Longmen Memoirs

Until Alina rushed over and took her hand.

Alina's hand woke her up.

"Tallulah, let's go!"

"No, those hateful pickets!"

"We are infected, not the people in the village!"

Are they going to side with the pickets, and are you going to kill them too?She didn't say that, but Tallulah understood.

"……What did you say?"

"I'm infected too, Tallulah, so am I."

The old woman watched them walk away, her eyes blurred with tears. The flames burned away the entire village and the memories of the past, leaving only her.

She had nothing to miss. Although she didn't understand anything and was just an ignorant old woman, she knew that if she survived, she would become a bargaining chip for the pickets to blackmail her daughter.

"Your Majesty, bless your daughter, bless my daughter, bless her, bless her to live, bless her to live well!"

The old woman muttered and walked into the old house that was burning with fire.

They ran away for a long way until they could no longer run, and then they stopped.

"Hoo, ho..." Alina gasped and looked at the surrounding scenery: "This is... the place where we are planning to move to. The place has been built... but..."

"They... Grandpa..." Tallulah gritted her teeth and muttered: "We can't let them do this again... we can't let them..."

"What are you talking about?!" Alina's words seemed to irritate Tallulah. She looked at the white-haired deer angrily: "Those villagers, they reported -"

"...Wait a minute. You mean, the one who reported grandpa on him was..."

Tallulah's words stopped, and she finally realized what stupid thing she had done out of anger.

"It's Grandpa himself. Because of this, the picket team will not continue to investigate. If the situation is ideal, this is it." Alina also had anger in her eyes: "No matter how strong you are, you can't fight against the picket team."

"I can!"

"What happens after this? What if the military police come? What if the soldiers from the city garrison and noble gentlemen come?"

Tallulah wanted to retort, so he opened his mouth and bit his thin lips.

"We just don't have enough strength. When we accumulate enough strength..." She shook her head and said to herself as if she had been shocked: "That's not right, it's not right! This shouldn't be looked at like that!"

"It's not right to watch evil things happen in front of your eyes and just turn a blind eye to protect yourself!"

She seemed to have found an excuse for herself and gradually became firmer.

"...This is selfish, even heartless behavior."

“How can justice be called justice if it requires more violence to be done?”

she asked Alina.

"I can't answer your question yet, Tallulah, you have read more books than me, I know that." Alina said: "You can go to the person who can answer your question, not me, at least It’s not me now, but one person in this village has died today, and more people shouldn’t die today.”

She looked into Tallulah's eyes.

"You are very smart, you can figure it out."

"Let's go, Tallulah!"

"...I will be back." Tallulah said suddenly.

"Talk to yourself, Tallulah, talk to yourself."

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[Hui Jie:

Grandpa, according to my unreliable memory, his name is Ivan Izyaslav.

is a very common name, and he is also a farmer who can be seen everywhere, but he sacrificed himself, for various reasons, he sacrificed his life...

I occasionally wonder, am I really worthy of others sacrificing their lives?

Alina moved with me. Although this person was gentle most of the time, sometimes she would suddenly become sharp and make me feel uncomfortable.

The plan is progressing smoothly.

According to my idea, this group of infected people will definitely unite soon.

Hope this actually works.

I also hope that grandpa can sleep peacefully. Apart from grandma, I have no relatives closer to him than him. 】

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【Liar:

Where does the story end?

By the way, when it comes to the question I asked Alina about justice, she said she couldn't answer my question. She said I could go find someone who could answer my question.

You know who I was thinking of?I thought of you. You always have so many words and thoughts. If it were you, you would definitely be able to answer my questions.

If you could stay with me and tell me what to do, I'd like...

But you left, and you left for many years.

Where have you been, liar? When will you come back?

I think, I miss you a little bit...well, maybe not a little bit, but a lot, I know, I know it in my heart. 】

ps: This chapter connects the previous chapter and answers Tallulah’s question, and it’s not a dog-licking story. It’s a healing story. Do you think I’m bragging?

Chapter 2 This is what his lover looked like when he was a fledgling

As a child I faced a problem.

A tram about to pass, two tracks, ten and 100 people.

How should I choose?

A rational person will choose the latter, a kind person will get entangled, an indecisive person will leave it to fate, and an angry person will say that he will kill the person who made him choose.

Haha, very interesting.

How about taking a step back?Let's widen this gap.

One person and 100 people.

Still difficult?

Put another way.

People you know and strangers, such as relatives and friends, lovers and colleagues.

It's not hard to choose, isn't it?

I thought that was the case, not difficult, not difficult at all.

In fact, life is gradually fading its color in my eyes, turning into a field of cold numbers, and when I am destined to make a choice, my hands will be stained with blood.

I've lost all awe of the living and am slowly turning into a...what's the word, monster.

Ah...I really like this name more and more.

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[It’s me, I’ve arrived at the target location, and the coordinates of the signal smoke have been confirmed with the naked eye.

...I haven't had any serious dealings with my colleagues for a long time, so I suffered a little loss, but they also had plenty of supplies hidden in the underground transmitting station, so they could at least recover some.

Well, yes, the scouts can go first.

As soon as possible.

...By the way, there was an unexpected loss.

w is dead. 】

The man slowly put down the communicator. This was a conversation from two hours ago.

The eastern and western battlefields of Kazdale are the favorite amusement park of mercenaries and hounds. The ticket price is very low, and anyone can qualify for admission with just one life.

The black-haired Sakaz frowned as he watched a man dressed as a mercenary walking from a distance.

"... It's so horrible to say, but in the end, he came back with all his limbs intact?" She looked at the man's face with a hint of sarcasm: "Or are you just trying to gain credit through a trick?"

The man smiled.

"Then you don't have to leave the camp to pick us up. You don't need to worry."

"I'm not worried about anyone, don't be too smart about it."

The man shrugged.

"If Queen W hadn't created the opportunity for us, none of us would have been able to escape, Ines."

Ines was silent for a moment.

"When did it happen?" he asked.

"Two hours ago, when communications were cut off, the team encountered an ambush. I destroyed the ruins, and then we escaped. He died fighting until the last moment."

The man's words were very calm, without the sadness or anger caused by the loss of any comrade-in-arms, as if they were discussing whether it would be sunny or rainy tomorrow.

The same goes for Ines.

She lowered her eyelids slightly.

"pity."

"Indeed, if he can come back alive, he will surpass me and become the most valuable mercenary here." Hedley said and sighed: "Forget it, there is no point in talking about it now, at least He doesn’t have to fight anymore.”

Ines asked: "I heard there is movement in the east. Recently, many lords are gathering their armies and recruiting mercenary groups."

"Isn't that what we're here for."

"I always feel like this time is different from the past."

"It's no different." Hedley shook his head: "This war will not end easily. We don't have to worry about losing our jobs and having nowhere to go."

Ines skipped this topic. This was not something that mercenaries like them had to consider. They just took money to do things. Politics was never something that mercenaries could get involved in. Moreover, Kazdaile was indeed as Hedley said.

They have long been accustomed to this kind of life.

"The enemy has retreated. Do you want to go back and recover it?" She was talking about the corpses and supplies.

"Impossible. The risk of going deeper again is too great, and no one can afford it." Hedley refused, and asked: "What? Could it be that you have a good relationship? Why didn't I know?"

"I just pity the loot on him."

"It's nothing special. Some people have much richer collections than him. When this war is over, we will have plenty of opportunities to return to our old business." He paused and added: "...if it ends."

Ines sneered at Hedley's nonsense.

"Let's talk about comforting each other later. We leave here before sunset. If we stay any longer, we will become the target of public criticism." Hedley said: "Go back to the camp and set off as a team immediately."

Ines' eyes flashed.

"Huh? Are you ordering me? "Vice" Captain Hedley?"

She deliberately emphasized her tone, as if she was reminding her of something.

Hedley's expression remained unchanged.

"The other teams have lost contact, and now the overall command is in my hands." He explained.

"We are equals."

"Alas..." The man sighed, and his tone became a discussion: "Ines, let's leave here quickly, return to the stronghold, contact the employer, and renegotiate the remuneration. This is just a suggestion, not an order, okay?"

"Hmph." Ines snorted lightly without objecting: "W's death will give us more leverage."

Hedley thought for a moment.

"A lot. He is an excellent mercenary, and the price is clearly marked for excellence."

"Then at least he... didn't die in vain. Did he leave anything behind in the end -" She paused while Hedley was about to answer, and she raised her finger.