formation, or with his shoulder, or with his palm, or with his fist, or with his knees, the armor not only bears all the opponent's attacks, but also can smash the opponent's weakness at the shortest distance.

Charles finally understood why Lynn was stopping them from coming forward, Carlos was not in trouble at all, on the contrary, the poor Nords had become his sandbags for practice.

I heard Carlos shoot the enemies one by one like a mad giant bear, and at the same time roared loudly, the roar was so terrible that tears flowed down in a moment.

With the last sound of flesh and bones shattering, Carlos grabbed a fallen Nord soldier and asked while crying: "What about Cesar?"

"No... I don't know... Ahh

Carlos then picked up another one like a chicken: "What about Cesar?!"

"What Cesar—ah!?"

Carlos couldn't stop at all, one after the other!

"What about Cesar!?

"I... I don't- ouch!"

"What about Western Sahar, what have you done to him?"

"I don't know—ah!"

For a long time, until he picked up a Nord soldier with a bloody face, the soldier generally covered his crotch, and stretched out his finger tremblingly, pointing to the cliff over there.

The boulder in Carlos and Charles' hearts finally fell with a bang, smashing the bottom of their hearts into a blur of flesh and blood. Although he had already decided in his heart that something had happened to Western Sahara, he comforted himself that perhaps he had only been captured, or that he had already taken the opportunity to retreat, and now that it was confirmed, it was like uncovering the cruel mystery with his own hands, and even he could not accept it.

Carlos ran to the edge of the cliff and roared, "Bastard, didn't you tell you to wait for me? Aren't you amazing? Come back! I'll see if I do another miracle!"

Somehow, Charles suddenly remembered the eyes of Cesar who was choked by the neck but refused to give in like a hungry wolf that day, the kind of eyes that gave people hope for survival, and the black-haired teenager said hoarsely with his last breath: "Draw the sword!"

That's right, he's not going to die!

Definitely not!

Although this hope is extremely slim, it ignites a slight warmth in my heart.

Holding on to this last bit of hope in his heart, Charles ordered the guards to immediately descend the cliff to search.

He stepped forward and pulled Carlos tightly, trying to calm him down, but when the words came to his lips, he realized that 10,000 words of comfort may not be worth a hysterical vent.

Finally it was completely dark, and it was all over.

Carlos's roar, constantly echoing in the mountains, is like a final elegy for all the heroes of this tragic battle.

The wind rises like a ghost crying, and the mountains and forests are silent. Sorrow lingers not only among the mountains of the Jerukhs Mountains, but also fills the entire space of Tiha Cemetery.

It took a day for the ferocious fire of Tiha to be completely extinguished, and half of Tiha City had been reduced to a scorched earth, and the once prosperous commercial street was now only a pile of ruins and ruins, and a trace of white smoke came out from above, as if the ghosts were haunting and haunting.

Because of the large number of dead people, if left unchecked, a large number of corpses may cause a plague, so after the fire was extinguished, people did not even have time to feel grief and sadness, and immediately threw themselves into the work of cleaning up the corpses.

Seven or eight out of ten of the corpses were civilians, some were killed by blades, some were buried alive by collapsed houses, and many more were torn apart by explosions.

Flesh, bones, and entrails littered every street corner and intersection, depicting the most brutal graffiti in a shocking way.

There are so many corpses that they can hardly be buried in the cemeteries inside and outside the city of Tiha, and most of them are no longer able to identify their former identities, so they can only transport the remains of all the victims in the city to the cemetery in Tiha and burn them in a centralized manner.

Sturdy soldiers, emaciated women, toddler children, searched and cleaned up the streets, and everyone's eyes were hollow, as if they were gray, and there was no breath of life in sight.

It was not until the last body was pushed into the open space in front of the cemetery, the huge fire was ignited, and the bodies were thrown into the fire one by one, that people slowly recovered from the sea of death, something like the seeds of early spring, awakened by the warmth brought by the heat wave, twitching, struggling, and ready to move in the hearts of people.

It's called grief.

"My baby—" The little seed in a peasant woman's heart was the first to break through the heart, and in an instant it was a heart-rending pain, and the lifeless numbness was finally awakened, and she threw herself into the pile of corpses like crazy, and pushed them away with all her might, as if to find the remains of her young son, but the corpses were either only fragments of limbs, or were charred and blackened, and there were so many of them, how easy was it to recover a small corpse?

It took a lot of effort for her to move a corpse, but after only a few of them, her hands and feet were numb, and she suddenly felt a burst of dizziness and fell to the ground. It took her a while to wake up, and she could only cry out when she couldn't get up: "God, why did you take him! I only have one son! My Samuli ... My Samuli is only ten years old!!"

After a burst of crying, the peasant woman felt dizzy again, and then changed to a quiet sob, and the person had become confused, and in a trance seemed to answer to the dead child: "Yes... Samuli, Mom shouldn't have promised to bring you to the harvest party. But you cry and argue that there is maltose at the party。。。。。 No, no, no... It's mom's mistake.,Don't.,Don't go.。。。 Samuli 。。。。。 Come back, come back soon, kid... Don't leave your mother behind... At this point, she couldn't stop crying, and tears rained down.

For a long time, for a long time.