Dust of History Chapter 32: The spring of Diya Valley

The general went out to relax.

On the second day after being rejected by Asa, he temporarily entrusted the affairs of the army to Asa, saying that he would go out to relax. Originally, Asa was worried that he would lose control and do something messy, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he seemed to feel something was wrong.

Because after that night, the expression on the general's face was very calm, without any trace of yesterday's passionate emotions, even the usual majesty and evil spirit were gone, instead revealing the plainness that an old man should have steady.

Such a strong emotional contrast appeared in such an old man. Asa was not afraid when facing the general's furious and murderous aura, but looking at that peaceful face now, he always felt a little creepy.

It's not a big deal when a person loses control when he is furious. Losing control of his emotions will only overwhelm his reason, so it is not difficult to deal with. Only when all the emotional power is converged into the heart, when all the impulses are returned to calm, and when they are integrated into reason and personality, is the scariest.

But logically speaking, the situation is indeed stable. Asa has already told every general in the army about the content of the imperial decree, and it is impossible for the general to mobilize the troops even if they force him. Maybe that kind of calm is the indifference after finally accepting the reality.

I hope so. Asa waited anxiously in Bracada.

Three days later, the general finally came back, and he brought more than twenty people. These people seem to be ordinary villagers, including old men who are nearly seventy years old and young and strong. After the general placed them in the city hall, he called all the junior and senior generals in the army over and quietly told them something. Many generals are decades-old subordinates of the general, and these small things can still mobilize them.

Then the general held a large and sumptuous banquet to comfort all the priests in the army, of course the priest was also included. This banquet fully complied with the church's strict dietary requirements for the priests, but at the same time it was rich. The general said that he wanted to thank the priests for their long-term spiritual guidance to the soldiers, and please enjoy it to your heart's content.

According to etiquette, it is very troublesome for priests to eat. They must pray first, then eat slowly, and pray again before leaving the table after eating. Although this set of cumbersome rules may not be followed by everyone honestly, but there are priests next to these hundreds of peers, it is natural that one cannot be sloppy, so hundreds of priests prayed together, as if It's a great big sacrifice before starting to eat.

"What the **** are you doing?" The priest, the leader of these hundreds of priests, did not pray. He sat on the top seat and asked the general sitting next to him impatiently.

The general was very calm, and smiled like a self-cultivated host: "I just want to invite you to have a good meal. Don't worry, I don't dare to tamper with the priests' food."

Asa sighed, and said helplessly, "I'm going to ask your old man for a favor, don't do anything else, just stay here quietly and wait for Duke Mrak to come, okay?"

The general didn't say anything, just smiled quietly. Asa looked at his back and felt chills. This face is usually full of many kinds of strong expressions, but now the sudden gentleness seems very strange.

"Why don't you eat it, my lord priest?" The general smiled lightly and pointed to the delicious food on the table.

Asa shook his head, sighed, dragged a plate of food back and forth, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Of course I want to eat, why not eat if others please? I never have any hatred for what I eat."

The food was delicious, and the priests ate it slowly and gracefully below. Occasionally, some people looked up to see their chiefs eating Hesse like a bandit, but they absolutely dare not imitate it.

After a while, the plate in front of Asa was empty. He seemed to burp in satisfaction, stood up with his hands together and walked outside.

The general asked: "Where is the priest?"

"The food is too high, go shit." The noble priest walked out without looking back.

The streets of Bracada were very deserted. It was still noon, but there were no soldiers walking around on the streets, which seemed strangely deserted. Asa walked around, he wanted to see what the general was up to.

When passing outside a hotel, Asa heard voices coming from inside. He walked to the door and looked inside quietly.

Only the unique hall of the Bracada Hotel can accommodate such two or three hundred soldiers sitting together. These are very young soldiers in their teens and twenties, and there are no older veterans in them, probably specially drawn from the army. They were surrounding an old man, listening attentively to what the old man said.

This old man is one of those people brought back by the general, with ditches criss-crossing his plain face, half-loaded on his back, his hands hanging down almost to his knees, a typical old farmer who spent his whole life facing the loess and back to the sky . Now he was speaking to the soldiers: "...I saw a human skin hanging from a tree, without a face, but I knew whose it was, and I recognized the scar on the leg, I I applied medicine to this scar with my own hands. At this time, those ogres had already pressed my sister on the stone platform, and an ogre dressed as a priest danced, and then cut open my sister's scar with a knife made of stone. Stomach. My sister kept screaming and wanted to move, but several ogres held her down. I watched my sister’s blood flow all over the stone platform, and she kept screaming and struggling... the priest He dug out her heart alive, held it in his hand, danced their dance, and put it on their altar. That is my sister..." The old man's tears flowed When I came out, my body was trembling, and the long years had not diminished the power of this memory.

The young soldiers began to commotion, the blood in their bodies was already boiling, the grief and indignation of the same enemy rubbed sparks in their hearts, and the youthful passion made it burn more and more vigorously. If an orc appeared in their field of vision now, it would definitely be torn to pieces by this group of angry people.

"Fortunately, the people in the village invited a group of mercenaries at this time, and I ran out during this chaotic time. But I will never forget the scene I saw with my own eyes... In our village Every year, people are caught and eaten by those beasts. It was not until the general led the troops here and killed all the damned beasts that we were able to survive. We are really grateful to the general... Sanders The general is the great benefactor of our people and the greatest general in the empire." The old man continued trembling.

The spirits of the two or three hundred young listeners have completely resonated with this old man. Young hearts are always particularly easy to be moved, not to mention these things are originally impossible for a slightly **** person not to be moved by them.

"But now I heard that the general has been dismissed. Although I am an old man who doesn't understand any major national affairs, I only know that the general is the benefactor of our people. Just like you soldiers, you are fighting for our people. They are all good people. But those officials and those nobles just use our hard-earned money to eat, drink and have fun. Why can they dismiss a good man like General Sanders." The old farmer expressed his simplicity with simple logic Feelings. "I also heard that those remnant orcs have established a city in the wasteland, and they have colluded with those nobles to ask the empire to sign a peace treaty and recognize their independence. Is there any reason for this? Could it be that our dead Is that enough for my loved ones? After I heard the news, I didn’t sleep well one night. I only hate myself for being too old to wield a sword. Otherwise, even if I am alone, I will kill that orc Go to the city, even if you die and be eaten by those wild beasts, I will slash them with a knife and poison them with my flesh..." The voice and body of the old man were trembling with excitement more intense. This is not a prepared speech. No practice can make such a simple person say such powerful words. It is an outpouring of true emotion that shakes the hearts of every listener. The soldiers were young and simple enough to feel the force of these emotions, and the expressions on their faces were masked by fanatical rage and passion.

Asa was at the door, but he could hear goosebumps. He probably guessed what the general was going to do.

"Okay, it's time, everyone, let's go. The general has something to say to us." A man who looked like a captain among the soldiers led the soldiers to stand up and walk outside, and Asa quickly stepped aside.

Groups of soldiers began to come out of various hotels one after another. They were all young soldiers. No other generals or officers came out to interfere with them, and the general's prestige among his subordinates could not be removed with just a piece of paper.

The soldiers didn't pay attention to Asa, they walked out of the city under the leadership of some soldiers who probably accepted the general's prior instructions.

Asa followed them all the way to a small hill outside the city, and the general had already stood on it at some point. The priests must still be eating there slowly. The food is delicious, and the general naturally has a way to let them continue eating there with peace of mind.

After all the soldiers had gathered, the general began to shout to these righteous and angry young men with a majestic voice: "The men of Ainfast, the great warriors of the empire. Everyone already knows, I am no longer the commander of the troops. Because of the plots of the nobles, the dirty business of political interests, this great war that was supposed to avenge our people is about to die. I tell you, I can just like this Go back, go back and spend my old age with the salary given to me by the imperial court, because I am no longer a general. But I will not do this. Absolutely not." The general roared. "Because I'm still a fighter," he roared, as if taking his life. "I am a fighter."

The soldiers subconsciously shouted at this majestic roar.

Every call from the heart will arouse the shock of the hearts of others. What's more, this shock is like the climax of a drama, there are already sufficient stories and performances that have paved the way before.

Standing by the edge of the soldiers array, Asa felt chills when he heard the furious roar.

"I will not go back to enjoy my old age. I would rather use all the time spent on the sick bed in exchange for this opportunity now, let me use my sword as a warrior to tell those beasts about our human dignity and Angry." The general's deep voice clearly reached every soldier's ears. "I can no longer order you, and I can no longer command you. I am only speaking as a soldier to you soldiers like me." The general slowed down his voice and emphasized his tone, ensuring that the rolling The swaying voice can completely ignite the fire in the heart of every young soldier. "I, a soldier, am here to ask you. Warriors like me, are you willing to follow me? Are you willing to slaughter those beasts with me?"

"Yes." A deafening voice erupted from the soldiers' mouths, five or six thousand roars from the bottom of their hearts.

"Okay, everyone, go back and pack your bags as I said." The successful speaker ordered the excited audience below. "We'll be leaving right away."

The soldiers quickly dispersed in an organized manner. Soon there were only Asa and the general left.

The general didn't move on the hill, and the passionate performance just now left no trace. He regained his terrifyingly calm expression, looking down at Asa under the hill like a statue.

"What do you mean by doing this?" Asa asked coldly.

The general's tone was as calm as his expression, and he said: "Just let them know the details of some things, and then let them make their own choices. Everyone has the right to know the truth, right? And telling others the truth is never a bad thing.”

Asa snorted coldly and said, "So you gathered all the priests to convey this truth?" The role of priests in the team is not only healing and auxiliary magic, but also the most important thing is to grasp the soldiers. mood. Soldiers who are on the line of life and death are generally very pious, and the teachings of the priests and some spiritual auxiliary magic are usually very helpful to the restlessness of the soldiers.

"Faith is originally used to cover up the truth. It is a prop for the weak to deceive themselves and others. Warriors will never need this kind of thing. It only takes a short time, as long as they can completely ignite their fighting spirit, no reason or **** will be able to Put it out." The general looked at Asa and finally showed a curious expression. "Since you already understand what I'm doing, why are you still standing here? I thought you must have hurried back to arrange to stop me."

"Since you have already done this, you must have other arrangements." Asa did not run back, but walked up the small hill. "But I still want to ask, if I go back immediately and ask the priests to calm down the soldiers, what will you do."

"As soon as you have this intention, I will kill you immediately." The general was still so calm. There was no anger, no murderous intent, and even a little smile on his lips. But Asa knew that since he could say it, he would definitely do it.

"You think you must be sure?" Asa stood in front of the general and looked at him coldly.

"I'm really not sure by myself." The general admitted honestly that he has the vision of a warrior. "But there must be 5,000 people. To the 5,000 young soldiers who listened to me just now, I just need to say that you are actually a spy of the nobles in the court and the orcs. If you incite them again, they will kill you."

Asa looked at the calm old man in front of him, his eyes that were once full of bravery, resoluteness, evil spirit and fire were now dead silent. Asa finally understood why he could become like this and do these things.

It was a dead look.

All his feelings and all his values ​​have died on one goal, and even his own life is just a prop to achieve that goal. He can do anything, use all his wisdom, energy, and means to achieve that goal, even if he loses the whole world.

"Five thousand. All young soldiers." Asa shook his head slowly. "Did you pick it out from the army?"

"Of course you have to be young. Young people have passion, passion, and impulsiveness. Once a person has lived for a long time, he likes to think about other things, and he is not so willing to die and kill people." The dead eyes looked at Asa carefully. "So I advise you not to do unnecessary things. I don't want to make any troubles, and you don't want to die either." He turned and walked towards the city. "Besides, priests are useless in this situation."

Not long after, the general set off with all five thousand soldiers.

There are no other generals to stop them, and the general's remaining prestige makes it difficult for these former subordinates to come forward. The general's persuasion also made them understand that this was just the general's willful action, and they would never be affected even if something happened. Without being implicated and difficult to show up, they really didn't stand up to stop the soldiers who were originally their subordinates.

Asa didn't stop it either, he didn't ask the priest to persuade the soldiers who were overwhelmed by anger and fighting spirit, he didn't want to see these priests under Bishop Ronis being chopped in half by the general. A man like a general can already do anything.

He can only sit in the city hall and wait for the arrival of Duke Mrak. Fortunately, the general has already left, and there will be no more changes in the rest. Although the mission entrusted to him by Bishop Ronnies was not completely successful, it was finally completed. The general only took away five thousand people.

Five thousand people. But one-eighth of this army is nothing. Things were going beyond his control, and he did his best.

Five thousand people. Asa suddenly remembered the three horrible corpses he saw when he just came here. Five thousand, two thousand times, probably can accumulate as much as a mountain. The screams and wailing of these five thousand people at the same time... the sky will be filled with flying flesh, internal organs, bones... His ears rang again for more than half a year. The unforgettable sound, the sea of ​​wails spreading, the strange sound of bone shattering and body deformation, the concerto of weapons tearing air and flesh tones, and now it has to be strengthened dozens of times. He felt his skin tighten and his stomach contract.

Asa stood up suddenly, kicked the table away, and smashed the chair with one foot. He scolded the general with the swear words and curses that he learned in the tavern when he was a child, which is no less inferior to the general's previous scolding of Priest Nags. Then he went to an experienced and qualified priest to explain it, and rode a horse Chase the general's troops.

"What are you doing here?" The general asked when he saw Asa chasing after him.

Asa glared at this reckless soldier angrily and said, "Come and wait to die, wait to see you die."

"Then you will not be disappointed." The general said lightly.

"I want you to die as soon as possible. It is best to die first at the beginning of the battle. Then I have a chance to bring the remaining soldiers back."

"Then you may be disappointed again. I won't die so easily before killing those wild beasts." The general replied lightly. Ever since he made up his mind, all his emotions have converged into his body and turned into motivation, and he is reluctant to show it.

Asa looked at the burly old man who was a head taller than himself and the two axes on his waist, spat hard and said: "If possible, I really hope to finish this matter by myself, Then you won't have to wait long."

"If it was in the past, I would have considered your suggestion." The general looked him up and down, then turned his head back to stare at the direction ahead. "It's impossible now. It's a pity."

"It's really a pity..." The necromancer sat down on the comfortable velvet cushion in a dispirited manner. "I failed." He just teleported back from the magic circle.

"That's good, that's good, I didn't expect you to direct such a touching play, even more exciting and touching than what I saw in the Royal Theater." Another necromancer smiled and applauded.

"Don't you know that someone once praised me for writing a script that tastes like Dario Foo?" The necromancer smiled triumphantly and sighed again. "It's a pity that I didn't have time, or I should kill the envoy who delivered the imperial edict first. Now our brave general has to spend all his time to gather 5,000 soldiers. Thanks to me helping him in the dark. Don’t want to stop his generals. If the 40,000 army is overwhelmed, you can fight the old man Sedros, and maybe you can really kill him and the city. Unfortunately, there are only 5,000 now, and I don’t know if it’s enough. sewing."

"It doesn't matter. It's just a game anyway. Let's all watch and play. Let's see how these five thousand lively young people can stuff their teeth. It hurts to lose a few teeth and bleed a little bit," said another necromancer playing with a crystal skull. "I bet he'll kill fifty orcs."

"Seventy. Bet on a piece of magic jade."

"It's still a piece of magic jade. I bet only 20 people will die. I heard that the old man has a half-elf friend who is very powerful, and if the orcs are well equipped, their combat effectiveness will be very good."

"That's an army of 5,000. Could it be that they can't even kill a hundred of them? I bet ten feathers from Phoenix and Thunderbird."

The hoarseest voice said, "I bet none of them will die~IndoMTL.com~ Vidnina shows her half-face smile."But my bet is that you will agree to recruit one new members. "

"Why is this beautiful lady so confident? But first let me tell you that you can't intervene. If you personally go to the barracks to throw a dragon of darkness, wouldn't that be helping old Sedros?"

A beautiful lich's smile can definitely become a nightmare for ordinary people in the mouth of her companions. Her withered lower half of her face didn't move, but she said in a confident voice: "Of course, I can. Not so wicked."

"Hehe, I knew this lady was smart and beautiful," said the necromancer who just went to direct the operation with a charming smile. "He is very conscientious and moral." He looked at Vidnina, his eyes flickered a few times, and said, "Well. Out of admiration for her, I also bet that none of the orcs will die, or that I will accept one." new members."

Videnina glanced at this companion who trusted his judgment, but there was no sign of gratitude or approval in her eyes.

"Can you really find people with enough morality and quality to join our noble group?" A necromancer made a very energetic expression. "I feel that the spring of Diyagu is coming soon."