This brave man is a scumbag

Chapter 469 Secret
Azkar's name has been forgotten by the people of Tariq.

She had already understood this when Alyosha came to this land and began to investigate the past of her surname.She didn't know why Tariq sealed the name, and she didn't know why the contribution made by her great-grandfather was buried. In fact, when she first came to Tariq, Alyosha was still a little dissatisfied And anger, of course, but also a little fear.

She was afraid that her great-grandfather parted ways with Tariq because of the unequal distribution of the spoils, and she was also afraid that it was his great-grandfather's bandit nature that made him do wrong things and be punished by Tariq.After all, Alyosha is only a girl in her 20s, and it is reasonable for her to be afraid.

And now, she's relieved.

"Your great-grandfather had two children at the time. The eldest son was cleaning up the remnants of the tsar at the Mosk border, and the second son helped him take care of the west of Tariq. After your great-grandfather committed suicide, the second son Alat sent the fainted Tariq to Back to the border of Tariq. But because of the breath of the pioneers on his body, he couldn't enter the city-state, so he had to choose to go deep into the west."

"Brother Ayas didn't know what happened. He only knew that one day, no one in Moscow remembered himself and his father, as if all the information about the Morgan family had been erased. At that time, he seemed to notice What happened, I chose to leave Tariq and live in Magnum."

It turned out to be the case.

At this time, the secrets about the Morgan family surfaced.

The ancestors of the Morgan family, Azka Morgan and Tarik Vladimir, jointly overthrew the tyrannical rule of the Tsarist Empire and established the Tarek People's Republic.And what they use is the legacy left by the pioneers.The number of these legacies is small, and they are not conspicuous, so Twelve Quarters didn't care.

But when the two established the People's Republic of Tarek, Tarik thought that the country was too weak at that time and was surrounded by foreign enemies, so he wondered if he could find more wonders in that magical land.Therefore, he and Azka came to the valley containing magical power.
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"How far is it?"

In that distant era, because there was no plague, the construction of the west was much better than modern times.At least, under the hooves of Azka's pure-blooded black Noroma, there is a clean and wide road.

"It's almost ten kilometers away."

The man on another white horse took off his top hat, his clean and tidy uniform was incompatible with the scenery of the surrounding barren land.He took out a piece of paper, compared it with the road signs, and said firmly, "Follow this road for another six kilometers, and you should be there."

"You shouldn't."

Azka flicked the rein, took a cigar in his mouth, and said with a sad face: "You said two hours ago that you should be here, so I beg you, please give me an accurate time."

"Don't worry, we will be there in 10 minutes."

Putting away the map, Tariq swung the rein confidently and walked away.Seeing this, Azka sighed helplessly, then smiled and followed.

After a short distance of ten kilometers, the two encountered a small village again.Since the founding of Tariq, the western economy has miraculously started to recover.Of course, this is also related to the wealth hidden in the west by those dignitaries back then.Except for a batch of military expenses for overthrowing the tsar, all the other funds were used for the construction of the west, which also made the development momentum of the west start to make a lot of progress after the war.

Although the villagers in the village did not recognize the identities of the two, they saw the "People's Army Badge" on the chests of Tariq and Azka. The kind and simple villagers immediately warmly invited the two to take a rest, drink some water and eat some food. thing.Although Tariq happily wanted to get along with the villagers, but because he had important business to do, he had no choice but to decline the villagers.

"Tsk tsk, the common people are enthusiastic."

After leaving the village, Tariq smacked his mouth and said with emotion: "There are still many good people."

"Enthusiasm is because they have enough to eat and can wear warm clothes."

Azka on the side dismissed Tariq's words, "If they don't have enough food and clothing, they are the biggest bandits."

"Then haven't you ever had enough food and clothing? Why do you still want to be a bandit?"

Tariq choked with a smile.And Azka was not annoyed. He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I am indeed a bandit. I robbed officials and merchants. After you nagging me for a long time, I still help these people live. Change another country." Look, whose family's bandits are exhausting every day to deal with the family's short sisters, three aunts and two uncles? Don't they all seek a happy enmity."

"Most people seek happiness and enmity because their enmity law cannot give a fair result, so they are not reconciled."

Tariq said with emotion, then he looked at the sunset in the sky, and said with some concern: "The sunset is early today, we have to go quickly. If I come back late today, the ancestor of the family may cause trouble Sample."

"What's so embarrassing about having a daughter?"

Azka muttered something, but he didn't hesitate, clamped the horse's belly, flicked the reins, and the black horse galloped away immediately.Not to be outdone, Tariq also bent down, and the man and horse turned into a shooting star and started chasing the black halo.

After a while, the two arrived in a valley.Accompanied by two horse crows, the two got off their horses and came to this seemingly ordinary valley together.

"That's it?"

Azka looked around carefully, and looked at Tarik disappointedly, "Is this the promised land you mentioned?"

"Ah."

At this time, Tariq's face no longer had the wantonness just now, but was dignified and calm.He bent down and gently covered the yellow sand with his hands, his voice was a little low, "It's here."

"What's this?"

Azka scratched his head and asked puzzledly: "You said you got your knowledge from here. I thought there was some kind of building. No matter how bad it is, you can have a cave."

"Those make no sense."

Standing up, grabbing a handful of sand, Tariq tossed it casually.Then, Azka was surprised to find that the sand was frozen in mid-air, and then slowly arranged into countless complicated characters.

These characters are square and square, and have no similarity with any language in the mainland.But for some reason, when Azka saw those words, he was able to understand the meaning of the words accurately.

"About protracted war?"

After reading the title, Azka began to read the article made of sand.After a while, Azka, who had always been proud and arrogant, showed obvious admiration on his face.After a while, he looked at Tariq, nodded and said convincingly:

"I believe you, this knowledge is really meaningful."

"No, this knowledge is actually just the tip of the iceberg."

Tariq shook his head, pointed to an end not far away, and said to Azka: "This sentence is what I care most about."

Azka followed Tariq's instructions and looked over. There was only one sentence in that place, but it was obvious that that was the knowledge that Tariq cared most about.

"Latecomers, if you can see this knowledge, it means that you need its help. But you must remember that in our time, the great man who wrote these articles once taught us that specific questions must be Specific analysis. Tools should be polished to suit themselves, rather than used directly after getting someone else’s.”

Simple, easy to understand, but contains profound truth.

"I have read the articles on protracted warfare and guerrilla warfare. There is no problem with the theoretical basis in them, but the specific situation is quite different. For example, the occupations of hunters and jungle rangers are not mentioned in guerrilla warfare, but Protracted War did not pay attention to the problem of mana. It is precisely because of the last paragraph that I chose to carry out theoretical reforms based on Tarik's national conditions, so I wrote a summary of "On Tarek Battle."

Thinking of the days back then, Tariq couldn't help feeling a little emotional.He has always thought that he is very lucky, lucky to have encountered these precious wealth of knowledge, and also fortunate to have encountered a great man.Most scholars in this world, after researching their own theories, will regard them as treasures and prevent others from easily tampering with them, thinking that this is the universal truth.

However, the author of these articles, the existence known as the great man, readily chose to develop his own theory.He doesn't care about the overthrow or change of his theory by later generations, because he believes that only by continuous development can a real and effective theory be obtained.It is also this kind of theoretical guidance that allowed the country of Tarek to be established along the ideal direction, and did not embark on the old path of revolutionaries becoming feudal.

Therefore, after Tarik established his country and gradually settled down, Tarek always wanted to come here again to see if he could find more knowledge.He didn't want to get it greedily, he just wanted to keep the knowledge, even if he didn't need it.

A bit like chasing stars?

"I have analyzed that the reason why the coat of arms can be condensed with sand here is because the magic energy here has been engraved with a magic circle."

Tarek's words made Azka a little confused, "What? The magic circle is engraved on the magic power?"

"Yes."

Tariq nodded, and said seriously: "Every magic energy here is engraved with a magic circle, and the magic circles are connected to each other, which constitutes a giant magic circle with an incredible scale. But because it is a magic circle Yes, so our naked eyes and most observation tools cannot see that level.”

"Wait, wait, wait."

Azka stretched out his hand, interrupted Tarek's words, and said with a headache on his face: "You know I'm not educated, can you speak briefly."

"In short, the people who left these articles engraved them on another dimension. That dimension cannot be deciphered with our current level of technology, and can only be observed by their means."

"Oh, got it, embroidery on the grapes?"

Tariq looked at Azka who had suddenly realized, and for a moment didn't know whether to praise him for his wisdom or to say that he had a big head.He sighed, and then said to Azka: "I feel that there are still more things that have not been discovered here."

"Then dig."

Azka was also decisive, "You can do it if you want, I'll just accompany you."

"I knew it."

Tariq smiled and patted Azka on the shoulder, the two of them didn't look like the same people at all.A high-ranking official with neat and meticulous clothes, beard and hair.The other looked like an outright outlaw. His messy hair, unruly beard, and sharp eyes all gave people a sense of oppression.

But these two people are recognized as close friends by everyone.The former Tsarist Empire used countermeasures to separate the two. They wanted to take advantage of Kazik's bandit nature and directly sent a trainload of jewelry and gold into the hands of Kazik who was fighting on the front line.This move made everyone think that even if Khazik had not defected to the Tsarist Empire, Tariq would be on guard against him.

However, what everyone did not expect was that after receiving the news, Tariq just smiled lightly, and after thanking the Tsarist Empire for the supplies, he went to the front line alone and transported the jewels to the rear as armaments reserve.And Azka didn't hesitate, he didn't even look at it, and sent two henchmen to send back a trainload of dizzying jewels.

Later, the Tsarist Empire also gave up this idea. They discovered that these two people were not so-called friendship at all, but like-minded comrades-in-arms.The relationship between them is not maintained by interests, but by ridiculous "ideals".But it is such an ideal that looks fragile to outsiders, so that the two become comrades-in-arms who can entrust everything to each other.

Azka could follow him to the west because of Tarek's words, and Tarek didn't hesitate at all, and directly revealed all these confidential things.Even though their empire had just been established, even if the outside world believed that Azka had the intention to seize power, the two laughed it off.

Now, they have come to the core of Tarek's country, and it is also the biggest secret in Tarek's heart.

"What I want is to use your dead eyes to find out if there is any energy disorder in this land, so that I can use the kinetic energy generated when the energy collides to impact the gap to achieve the effect of restoring the magic energy."

"understood."

Azka nodded, indicating that he understood what Tarek meant.Then he closed his eyes and took off his cowboy hat, as if he was thinking about something.Suddenly, Azka's eyes opened, and the black breath of death lingered in his pupils.

"Really."

But after a while, Azka blinked, and the black aura in his eyes dissipated.He stretched out his hand, pointed to a place, and said to Tariq, "There is a gap in this place."

"And I feel that there is a hollow under this land."

"Is it hollow?"

Tariq frowned, just about to say something, suddenly, an ethereal voice echoed in his mind.

【pioneer.】

【Don't trust him】

【He has gone crazy】

(End of this chapter)