Chapter 485: Being and Nothingness
"Randy, I'm here to say goodbye to you, I'm leaving Spain."
It was Hemingway who came to say goodbye to Randy.
"During my month in Spain, in addition to sending back enough press releases, it is more important to have a lot of first-hand information from the front.
As a writer, the gun is not my weapon, the pen is.
I want to go back and vigorously promote the bravery of the front-line soldiers, the ugliness of the demons and the rebels, and let more people support your righteous fight.
In addition to publicizing the materials I had obtained at the front during this period, I also prepared a new book called "For Whom the Bell Tolls", which will be a great improvement in my writing. β
Look, Hemingway knows where his strengths are, he is very clear-headed, he is not the material for war, he doesn't go to the front line to cause chaos for others, you look at Sartre and Picasso -
Well, people also contributed.
"Master Picasso, the republican government asked me to bring a message.
A month later, at the Paris Exposition, the Spanish Pavilion needs a decorative painting and wants to commission it to you, and that's where you should be fighting. β
The old man laughed, "Are you saying that I came to the front by mistake?"
No, I experienced a struggle and passion here that I can't experience in the gentle country of women, even though I have only been a truck driver for a month.
This is just the opportunity for me to turn that Guernica into a huge oil painting and expose the ugliness of the demons in front of the world.
And this "Flying Henry and Catalan Beauty", I also want to make it a world famous painting. β
Picasso said goodbye to Henry and Randy, packed up his things and prepared to leave, finally going to his battlefield to fight.
Hemingway took Picasso away, which reduced Randy's burden, and Randy was in a very good mood, and then he heard a bad news, and his mood plummeted.
"Boss, during this time you left, the orcs finally made a move on Great Xia."
Originally, Sanmao was not in charge of domestic intelligence, but when it came to orcs, it was also in his business scope.
"Have they taken the port of Lion's Mouth?"
When the Later Xia court was there, Lucia and the orcs fought in Xiangbian Province.
At that time, Lucia had a machine gun, and the half-orcs did not have it, and it took a lot of effort to attack the lion's mouth and lose the soldiers, and the three sons of General Nogi, the "god of war" claimed by the half-orcs, died there.
Now that Xiao Liuzi is sitting on an army of 300,000, it may not be easy for the orcs to take down the lion's mouth.
"What a lion's mouth, now the three provinces of Xiangping have been lost."
"How can it be so fast, even 300,000 pigs may not be caught in half a month."
"Xiao Liuzi ran away without firing a shot.
As soon as you leave, Ruiyuan and Yan Baichuan, Feng Huanzhang, and Li Delin, these bigwigs of the Heaven and Earth Society, will fight inextricably.
Xiao Liuzi led his troops into the customs to persuade him, and took the opportunity to occupy Dadu, Jinmen and Qindao, and the main force did not stay in the three provinces of Xiangping, allowing the orcs to take advantage of the loophole.
It is said that in order to quell the civil strife, Ruiyuan instructed Xiao Liuzi to 'temporarily adopt a submissive attitude and wait for the judgment of international justice', and Xiao Liuzi acted on orders. β
"Bah, if the League of Nations worked, Spain would be like this?"
Since Ruiyuan's betrayal of the alliance, Randy has long given up his illusions about Senior Brother Ruiyuan, and he has not commented on Ruiyuan, "Little Liuzi still has no guts, Senior Brother Rui asked you not to fight if you don't fight?"
300,000 people are at your command, and you are called a sinner through the ages, you know? β
"It's okay, at least most of them are temporarily held, the two sides are not fighting now, Ruiyuan is now attacking your friend Shi Yuan."
"So the three provinces of Xiangping are lost, right?"
Randy put down the phone, turned around several circles with his hands behind his back, and immediately called Xiao Zijing, who was now in charge of the military, "Commander Xiao, can our troops in the coastal, frontier and nomadic provinces send the orcs back?" β
"No, we only have two divisions and one brigade there, although they are elite and there are too few people, it's good to be able to protect themselves, and the order Ruiyuan gave me is also 'stand still'."
Well, the four provinces of the frontier are theoretically under the control of Rui Yuan, although they actually listen to Randy, but if they fight with the orcs, it will be considered "disobedience".
Of course, Randy doesn't care about disobedience, but there are too few people in the four provinces of the frontier, and there is no way to fight it.
Randy then called Shi Yuan, "I heard that Ruiyuan is attacking you?" How's it going? β
Shi Yuan's voice on the phone was very optimistic, "Haha, the first batch he sent was your brothers, Yang Yizhai and Yang Chisheng of the Dian Army.
These two brothers of yours are very much concerned about their friendship with you, and they can't help us when they beat us.
Let's be very relaxed, now the territory has been greatly expanded, and you, the nominal master of the village, already have 50,000 soldiers and horses.
The common people who don't know the inside story sang a ballad, 'It doesn't take three points of the flying dragon to defeat the two sheep in Jiangxi Province', and we will have to thank your two brothers in the future. β
Brother is fine for the time being, Randy sat on the ground, holding the heavy sword, frowning in thought.
"Man, don't worry about things in the distance, and look at the present."
When Randy turned around, it was Sartre, who had never spoken much, and was always silent.
"I'm not worried. When it comes to my country, of course I have to care, and I just think about how to clean up the hateful orcs. β
Sartre's eyes were distracted and he pointed to the battlefield in the distance, "Your hometown is in conflict, and there is a fierce war here, in fact, in my eyes, all this is meaningless." β
"How can it be meaningless to serve the motherland and fight for justice?"
"People are going to die after all, and life is a tragedy with death as the background.
Everything in the world will eventually perish, and our lives will return to nothingness.
The existence of the universe is accidental, and there is no goal. People croaking to the ground, there is no goal in the first place, is it just to live to be fed?
So, this short life, existence has no meaning. β
No wonder this guy was silent all day long, looking weak.
The relationship is because you are already full and don't need to run around for a living, and then you feel that life is boring.
"I don't understand what you sages have been thinking all day.
Anyway, I think that even if you are born without a goal, since you are alive, you have goals every day, things to do, and a wonderful and interesting life, it is better than eating and waiting for death. β
"Huh? Your words seem to make a lot of sense.
The universe has no meaning, and human existence has no meaning. But since it exists, isn't it meaningful to shape oneself and achieve oneself on the basis of existence? β
Sartre was lying weakly, boring to wipe the gun, but suddenly one eye lit up, "I found a breakthrough point that I have been unable to think through."
Randy, thank you. I'm here for a different purpose than yours, I originally felt that life was meaningless and sought excitement.
Now I've found a new theoretical breakthrough.
This theory may not be of any help to those of you who believe in dragon slayering.
However, for the intellectuals and young people in New Frankia and many advanced countries, after solving their survival and physiological needs, they were confused and empty-minded.
No, I can't afford to waste any more time here.
I want to go back, write my insights into a book, share them with those who need them, and guide them in their confused lives. β
Sartre left happily, and Randy was stunned.
What did I say? I seem to be saying that you can't eat and wait for death, don't sages understand such a simple truth?
The life of the sage, especially the New Frankish sage, has almost no connection with Randy, and Randy has no idea what Sartre is excited about.
His two burdens are gone, and Henry is sanctified again, although he is a medical saint without force, his ability to protect himself has increased greatly after all, and his responsibility here is suddenly much lighter.
In the blood transfusion van, there are only two men, Henry and Randy, left, and Henry takes on the responsibility of driving.
Randy protects the truck on the road, and when he arrives at the location, he still goes to the firing line to save people.
Every day there is the sound of gunfire and explosions, and Randy is used to the thrilling war life.
A month passed quickly, and on this day, the truck returned to Madrid to replenish, and Randy suddenly felt something, and looked north, which should be New Frank.
After a while, Randy's magic phone rang, and Picasso's cheerful voice could be heard inside, "Randy, the moment I finished the giant oil painting Guernica, I became a painting saint."
Hahahaha, Xinkangfu was shocked, thanks to your suggestion back then.
Neither the Cubist nor Surrealist painting techniques I created sanctified me, but my career in the International Column allowed me to find a new direction in life.
Sure enough, expression is not the true meaning of art, only closely connected with the tide of the times, can it become a painting saint recognized by heaven. β
"Congratulations, congratulations."
Randy's congratulations were insincere, as a layman he really didn't know how to draw.
"Now, I have become the greatest painter in the world, and several seventeen or eighteen-year-old beautiful girls have flattered me, it's good to be a painting saint, hahahaha......"
Picasso ended the call with a burst of laughter, and the phone ended with a few girlish snees.
Well, Randy got it.
"Comrade Randy, Comrade Randyβ"
Who called me? As soon as Randy turned around, he saw a team of heavily armed people on the streets of Madrid.