Chapter 31: The Cursed Treasure

The cursed treasure, also known as Chandagongjin. ()

These treasures should not have existed, they were quietly raised by the council of the Zen people when the Wikibians blackmailed Chanda. The amount of these supplies was so large that the leaders of the Zen people had to drain the treasury that had been accumulated over the years, and by the time the sound of the iron hooves of the Vikyans was getting closer, there was already a great divide within the Zen Council.

If the Wikibians had received this tribute at that time, the subsequent Battle of Chanda would not have taken place. Zenda may be reduced to a declining port in the shadow of Vecchia, but it will probably not be burned to the ground as we know.

The Chanda Council was under tremendous pressure to petition for war on the internal needs: every day male citizens piled up all their possessions on the Congress Square to finance the army, women sewed shrouds and mourning garments, craftsmen strengthened the walls and repaired weapons, and the whole city of Chanda was prepared to fight the Vychians to the end;

Externally, the leaders of the council had to contend with a behemoth: the Wikibians after a long war, and each of their soldiers was a skilled horseman. They endure hardships and stand hard work, and climb mountains and mountains as if they were walking on flat ground. Even the elite Nord soldiers, who did not lose to the Swadians, were defeated in the face of the fierce Wikibians.

In the end, the Chanda Council made a humiliating and reluctant decision: to start mobilizing citizens into the army internally to stabilize public opinion, and to make secret contacts and secret talks with Vikia.

In this kind of crack, the elite of Zenda did everything they could to get what the Wikibians asked for without attracting too much attention.

Of course, the tribute wasn't as much as the Wikipicians were asking for, but it was quite generous.

The poor soldiers of the Wiki must not have imagined what it would be like to have so many gold coins piled together;

Of course, they didn't know how dazzling the bow material of so many yew or mulberry trees was;

And the sturdy plain horses purchased from Svadia were the ones that would make all the cavalry fall in love with them.

The Wikibians quickly got the horses they requested, of course, only more than six hundred. The horses were sent to the Vickyan barracks by some commissioned Salander merchants. The Vycchians used these fine horses to make their cavalry more elite, and then even more aggressively demanded that the Zen people send the rest of the tribute as soon as possible.

The Chanda soon fulfilled another part of the humiliation of the secret conversation: on the edge of a swamp, a group of Chanda soldiers were destined to deliver supplies to the Wikibians they approached.

The soldiers were asked to keep their mission absolutely secret: the Zenda elite knew that if the news leaked, they would first be hung on the execution stakes in the square by angry civilians before the Wikibians could kill them.

The Parliamentary Guard was given this task.

These young soldiers, who were loyal to Chanda, were selected through layers of the elite of the troops. But perhaps it was the defeat of the Chanda army, and in the minds that these elite soldiers were indoctrinated, ideals were given more importance than orders. So when the soldiers learned of their mission, the backlash was fierce, and several non-commissioned officers were reluctant to stay in the glorious parliamentary guard even if they resigned to join the militia city guard.

Whatever the Chanda elite could explain, these young men who were loyal to Chanda were unwilling to complete this humiliating task with tears in their eyes. These people know that although this trip can be exchanged for decades of Zen survival, they themselves will have to bear the shame of a lifetime, and even the shame of the generations behind them.

Eventually, however, some of the soldiers agreed to pay the tribute to the Wikidians.

These people were immediately spurned by their own companions. This group of people endured the scolding and contempt of their comrades-in-arms, and silently performed their duties.

The appointed day soon came, and the messengers of the Vecchians with empty boats and wagons were waiting for the Zeddars at the end of a swamp.

The soldiers of the Chanda people soon arrived.

Looking at these majestic soldiers, the Wikiians are full of disdain: in Vekia, the shame of men is not to be defeated, but to be intimidated. By WikiAsian standards, the soldiers and elites of the Zen people are about the same as the girls.

As the Zenda soldiers approached in silence, the Wikibians happily drank their wine, played the shamisen, and danced happily.

Abandoned by their homeland, the Wikians must rely on their strength to survive on this strange continent. The cowardly Zen people gave the Vikyans a very beautiful reverie, which is what is written in the bones of the Vikyans: conquer the weak, conquer the strong, conquer everyone

"The girls of Zenda are here," cheered the Wikibians.

But the cheers soon turned into screams.

The carriages brought by the Zen people were full of well-armed and angry soldiers. These soldiers were fewer in number than the Wikibians, but the quality of their training and surprise attacks cost the Wikibians a lot of money. After a brief clash, the Wikibian emissaries fled, leaving behind dozens of bewildered men and a few captured soldiers.

Even though the soldiers were in prison, they did not change the fierce character of the Wikibians, and they shouted that the Zen masters were 'thieves' and 'bastards'.

In the minds of the Chanda soldiers, it may be more acceptable to be called a 'thief' than to be called a 'girl'.

When the large group of Wikibians rushed there when they heard the news, they only saw dozens of Wikibians with their arms tied together drowning in the water, their skin pale and their eyes hollow, and they slowly rose and fell with the waves in the water.

The young heroes of Chanda executed the Emissary of the Vycchians without leaving behind.

These people returned to Chanda City with joy, and they told their comrades about their victory. These people endured humiliation and burdens, and finally earned their own glory, and they were immediately forgiven by their comrades.

Wikibians certainly don't rest on their laurels.

Faced with the unquenchable anger of the soldiers and their thirst for riches, King Vekia ordered the siege of the city of Chanda.

After the destruction of the city of Chanda, King Vecchia allowed his soldiers to plunder for ten days. These ten days passed very quickly, and if it were relative to the development of Chanda for thousands of years--- Chanda was completely wiped out from the earth.

The original soldiers fought hard after the fall of Chanda.

Countless deaths loomed around them, and the soldiers began to reflect on their actions: they had protected the wealth and dignity of their country, but in exchange for a piece of rubble. Is it worth it?

Is it worth it?

The troops who recaptured the tribute did not return the wealth to the treasury, fearing that the funds would be betrayed again by the elites. It is said that these people buried the treasure somewhere in the North Sea.

This treasure eventually brought about the demise of Zenda, and it became known as the "Cursed Treasure".

The parliamentary guard that executed the Wikibian emissary disappeared after Chanda's demise. Most of its soldiers were martyred when the city was breached, but many escaped from the city.

These soldiers resolutely refused to surrender to the Wikidians, and at the same time could not forgive the Nords for their betrayal, and even more tragically, because their impulsiveness led to the downfall of the country, many of the Zenda's own officials and scholars could not accept them.

These young people have lost all the support they have lost because of their ideals.

They fled to Osawa.

After all these years, no one knows where they got their treasure.

Some say that these treasures have been given to the pioneers to open up new lands and prepare for the future restoration of the Zen people;

Some people say that this treasure was divided among the soldiers, and now they are living incognito in all corners of the continent;

Many more believed that the treasure had not been lost at all, and that they were still buried in the ground under the protection of the army.

In fact, even the soldiers in that army did not know much about this secret, it was only a secret in the heads of several officers.

Years ago, Andrei, the captain of the Tribute Guard, was the one who ordered the execution of the Vecchian soldiers.

Youthful spirit, when the young man of Zenda forced the bound Wikibians into the water, Andrei felt that he could overcome everything.

Leading his own soldiers, Andrei returned to Zenda. To this day, Andrei still remembers the desperation in the eyes of one of the young soldiers when he told them about his decision.

Andre felt that he was not wrong, he was an orphan of the Chan people, and through generations of martial arts, Andrei's family was poor but had a very high status. The children of such a military family will not tolerate the country being arbitrarily bullied.

To enter the Parliamentary Guard, one must have a good and honest ancestor, preferably those who died fighting for their country, of course.

Andrei met this condition.

Forty years ago, Andrei's grandfather was beaten to death by barbarians with wooden sticks, and Andrei's father hid in the grass on the side, shivering, and waited for the barbarians to cut off Andrei's grandfather's head before he came out and cried and buried him.

Twenty years ago, Andrei's father had become a well-known barbarian slaughterer, some say he ordered a hundred barbarians, others say five. This Andrei did not know, he did not have a chance to ask his father. When Andrei was very young, he was brought a suit of armor and told that his father had been shot through the head with an arrow by an enemy while patrolling an island, and that this armor had been left by his father.

From that day on, Andrei inherited his father's position as a non-commissioned officer, and finally his request to be transferred to the parliamentary guard as a non-commissioned officer was also granted.

Such was the fate of Andrei in his early years.

The Wikibians came, with endless grievances.

Standing on the city tower, Andrei felt for the first time what the battle formation of thousands of people that stretched for more than ten miles was like. In the midst of this storm, Chanda was only a small dead leaf, and Andre's last chance to leave the dead leaf on the branch was ruined.

At that time, a section of the wall to Andrei's right was defended by a group of Nord volunteers, who did an impeccable job, and finally on the way to the council hall where Andrei was forced by the Wikibians, Andrei saw that all the Nords were dead.

The councillors in the council hall waited for the verdict of fate, and those present were grim-looking and bidding each other their final farewells in Karad.

When Andrei and more than 300 remnants of the soldiers entered the place, they saw the old general again.

The old general recognized Andrei as the young officer who had killed the envoy of Vekia before, and he walked over, his face no longer showing despair, and some were just indifferent, "Child, many things are different from what you think." ”

Andrei, who was tired from the battle, lowered his eyes, and there were blood clots condensed into purple-black at the end of the short sword in his hand.

"Get out of here," said the old general to Andrei, "Chanda will not perish, and there are many martyrs who are ready to die with her, not one or two." ”

Speaking of this, the old general indifferently looked at a laughing and deranged judge behind the seat, and then said to Andrei,

"What Chanda needs is a restorer"

From that day on, Andrei took on the reputation of a deserter for the second time.

For the first time, Andrei used his actions to erase the stain on himself, but in exchange for the accelerated demise of Zenda.

The second time, Andrei knew that what he had to do was much more difficult and complicated.

Andrei always remembered the fire in Chanda City, and countless precious historical books in the library were wiped out in an instant;

The women of Chanda were raped, and for a long time after that, the women of Chanda gave birth to children and gave them to aliens or even drowned;

And the soldiers were driven into the burning warehouse, and their cries of pain lingered in Andrei's ears all these years;

The parliamentarians were smashed to death with hammers, and their white robes were stained red with blood, and the last movement of the republican era on the mainland came to an end.

But there may still be hope, but the pioneers who adhered to the concept of the Chanda people seem to have made progress, and at the time of the fall of Chanda, many of the pioneers' ships participated in the responsibility of rescuing the remnants of Chanda.

Andrei could have gone overseas, but he chose to stay. Andrei always remembered the words that the old general repeatedly emphasized when he plunged a dagger into his heart.

"Chanda needs a reincarnate"

Andrei was active in the territory of Chanda for a while, gathering the old ministry and winning over the homeless.

When Andre felt that there was no potential to be tapped, he left the place with the people.

The exiled army and civilians were constantly harassed by the Wikibians on their way to escape, but before the regular troops of the Wikibians arrived, Andre led the soldiers and civilians to flee into Daze. Over the next few months, Andrei quickly destroyed the forces entrenched in the area, driving them out of the swamp.

At that time, there were less than 1,000 Chan masters in exile.

During these years, the Zen masters hibernate silently in the swamp, and the only outsiders they believe in are the pioneers. Occasionally, pioneers would come here to take scholars and young men with them, and bring in weapons and supplies.

The pioneers repeatedly persuaded André to leave the area and then go overseas to establish a new Zenda.

"There, flowers and fruits are everywhere, the land is vast, and the people are tame. Wherever the horse gallops, there is no terra nullius, and by laying the foundation, you can build a country. It's a paradise compared to the Old World."

But Andrei was unmoved, he must let the light of Chanda shine again on the Beihai continent.

Although the armed forces of the Chanda people are constantly weakening, in the swamp, the Chanda people are the undoubted masters.

Only the indigenous tribes that had surrendered to the Chanda and sent them hostage were allowed to stay, and as allies, the Chanda taught the swamp people advanced fishing and farming techniques. Many of the descendants of the swamp people who grew up around the Zen masters have become fully Zen and see themselves as Zen masters.

These tribes are obligated to patrol the edge of the swamp from time to time to pass on first-hand information about their defenses to the Chan Masters in case they suffer heavy losses in a sneak attack.

More than ten years later, Andrei has entered middle age.

There was a young man in his guard who fell ill and died a few days ago, and the guy's only regret was that he didn't see his son for the last time.

But before he died, the young man muttered in a high fever: "My child is here, and he flies with a petrel in his hand."

But instead of flying, the petrel grabbed a group of people of unknown origin, and it is said that a man named Jill wanted to talk to him. Now they have been taken out of the village.

"Let them in," André commanded, "remember to blindfold them." ”