musicians of old

Chapter 492 Mortuary

After Roy raised his hand, Colonel Alpha, who was in charge of the lowland Raubken theater, also jumped directly from the trolley.

He ran up to Fan Ning, gave the church salute first and then the military salute, and introduced a long list of information about himself.

Fan Ning nodded to Roy first, and responded gently a few times before saying:
"When they stumbled because of their own schemes, they first investigated their transgressions and then condemned them, according to righteousness and unrighteousness."

"I have to discern some more things."

Before they could speak any further, everyone saw the manifest bishop make a few hasty reminders, a raging flame ignited under their feet again, and the whole person rose back to the height of the night sky.

The soldiers sighed "Holy" in their hearts, and continued to do the aftermath work according to the division of labor. Roy, Durke and others looked up in doubt, looking at the sky for no reason.

"Whirring whirring."

A biting cold wind blows against his face, making his robes rattle.

Fanning squinted and looked down at everything below.

What is more important now is to find out the motives of their air strikes. Those prisoners of war and esoteric believers will definitely be interrogated, but the pre-work, so many troops and knowledgeable people below will handle it properly, and there is no need to remotely control everything by themselves.

Fan Ning now wants to confirm one thing first.

"Strange, is it the church they want to blow up?"

From this height, the light of candles and kerosene lamps in most of the people's sheds under their feet was completely melted into the dark fog, and only sporadic lights flickered on the dead land, as well as the flames and flames floating from the bombed sites. soot.

When returning to the square on the last bomber before, Fan Ning felt that something was wrong. Now that the matter of retaining people has been resolved, when he returned to the night sky to check carefully, he felt that something was really strange.

Except for the bombs thrown randomly after the plane lost control, the first few waves of organized dive-bombing arrays mainly attacked a rectangular area.

The church is also among them, but the position of the church is only at one corner of the rectangle.

"Of course, this is also an attack on the church. If the target is the church, what is it for? What extraordinary resources are there that need to be destroyed? The church in this small city does not have such extraordinary resources except for its cultural value. In order to provoke and provoke? Let the wise people of the Church of the Holy Sun take revenge on the military leader of the other side, and then secretly set up some kind of trap?"

Was it a purely military audacity, or were there hidden motives involved?For example, is there a target that is implicated by the church because of its proximity?

There were people from the Academy of Divine Descent among them, so he felt that it was not easy to draw a conclusion directly.

Fan Ning thought for a long time in the night sky this time, and after various possibilities flashed through his mind, he controlled his figure to fall downwards.

There are still many people in the square.

The few people at the head were waiting for him, and the rest were still busy shuttling back and forth, but this time Fanning heard the cry—the one on the edge of the square, it was not suppressed at all, it was only a very weak cry from a long distance away .

This time Roy didn't greet him like before.

She knows very well what is happening in the place surrounded by crowds in the distance. People will definitely die in a war, and every air strike will definitely happen. Even in Tiolein, where there is no war at present, there are people in those bustling steel cities every day. Dead, but many times, when the living read these numbers, they accept them much more smoothly than expected-as Mr. Fanning said, as long as the specific "100%" individual is rarely seen a few times, that's the most It's just a slightly deeper frown.

It's just that Fanning beside her is experiencing the opposite situation now.

His spiritual sense inevitably perceived more details, such as the child who was huddled under the embrace of the woman's corpse and refused to get out despite being pulled by others, such as lying on the white cloth and crying loudly, with the folds of the cloth being pulled out by the palm of his hand The rough man, and the ragged boy knelt and kowtowed behind the medical staff.

The two were silent with the same but different thoughts, and their eyes wandered elsewhere. In the field of vision, Priest Durke stood at the corner of the steps like an ordinary skinny old man, staring at the priests under his hands preparing for the requiem ceremony.In the distance, there are still many people cleaning up the large pieces of steel and rubble on the steps.

They vacated a small space, so that a small number of choir members who gathered could stand in a row facing the square.

Then, everyone heard the sound of quietly singing.

"Resurrection, yes, you will be resurrected.

My dust, after a brief respite,

He who called you to your side,
will grant you eternal life.

You are sown until it blooms again!
after we die,

The Lord came to take us in,

Reap like sheaves of corn! "

The sound of unaccompanied chant was clear and quiet, hovering reluctantly around the messy square.

Like a ray of daylight before the night, and like the last few stars before dawn.

The soldiers were used to suppressing their emotions, shed a few tears and quickly dried up in the cold wind.

them? .here? .
Fanning suddenly felt that fate was so unpredictable.

This was the first time he heard this poem composed by himself except after rehearsal.

In such a "make do" excerpt form, in such a country, with such an identity, and under such circumstances, he was still with Roy.

He thought that on this day in the future, there would be a magnificent stage, artists in suits and leather shoes and a choir. He really didn't expect that there were bombers, armored vehicles and anti-aircraft guns parked on his left and right.

Roy pulled the sleeve of his left arm with his right hand, bit his lip tightly and remained motionless.

Thoughts of the past were churning amidst the sound of music, she suddenly wanted to make a confession to Bishop Lavoisier, um, maybe, it wasn’t a confession in the sense of “repentance”, she just wanted to make a confession to this venerable elder Ask some questions and find an outlet for some inner emotions, but the strange thing is that I am not a believer, which may make it difficult for Mr. Priest.
In this way, at the end of this stanza and the brief requiem ceremony was about to end, she began to brew some words in her mind, but suddenly there were a few inappropriate noises in the square——

"Crack! Bang! Bang!"

It is the sound of slaps and the sound of shoes kicking on people's clothes.

Like a volcano erupting after a long period of patience, a bearded deacon with a flushed face and a fierce look punched and kicked the two prisoners of war under his feet!
"Nahum, what are you doing!?"

Durke yelled, and the two acolytes beside him hurriedly rushed over, pulling the deacon named Nahum back.

"Fuck! Son of a bitch! These two were just behind the choir humming 'Resurrection'!!!"

The bearded deacon's arms were pulled, his shirt was pulled up in the struggle, and his belly was exposed, his legs were still kicking fiercely in the air in front of him, and he continued to growl angrily while kicking——

"They flew the plane, they threw the bomb, they killed all the people lying there, and then they sang 'resurrection' here!"

"Why don't I tie you to a stake and burn you to death, then sing to you till dawn!?"

"Fuck! Fuck you bastard!!!"

At this moment, Nahum did not have the demeanor of a priest at all. He cursed all kinds of vulgar words hoarsely, and then coughed violently due to choking on his own saliva.

His reaction aroused quite a lot of people's common hatred, but because the people around a hundred meters away were basically well-trained soldiers and other church personnel, everyone's eyes were burning with anger for a while, but they didn't respond to it. What other substantive excesses were committed by these prisoners of war.

Colonel Alpha and Priest Durque gave the bishop a questioning look, mixed with irritation and bewilderment.

"They sang for the people of Lydia."

Unexpectedly, Fan Ning's answer left everyone speechless.

It seems to be some thought-provoking advice.

"Hehe." Some sort of desolate, seven-part neurotic laughter reappeared inappropriately.

A esoteric who was bound like a rice dumpling by the church's "exorcism chains" then sighed:

"There are too many cries in this world, you don't understand."

The next moment there was a "click".

The shotgun on the soldier's back flew out of its own accord and fell into Fanning's hands.

The man immediately shut his mouth.

Fanning glanced at him, then tossed the shotgun back into the soldier's hand.

This sentence was repeatedly mentioned by some delirious acquaintances of the Ascension Society in the internal investigation file of the church.

A series of unexpected episodes also interrupted Roy's thoughts, so she could only watch Fanning walk past her calmly, and then asked the old priest Dulk beside her:

"What's that over there?"

Bishop Lavoisier asked something else, and Duerk also restrained his mind for a while, and looked at the place the bishop pointed to.

Fanning was not referring to the church, but to a block to the north of the church.

"Over there? How big is it over there? It depends on what His Excellency the Bishop is asking. There are no industrial plants or important infrastructure in that block. I think these lunatics in Lydia just want to destroy the church."

"map."

Fan Ning once again signaled to the soldiers to hand over a map, drawing out the rectangular area that he had just visually observed from the sky above more accurately.

"Within this limit, all the inheritances, dignitaries, treasures, great deals, or strange things that are worthy of the covetousness of these Gentiles and false teachers, you will describe in detail."

He specifically emphasized "all" in order to expect to find out what information.

"These guys seem to be blowing up a little bit." So Durke leaned over, looked at the area Fanning marked out, and commented, "But, apart from churches, houses and squares, there is really nothing else, so I have to say A worthy military target."

He pointed at the map one after another: "This small textile factory counts as one, and this communication station counts as one. The value of a small textile factory is very limited, and there are sixteen such communication stations in the entire small town, and there is nothing more special. If you just For these two goals, nine bombers were lost and more than a dozen people were captured, so the actions of these guys tonight may be due to the loss of their pants."

Although Deacon Nahum, who was held up next to him, was angry just now, he also understood that the bishop must have important considerations in asking such a question. After careful recollection, he added: "Besides, there are three oil depots, isn't it? Grain and oil are industrial motor oil. This is a more valuable target, but it is mainly to occupy value rather than destroy value. Their main body is underground facilities. How effective can bombing be? Underground facilities, huh? Right— —”

The bearded deacon's eyes lit up, but then he frowned again, as if he felt that the things mentioned next were a bit nonsense:

"Speaking of 'underground facilities', I remembered that there is a mortuary in the underground location extending slightly north of the church."

(End of this chapter)