Longmen Memoirs
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I've heard this story before.
The protagonist of the story is a little girl selling matches. It was a cold day and it was snowing heavily. She was walking down the street selling matches, and her basket was filled with unattended matches.
She finally died on that cold winter night.
Before she died, she lit the matches on her body one by one, thinking it would bring her warmth. In the firelight, she saw everything she wanted, a warm house, delicious food, and the smiles and embraces of her parents. .
I think before she died, her heart should be warm, because she got what she wanted before she died, even if she paid for it with her life, I have to think like this in order to let myself forget, a little Girl, freezing to death on the streets in this harsh winter but no one cares about her.
It’s better to think about it.
The hope she saw was, after all, like the burnt match in her hand. It would burn her when it burned to the end, and she would wake up when it burned to the end, turning into a pitiful and dispensable joke that denounced the world.
... Tallulah.
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3 Month 5 Day Afternoon
Kazdaele East Battlefield/35 kilometers near Walden Pond/Signal Tower
16:21 weather/cloudy
W is an unsociable guy. Whether it is for those who know her well or those who meet her for the first time, the first impression she usually gives people is that she is crazy.
Few people are willing to stay with her and act, because you don't know whether she will do something frightening at the next moment. She always has a flamboyant smile on her lips, both to her companions and to her enemies.
This is a mean and vicious woman who is also a bit petty. You have to be careful not to make her angry, because you don't know what she will do when she goes crazy.
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But for Scout, he already knows the character of his new subordinate to some extent. It must be said that W is a very talented espionage agent. Even from Scout's slightly critical perspective, she is also rare in this industry. Good guy, it would be great if she could pay more attention to her words and deeds and be less naughty and personal.
Scout thought to himself that he knew what was going on underground right now without looking.
The Tower of Babel does need the existence of such people. Scout himself does not reject these dark methods, but he is never proud of it. Evil deeds and darkness often tend to gradually distort a person's will, just like what is happening in this incident. In the war, the number of enemies he has personally killed so far has exceeded the previous number.
Human life began to become cheap, especially for mercenaries, whether it was for Sakaz or others.
W's expression was a little gloomy. She walked out of the underground facility and saw Scout waiting for the door with a gun hanging on her. The trace of surprise on her face was quickly hidden.
Scout, who was waiting at the exit, turned his head.
"What did you ask?" he asked.
W took out the gloves she had tucked into her waist. There were mottled blood stains between her fingers. A faint smell of blood emanated from her body, and a fleeting evil smile appeared on her face.
"No." She walked out of the dark stairs while wearing her gloves: "Nothing. If you want to ask me to survive, unfortunately, you are a step too late."
"This is the seventh time, W."
"But you can't expect me to face a whole squad of enemies at the same time and still be distracted to persuade them to surrender. Tell them that you are surrounded by me. Put down your weapons and raise your hands to surrender." W gave a light tut and sorted it out. The gun hanging on the waist: "I can't do this kind of thing, Scout, and as long as the enemies can't be dealt with, it will be fine."
She said it lightly.
"Then when you are surrounded, W, you have to consider that you may encounter the same situation, and your impulse will harm yourself."
"Then just wait until that day." She replied nonchalantly: "Rather than telling me these truths here, you should be more worried about the movements of this group of people. I have a bad feeling."
"...Tell me." Scout sighed helplessly: "You must have asked something."
"Taba Town? As far as I know, there shouldn't be any high-value military strongholds there."
"I don't know about that." W shook his head: "In short, that's what people said. Of course, it doesn't rule out that he is talking nonsense to me in order to survive."
"You started too early."
Scout threw away the cigarette, his words laced with regret.
"So I didn't give him a chance to continue talking nonsense."
"Anyway, let's withdraw to the base first. The authenticity of this information needs to be confirmed. Before that, you also need to rest, W."
"Rest? No, I don't need it."
"I'm not negotiating with you. You've been out long enough. This is an order. Why do you think I came here in person?"
Scout's words contained an undeniable meaning: "This war is still very long, W. You should understand that it won't be shortened just because you did something here, but you only have one life, and I don't want to take it next time." The news that arrived is your death report, and I have dealt with enough similar things during this time."
"Then you don't have to worry, I won't die that easily."
"Don't let me tell His Highness about your unauthorized actions."
"I can't refuse?" W frowned.
"You have to listen to me a few times."
"Oh...well, you win."
W stretched lazily, and she glanced sideways at Scout.
"Keep your word?" she reminded, wagging her index finger.
"I always keep my word."
w breathed a sigh of relief.
"Do you think that based on my current achievements, can I be personally commended by His Highness?" She seemed to mention it accidentally.
"Do you want His Highness to commend you personally?"
Scout looked at W's back. In the distance was the gloomy sky. The rusty control tower was isolated on the hillside of the wilderness. Looking down from the top, he saw a withered birch forest.
"Just ask."
W raised his foot and kicked away the stones on the roadside.
Scout followed her.
"What do you want?" He was a little curious.
"I..." W turned around. The girl's white hair was flying in the wind. What was different from her young and childish face was the heavy tactical vest and the gun she held diagonally across her body.
She seemed to have thought of something and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
"I suddenly wanted a new name."
She answered like this, holding the gun's strap with her left hand, with a brisk smile on her face that was filled with smoke and looked slightly embarrassed.
This Sakaz girl never actually grew up.
She doesn't want much.
She gradually gained some hope.
If one day she throws away the name w, at least she will have another name that someone wants her to have. She hopes she can name her so that she can have a new life.
But maybe these so-called hopes of hers will gradually die as this war continues.
W sits in front of the campfire.
She seemed to be suffering from the same problem as Ines. Staring at the light of the bonfire, this arrogant and crazy mercenary lady suddenly became quiet at this moment.
She was thinking about something in her mind, but she seemed to be thinking about nothing. She was just sitting in front of the campfire in a daze.
In fact, there are times when W is quite envious of Ines's spells. At least her spells are really useful like cheating before she blinds herself.
Just after she threw herself into the center of the war, the girl discovered that she was not as happy as she thought. She was indeed very good at it. Whether it was lurking or killing, she was very patient and sharp.
But suddenly, I don’t know when, W became a little disgusted after getting used to the blood. She didn’t know what she was disgusted with. She hated that she was covered in blood and was getting farther and farther away from that figure. She hated herself now. If she does it, will she like it?
W doesn't know that she is like a fool who is willing to give up everything for the person she yearns for. She has a certain figure hidden in her heart, and she is afraid that what she does will make her farther away from her, and she feels that she is doing it for her, so she doesn't I don’t think it’s worth it.
Confused fool.
But no one sat next to her to chat with her. If she was in the past team, at least the annoying Ines would still have a few words with herself, even if she was worried that they might betray her at any time.
But here, she doesn't have to worry about that. She doesn't have to worry about her teammates using her as bait and holding her head in exchange for reward. But this is obviously the case, but it makes W feel even more lonely.
This girl was sitting alone in front of a bonfire. Anyone who approached her would be alienated by her sharp and harsh words. She couldn't do that kind of thing, given her character and actions.
Scout is having a meeting again, and the tent in the center of the camp is discussing how to act together. Regarding the news that W brought back from the signal tower, this newcomer is unknown in the collective of Babel, especially when the lords from all over the country unite to form the Southern Congress. After that, her existence became even more insignificant.
No one can be sure of the accuracy of the news in Taba Town. They will not waste their troops going there at this already tense moment, but they cannot ignore the accuracy of the news.
When Scout came over, his expression was obviously not very good.
W looked up at him.
"Ha, the results are out, right? What should I say?"
"The camp will send a small team of scouts to Taba Town." Scout sat down near W. The empty supply boxes were piled under the open-air tent. W's gun was placed in the shadow of the supply box.
The night sky was gloomy, and the night in early spring was a bit cold. The sparks of the bonfire floated into the sky in the night wind, and were extinguished halfway up.
"Am I one of them?" W asked tentatively.
"Yes."
"You don't look good, what happened."
"No big deal."
"About me?" A playful smile appeared on the corner of W's mouth: "I know I'm not very lovable. It's actually quite difficult for you to have me as your subordinate, Scout."
"Fortunately, I don't think so. In my opinion, you are much more practical than those who talk about one thing and have other things in their hands."
"What you said is a bit surprising. Should I say thank you?"
"It's not necessary."
"I can't say this kind of thing." W clapped his hands: "When should I leave?"
"You have half a day to repair, and then take your team, bypass the rear and conflict with the front line, and arrive at Taba Town." Scout said: "I have to remind you, W, if the news is accurate, your trip will be very difficult. Danger."
"Isn't our trip dangerous?" W replied with a smile: "I'm not used to you being such a mother-in-law."
"Ha, you can't restrain your temper."
"No." W answered simply.
Scout shook his head helplessly.
"As long as you understand." He looked at W's back as he took two steps and said, "Pay attention to safety."
w waved his hand behind his back.
There is something wrong within the Tower of Babel. It is better to say that since the joint meeting, the components of the Tower of Babel have become more and more complex. After all, you cannot expect an organization united by volunteers from all over to have a unified belief.
As the war progresses to this point, these shortcomings are becoming more and more serious. Mercenaries like W who became a monk and entered the Tower of Babel halfway, their status is actually the most embarrassing in the Tower of Babel.
Kazdaele is being divided between speculators, politicians, people who want to escape this war, people who have no choice but to choose one side or the other.
Refugees, merchants, tribes, royal courts, and numerous mercenary organizations are fighting fiercely. This war is more brutal than in the past. This war will dominate the future direction of Kazdaele. If the powerful people of Rutland and Leta If Nia's officials weren't all butter and rotten fools, they'd be on to something.
The direction of the war has begun to change, and the binding force of the Tower of Babel is gradually weakening in this war. Scout realizes the problem, and the huge land cruiser emerges in his mind.
Your Highness is still too kind.
Scout thought to himself that he didn't know when, maybe it was because he had seen too many lives and deaths in the past six months since he joined the battlefield, and the list of dead people piled under his desk had become so stacked that it even weighed on his heart.
Theresia's kindness made her feel a bit burdened and cumbersome. He knew he shouldn't have such thoughts, but the thought inevitably came to his mind.
He may even wonder if everything they are doing now will really make sense in the end.
At this moment, Scout suddenly discovered that His Highness's ideas that were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the past could not be considered for that long by those on the battlefield. People on the battlefield looked forward to Theresa's vision, but her vision could not change the war. of cruelty.
Death is just around the corner, but the human heart can never be the same.
The night in Kazdai is as deep as ever.
There is no light in the dark night.
A light rain fell in the sky.
The raindrops swayed under the tent as the cold night wind blew. At the entrance of the camp, the figures of a small group of scouts were gradually moving away. Their bodies were covered by ponchos, as if they were integrated with the night.
Their existence is unknown.
What they did is happening all over the country.
People in war never use beauty and roses as metaphors for what they do, because they are dying one by one.
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