Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 69: This time, we will not lose! (6600, first update)

She is an ordinary mountain girl, born in a small tribe, with parents who occasionally quarrel but are generally harmonious, and a woman who always argues with her, but will be obedient even after she speaks up. younger brother.

She grew up in an environment that was neither strict nor relaxed. She learned handicrafts handed down from her family, weaving rope with reeds and raising fish and shrimps in reed ponds. People play together, work together, and gradually grow up like this.

She met her husband on a sunny afternoon. It was a sunny autumn day. The forest by the lake was dyed a layer of yellow, reflecting the sun as bright as gold. Those blue eyes seemed to be able to speak. His eyes instantly made her stop the scythe in her hand, and he also stood there in a daze, looking at the hostess with those light silver eyes, and then smiled shyly.

They became familiar. He is the son of a herb picker, and he invited her to dance at the winter mountain festival, she agreed without hesitation, and in the spring of the following year, they became a family, and soon they had a child who inherited his father's blue blood. Green eyes, bright and moist, often giggling, very cute.

This is her happiest day. Her son is growing up, and she has another child in her belly. Although her husband works hard, every time he comes back from collecting herbs, he will bring her a pot of flowers. The stone hut is certainly simple. , but it is very warm, the backyard behind the house is full of colorful colors, when she stood in the backyard surrounded by many flowers, he praised it as the most beautiful scenery in the mountains.

On the day of their second pregnancy, they planted a Fifty Years Orchid in the middle of the backyard. Germination takes ten months, which is exactly when the child is born.

He told her that if it was a boy, there would be no shortage of flowers for children to chase after girls in the future. And if it is a girl, when she gets married, she will have the best and most beautiful corolla to wear, which will definitely not be inferior to any chief's daughter.

She didn't speak, just leaned on his shoulder, staring happily at the fifty-year orchid that had just been planted, as if staring at the happiness after a long future, full of hope.

But there was a food disaster. What followed was war.

——A group of mountain people launched a rebellion under the instigation of Flameland. We must stop these lunatics from destroying our homes and traditions, and desecrating our faith and glory!

——We have to raise our swords and guns, we have to pull up our bows and arrows to defend our homeland and our loved ones!

This is what the chief said. The calm and even honest chief roared loudly, and his voice echoed in the mountains. No one could refute or refuse, because they did not initiate the war, they just fought it passively.

The chief took many people, including him.

In the backyard of the stone house, the Fifty Years Orchid is slowly growing. It is expanding its root system, absorbing nutrients from the earth and rainwater, and the flowers are blooming as time goes by.

But she seemed to be drawn out of her vitality, her heart was uneasy, full of surprise and fear, she was gradually haggard, but she forced herself to eat a lot, it was for the sake of the child in her stomach, she felt like chewing wax, But still forced the entrance, swallowed, like a machine.

Bad news came one after another. The side they were in was retreating steadily. Many people died. Most of the tribes were recruited or conquered by the independent mountain people. In human terms, that is, the mountain people of Frodo Autonomous Region are still resisting.

Why resist? Why do I think it's best not to resist? Sometimes she would think about this question, and then the extreme panic made her stop thinking for a short time, unable to continue this thought.

But reality is cold and indifferent, but reality is cruel and ruthless. One cloudy afternoon, she waited for the day, the day when her worst premonition came true, and a wooden coffin was brought back.

What luck. There are too many people with no bones left. The bombardment of the alchemy artillery can smash not only the city walls and fortresses, but also human bones and corpses. The power of firearms is also enough to tear flesh and bones, and deform the corpses to the people closest to him. Also unrecognizable.

It's lucky. She walked out of the stone hut tremblingly. She saw her husband's parents crying and throwing themselves on the wooden coffin. His eyes had begun to rot, and the gray crystal mist filled the eye sockets.

She knelt on the ground and crawled towards the coffin. She didn't remember whether she cried or how she got back to bed. She only knew that the coffin would be buried the next day, and he would never came back.

Half a month later, the chief came back with the news of victory.

But in addition, he brought back many people who lost limbs and body parts.

The news of victory can't wash away this bleakness at all. Some disabled soldiers often appear on the streets of the tribe. Shut themselves in the house, they will not stop crying, they will tremble in the face of the sun.

Where did they end up like this? What kind of blow did they encounter to be destroyed so far?

If this is victory, what exactly is victory?

In the tribe, there are only relatives and friends of the victims crying, while others live as usual, even a little bit of joy.

Victory. Victory...

She chewed on this vocabulary, she couldn't understand this vocabulary, where did she win? Those mountain people who want to be independent win, will all of them die? yes. Maybe, maybe it could be crueler than death, but how can such a victory be celebrated now?

She hates it. She hated those who came back alive, disabled or not, they waited until the day of victory and returned to their hometown alive.

She hates it. She hated the envoy of the dragon **** that the chief said, why didn't the legendary successor of the hero take action earlier, bring victory earlier and save him?

She hates it. She hated the Independent Mountain People, the Flaming Land, the Empire and all the big figures whose names she didn't know, who were hiding behind the war. What exactly did these people destroy, do they really understand?

But they probably don't care at all, don't care what the consequences of their actions will be, don't care that there will be a widow, a mother, and more people who hate them.

Yes. That's it. Hate that nothing can be done. Both her younger brother and her husband's brother came to her to comfort her, they fought together but survived, they knelt before her, and the two men wept bitterly and told her that her husband was so brave that he was protecting a family. Killed by a flanking force, he was a warrior of the Horde.

They swore to the Dragon God, the ancestors, and the spirits of heaven and earth that they would protect her, her children, and the blood of their own brothers, the chief testified.

This has been very lucky. Occasionally, such thoughts would appear in her heart, she still has relatives and children, she still has family members and friends, he died like a hero, after crying, she should praise his bravery, this is exactly what the mountain people do Tradition.

Not to mention, I'm not the worst one...There are more tragic things than a widow like her-the mother lost her only son, the father lost the son he had brought up so hard, those young soldiers There were not even heirs at the time of the sacrifice, and their parents were in tears, without even a little comfort.

She took the hand of her four-year-old eldest son, stroked her swollen abdomen, looked at the innocent blue eyes of the other, felt the slightly pulsating heartbeat in her abdomen, and the pain in her heart subsided slightly.

But this kind of comfort is like a gust of wind blowing in my heart, blowing the broken heart pierced by thorns from the devastated earth, floating lightly in the air, temporarily leaving the source of pain.

But soon, this fluttering heart will fall back to the earth again, and will be pierced by pain again.

Those pains are not direct death, but a silence in the kitchen, a gentle breeze as if caressing, a meeting with a pair of similar eyes, and memories that suddenly rise up in the middle of the night—like It was a volcanic eruption, and the irrepressible good memories mixed with the pain of bursting burst into my heart, and then there was a daze that was almost desperate.

She will understand, she has already understood, what does other people's pain have to do with her? No one can understand other people, and no one can really use other people's pain to cover their own grief.

She often dreamed that her husband came back with scars. They still made pies as before. Serve steaming shrimp patties.

But now, when she wakes up every day and sees the morning sun, it seems as if the sun is about to go out.

What the chief is talking about, what the chief is agitating, the chief convinced many people, including her parents, so she left her hometown with the chief, and went to the remote holy land, the surrounding area of ​​the Sacred Steel Mountain. canyon.

It's not long, but many mountain people will never leave their tribe's sphere of influence or the mountains where they live. On this day, mountain people from all over the world gathered. Bustling with people, they raised their heads reverently and in awe, and looked at the top of the holy mountain. Under the cloudy clouds, there was the Dragon God Sacrificial Fire, which was brighter than the sun, but did not hurt people's eyes. The wreckage of the tower, and the white-haired messenger standing on top of the wreckage.

That is the envoy of the Dragon God. In the legends of the past, there are stories of his predecessors, and in today's wars, he has his current reputation.

He was the one who brought the victory, just because of his existence, all the mountain people held their breath, making the valley silent.

She gently held her child's hand, led her child, raised her head quietly, and looked at the invisible figure that gave everyone a distinct sense of presence. Rows of majestic steel knights stand on both sides of the road leading to the top of the mountain. The brilliance of lightning flows in the magnetic storm generator, which complements the thunder flowing in the cloudy sky.

[I am not here to tell you that a victory worth celebrating is coming, but to tell you that suffering and winter are coming]

And a voice, a calm, clear, youthful but giving people a sense of majesty, he spoke straight to the topic, without any nonsense, and his tone was as flat as a narrative: [The civil war among the mountain people did not originate among ourselves However, it stems from the war between the Empire and Flame Land. As long as the war between the two countries continues, we will not be able to achieve peace. Flame Land will use us as a weapon to influence Nanling and continue to attack us]

[The question is, why did Flameland choose us? 】

He paused for a while, and then told the truth: [Because we mountain people do have enough capital for Fei Yan to spend their minds and calculations]

[Because of our large population - so as long as we don't have enough food, we will fall into chaos]

[Flying Flame Land doesn't need to bother to let those traitors win, they just need to let these traitors delay our pace of asking for help from the outside world. In this winter of lack of food, many people will starve to death, and the rest They will also become refugees, howling and leaving the mountains, hitting the agate plain, and completely disrupting the Nanling]

[Because we do have power—right behind me, the burning dragon **** sacrificial fire, with the power of this magnificent holy land, I called out the thunder and defeated the three constructed knights]

[But what if there is no me? What if I fail? Then the power of the Holy Land, the power of our mountain people, will be stolen by the lunatics of Flameland, and what kind of blasphemous methods will they use to use the inheritance left by our ancestors? We can't imagine it, but it's definitely the worst nightmare】

The mountain people listened to this voice, they held their breath, and quietly listened to the words of the messenger who brought victory in this solemn atmosphere.

And he continued: [Because if we are united as one, then no one will be able to ignore it——Is it really for the good of us mountain people and to make us 'independent'? ? Big mistake! 】

【They knew from the very beginning that this conspiracy would not succeed and that the traitors would inevitably fail, but with this civil war, Feiyan tore apart the tenacious and fragile relationship between the ministries! 】

【Some of us kill the friends of others, the husbands and wives of others, the sons or daughters of others—the grief and death called death The anger called Farewell filled our hearts. After this civil war, we mountain people can no longer be united as in the past.]

【After this civil war, we mountain people can no longer return to the glory of the past, restore the glory of the Dragon Kingdom, and revitalize ourselves! 】

【Because our hands are stained with the blood of our own compatriots, the gap between us is already full of hatred and despair! 】

【We mountain people, from now on, will become an independent tribe split among the mountains and never communicate with each other! 】

The voice of the envoy became louder and louder, and the loud and clear response vibrated among the mountains, and even turned into layers of roars and questions: [Do you want such an ending? 】

【My answer is, never! 】

—Never…

—never.

—never!

!

Among the crowd, many people seemed to wake up from a dream. They raised their hands and shouted, repeating the cry of "never" - and a moment later, a roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami resounded through the mountains , The boiling anger, the awakening after being reminded to understand the truth, and the unwillingness and hatred that originated from the heart, and the unwillingness to let the enemy's goal be achieved, supported the crowd to roar hoarsely.

The envoy of the dragon **** raised his hand and pointed to the sky - where the clouds in the sky were pushed away layer by layer, and the scorching sun like fire hung down a beam of light visible to the naked eye from the big hole between the clouds, covering it On the top of the holy mountain, shining on the wreckage of the Thunder Falling Tower.

Shining on the white-haired messenger.

[Compatriots, listen to me! 】

His voice was like thunder, dispelling the clouds: [The reason why we are in the flames of war is not because we are weak, but because we are strong! 】

[It's just because of the sinking of the past two hundred years that we have forgotten our own strength, so we were used by others and hurt ourselves! 】

【Yeah - our civilization has fallen, we lost to the Empire, became one of them, this is war, we have already lost once, it's nothing to be ashamed of - but more importantly , we can’t keep losing until we cease to exist]

【We still have the capital to revive, look, our holy mountain of steel! It is majestic and solid, standing between the mountains, sacred and solemn, its power can still protect us mountain people, and it can also lead us to glory again]

【Compatriots, please listen to me—the current situation of our mountain people is like the collapsed tower on the top of the mountain. The big gesture defeated the almost invincible enemy... Then it overturned and became the ruins in front of you and me]

【However, the tower collapsed, we can rebuild it! It is full of scars, and it can also slowly repair it, make up and heal! 】

【I will lead you to do all of this, I will rebuild the tower, and I will lead the mountain people to glory again! 】

【Yes, we will face more ferocious and terrifying enemies in the future, we will face more cunning and despicable villains, they will fear our strength, our numbers and our unity, and they will prevent our revival The pace of the impediment of our action to rebuild the tower]

【But this time, we will fight against their schemes together! 】

[This time - fellow citizens! 】

【We will not lose! 】

"We will not lose!""We will not lose!""We will not lose!"

Because of the sun, because of the warm atmosphere, and because of the aroused anger of thousands of people, the air became scorching hot, even the cold air of the winter at the beginning of the year was heated by the white air rising from the crowd .

A widow and a mother felt that her brain was a little lack of oxygen. She raised her head blankly and looked at the young man on the top of the mountain.

The young man who is announcing the future, announcing the opening of another war...

Unlike those who fell into a frenzy, she felt a icy cold sweeping over her.

——Under the lofty goal, there must be bones buried; beside the passionate declaration, there must be sacrifices.

Glory and death, merit and war... It may only take a few battles to revive a tribe, but it takes several wars to revive the civilization of the mountain people.

Because of dizziness and fear of such a future, she staggered back and nearly fell down. If the child hadn't held her hand tightly, she might have fallen down...and the surrounding mountain people were Caught in excitement so didn't notice this.

She will not believe appearances. She has lost a lot. Her heart has long been torn apart by pain, so she can more clearly understand the cruelty of the future, not the sublime superficiality of the grand narrative.

But.

She also understood very clearly... If there is no messenger of the Dragon God in front of her, what awaits the mountain people is definitely a "despair" that is tens to hundreds of times crueler than that cruel future.

If you only care about the happiness of your own family, you are destined to not be able to change such a desperate ending. If you only fantasize about being alone, you are destined to be swallowed by the tide of the times.

——What should we do?

How many times do ordinary people like me have to go through life and death before we can see the so-called 'brilliance'?

"Mom, don't cry..."

The immature voice of the child brought her back to her thoughts. She wiped the corner of her eyes and found that she had already burst into tears, while other mountain people around her roared wildly, 'We will not lose! ’ The voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

It's a good day. The messenger of the Dragon God is indeed genuine, and he has the power and courage to lead the mountain people to the future in his heart.

But that's not true for everyone.

She wanted to cry bitterly, but she was too out of place, and amid the cheers of the people, she lost the strength to cry bitterly.

She wanted to swear, but she didn't know what to say. She knew very well that the war was not the messenger's fault, so she lost the courage to swear.

If she is really lonely, then she can seek death.

But the child, her child was beside her, holding her hand, eating the biscuits handed out by the tribe bit by bit, and staring worriedly at herself who was crying just now with her father's blue eyes.

The child didn't understand anything. He was dressed in shabby clothes and looked sideways at the holy mountain from time to time.

He will be surrounded by fanatical crowds, he will be taught by the tribe, and he will eventually become just like his father.

Brave, fearless, full of glory, who charged for the Horde and died somewhere.

—Dragon God. Messenger.

—Whoever it is, please tell me.

——How can we stay away from these pains, and how can we leave a little happiness beside us?

She closed her eyes, knelt on the ground, folded her hands, and prayed in the direction of the holy mountain.

Among the cheers of the mountain people, there are roars, filial piety, joyful smiles, and blank prayers.

Yin En overlooked all this calmly, taking a panoramic view of everything.

——The strong one is the evil one.

Because in the face of the will of the strong, the weak can only be swept away to the future that the strong hope for.

He knows. I am not the chosen one who can bring about a perfect ending.

He knows. I will protect some mountain people to reach the future, and I will also let some mountain people die on the road to the future.

He knows. He has seen many things, from Li'an to the imperial capital, from Avak to the Baisen Mountains, the young man has seen too much suffering, setbacks and tragedies.

He still remembers those phantoms in Azure City, those crying souls and bloodstains, those decaying corpses and people who once had dreams.

Yin En has always known that in the general trend of the cycle of social civilization, human individuals will always be wandering and helpless and at a loss as they are now, just like those parents who lost their children and children who lost their parents, just like those The wives who lost their husbands and the husbands who lost their wives will sink into irreparable despair and grief all their lives, and they will never recover.

War. War never changes.

The all-out war between Flameland and the Empire is imminent, and has even begun, and no one can escape.

If you want to break this cycle, you have to rebuild a world and a human world.

And such a new world will inevitably only be born in the most extreme pain and destruction.

"I have never experienced pain..."

Yin En looked around at the thousands of figures in front of him: "I can't imagine heaven."

He stared at these mountain people who were particularly cohesive and easily agitated because of a civil war and victory, and whispered to himself: "If you haven't lost anything, you won't want to hold on to anything."

"Because I have witnessed tragedy, I want to create a happy ending."

"Mountain people...fortunately or unfortunately, you meet this condition."

"So it works for me."

Whispering so much, Yin En felt that he might be a devil, and he was using people's pain and urgent desire to accomplish what he wanted to accomplish.

But if it is for your own goals...

Then the devil is the devil.

"I will become the most terrifying devil in this world, using your desires and dreams to shape a new world."