Longmen Memoirs

The sturdy Sakaz workers had bandages on their heads and carried rusty crossbows and machetes in their hands. They drove their bloody bodies over the barricade and followed the boy.

She saw a crossbow arrow stuck in the boy's chest. He fell to the crowd, but his eyes were still full of enthusiasm and tears.

She clearly saw that the machete in the uncle's hand was covered in mud and blood and was no longer sharp.

But they still rushed forward without hesitation, roaring and roaring resounding in the sky of Grai Street. Snowflakes kept falling and were dyed red by the hot blood. Sakaz's blood was also red.

They didn't even take action. Just the steel defense line composed of crossbows and soldiers stopped the crowd, and the bodies piled up into mountains.

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But then, something moved in the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses. The man with his last breath struggled to crawl towards her who raised his weapon. His face could not be seen clearly. His face was covered with blood. He crawled toward her defense line little by little, raised his palms, and grabbed her leg armor.

The arm full of blood and broken flesh grabbed at her, and she was shocked to find that she was actually retreating.

She had no reason to retreat. The thick armor on her body and the war hammer in her hand could easily destroy these temporary people, but she did not do so.

It didn't even occur to her that she could do this.

"Why fight?" she wanted to ask.

But those eyes were full of death and turbidity, but the arm still stretched out to her seemed to answer her question.

For a long time, the Sakaz people have been considered soulless because they are a group of evil ghosts without tears. They are cruel demons who bring only destruction and pain to people.

But now she suddenly felt that this sentence was wrong.

There is no hope in Sakaz. The chaotic and chaotic land of Kazdare is lamentable. The Sakaz people without souls and future have somewhat made her no longer have any enjoyment of this land.

But now, she suddenly didn't feel that way anymore.

She suddenly felt that Sakaz still had its soul. Sakaz and Kazdale were still a tenacious land, and its people also had their own flesh and blood and tears.

Her grip on the hammer loosened a little.

Looking at the fallen bodies on the long street, the crossbow arrows constantly fired by the soldiers from the defense line and the sharp blades harvesting the lives of the people, they looked indifferently.

It was obvious that the fighting power of these people was not worth mentioning, and even if she was the only one, she could easily defeat their counterattack. They were risking their lives, but this courage frightened her, who had witnessed countless battles as a mercenary. .

She didn't know what they were fighting for, to live, but they were dying, and they kept dying, and they still didn't stop.

She felt more confused than ever.

Even when fighting other mercenaries, even when facing regular troops, she had never felt this way.

Maybe I did something wrong.

She had no reason to think that maybe it was mercenaries like herself who only lived for the sake of living that contributed to the chaos and disputes in the land of Kazdaele.

Perhaps it was mercenaries like him who personally fulfilled the ambitions of the lords and kept Kazdaele divided and impoverished.

Kazdaele has no future, everyone thinks so. Day after day, they only think that they can survive the war and smoke of this day, but they have never thought that it is their own thoughts that cause Kazdaele to continue to decline. , which made the Sakaz people resisted and discriminated against by people from the outside world.

They are discriminating against the soulless Sakaz, who personally turned their hometown into chaos. What is ridiculous is that they resent and complain about everything in Kazdaele.

But it shouldn't be like this!

It shouldn't be like this.

There was an unreasonable anger in her heart. The anger seemed to swallow her up and drown her in the blood of the workers who kept falling in front of her. Even the cold winter could not cool down the burning heat brought by this anger.

She never thought that she would save Kazdaele and find a way out for her, but she also never denied her love for this land, and the attachment and expectation of a Sakaz man for his hometown.

And now, she is destroying it all with her own hands.

The flames and heat waves of the explosion easily destroyed the bodies of the fools who challenged the authority of the lords in these examination questions.

She looked at the fallen people and suddenly clenched the weapon in her hand.

Maybe, I am also a fool.She suddenly thought so.

The soil and stone bricks suddenly rose from the ground, and her hands bloomed with a deep black light unique to the spell. The soil and bricks surged on the street as if they had their own consciousness, blocking the soldiers' crossbows and artillery. Before.

"Captain." She heard the team members shout.

She didn't respond.

The rock exploded in the explosion.

She raised her war hammer and saw a man in the crowd holding a long knife and a short crossbow looking at her.

"We are not your enemies." She suddenly shouted, turned around and rushed to the front of the crowd.

Of course she was an elite Sarkaz mercenary, as were she and her team, otherwise they would not have been hired by the local lords to clear out rogue bandits and important mining areas for her.

The soldiers seemed not to have expected that this group of mercenaries would suddenly switch sides.

She was like a sharp knife inserted into the soldiers' line, and the war hammer she swung protected the workers and civilians around her.She was surrounded.

Surrounded by roars and roars.

She suddenly felt a different kind of experience in her heart at this moment, a sense of mission, which made her soul tremble, as if being among them also brought her great courage and pride.

For the first time she realized what she was fighting for.

For the first time, she felt that she was doing something meaningful, instead of wandering in Kazdare like an ownerless ghost, walking to the end of her life for commissions. The days when she couldn't see the sunrise and sunset made people feel confused and confused. tired.

She felt as if she had found her home, even though this short-term home had ruined her career and reputation as a mercenary. However, the Sakaz mercenaries have always been a group of people who do not keep their word in people's eyes. They are a group of people without dignity. And wild dogs with no morals at all. When their employer throws a bone, they will fight desperately for it.

At this time, there was movement at the rear of the team. She looked over and saw that they were a group of Sakaz workers dressed the same, but they were holding long crossbows and sharp swords, as well as artillery and armor. They came from behind. Soldiers surrounded this long street.

The battle was over quicker than she imagined.

The soldiers raised their hands and admitted defeat.

And she finally got some rest while people were cleaning up the battlefield.

"I'm sorry for dragging you all in because of me."

A low and weak voice came from under the helmet. She was sitting in a corner of the street and said this to her team members.

"It doesn't matter, because we all know what kind of person you are, captain. We have known it since the day we decided to follow you." The Sakaz magician replied with a smile.

They all know who their captain is. The difference between her and the Sakaz mercenaries is that she still has her own bottom line, and most of the people in this team are like this.

"To be honest, captain, it's strange. When I was fighting with them just now, I suddenly felt that it was worth it even if I died here."

"Yes, me too."

"What should we do in the future?" Someone asked: "Even if we capture this city, the people nearby... I'm afraid we won't be able to defend this place with just these people."

"I don't know." She said, looking at the people at the end of the long street collecting the body. Most of them had already rushed to the core of the city: "But I decided to stay. If you want to leave..."

"Is anyone leaving?"

"No, we decided to stay, with you, captain."

"Me too."

"Then there's no reason for me to leave. You guys, if you don't have me as a magician, you probably won't be able to survive even a day."

Of course, some people decided to leave, and she didn't stop her. As they said, she actually knew very well that these people couldn't hold on here, but she was tired of wandering, tired of the precarious escape as a mercenary, and the unwelcome looks. .

Ten minutes later, someone walked towards the location where the mercenary team was stationed.

He carried this weapon on his waist, and his black trench coat was covered with blood that had not yet solidified.

Su Enyang had just come from the core city area and had experienced a battle, but his face covered in smoke and blood was still full of energy, with excitement and visible excitement, even though one of his hands was still wrapped in a bandage. Only simple processing was done.

Sevek and Webbert died in the charge on the long street, and Billion was half blown off by a grenade during the attack on the city lord's palace. They all forgot to be cautious and calm in their profession.

Perhaps, they have reason to forget, because when they entered the fearless war, they only had enthusiasm and courage in their hearts.

"So, who is the leader of this team?"

"It's me." She stood up, holding the war hammer in her hand: "I am the captain of this mercenary team, Mud Rock, what can I do?"

"I'm Su Enyang. I heard that a mercenary team helped us on the long street, so I came here to express my gratitude."

"The right thing?"

"Maybe, that's not important. What's important is how are you going to deal with us? Do you need us to leave the city?"

"Of course not." Su Enyang shook his head: "In fact, I am here to invite you and invite you to join us. After that, we may have to go south with this city."

"Southern? Are you..."

"We are loyal to Her Highness Theresia, the only monarch of Sarkaz, if you have heard of that name."

"I have indeed heard of this name." Mud Rock replied: "I have also heard of Her Highness Theresia's theories, so this is the reason why you triggered this riot. For your ideas, many people died today."

"But it cannot be denied that we succeeded, right? Mr. Mudstone." Su Enyang's blood-stained face smiled faintly: "We succeeded in capturing the city, and more people will survive this winter. , and in the future, they will be able to survive and have their own wealth, instead of having nothing, nor being driven to death in dark mines and endless labor by their lords."

"Who knows the future? At least we can't see that far."

"At least we are already doing this, in Kazdale, the hometown of the Sakaz people." Su Enyang said: "People say that we are the Sakaz without blood and tears, but you also saw today that the Sakaz That's not the case. Just like His Highness said, we should also have our own expectations, and these can only be created by ourselves."

"Like today?"

"Of course, maybe." Su Enyang said: "But rather than die anonymously in the smoke and corners of the battlefield, I would rather follow these workers. Even if we have no chance of winning, it is worth it to me. , I am willing to devote my life to this illusory ideal."

"...If so, you are an admirable person."

"You are wrong, Mr. Mudstone. It should not be me who deserves admiration." Su Enyang said: "What deserves admiration is that everyone who still loves Kazdale and is willing to fight for it is a person who chooses to face hardships. The person who stands up to resist him can be me now or you in the future."

Su Enyang left, but his last words left Ni Yan deep in thought and entanglement.

Can the land of Kazdale also change, and the change would be in the hands of people like herself? She didn't dare to think too much, because she felt that she might risk everything for this possibility.

"Captain, do you really believe what that guy said?"

"I don't know." She said uncertainly, looking at the long street full of blood and snowflakes: "But I suddenly got a little tired of the wandering and fleeing life. As mercenaries, we all know what Kazdare is like. Land, but if what he’s talking about is a possibility, honestly, I’d like to see it with my own eyes…even if it’s just me.”

She suddenly remembered the battle just now and the stories she had heard about Theresia.

She doesn't feel how great and selfless she is.

The battlefield never changed, and no matter how high-sounding the words were, they could not hide its cruelty, but she seemed to finally understand what she should choose to fight for, for those who suffered, and for Kazdaele and more people to live without One day, for a certain contract and commission, he died in an unknown corner of the battlefield.

Chapter 98 IQ can’t keep up

From a long time ago, Chen Mo noticed the existence of firearms and explosives in this world, and later he gradually understood the main reason why firearms and the original military industry system could not develop in this world.

Because the industrial system of this world is built on both Originium technology and Originium, industrial explosives are more powerful than modern gunpowder after being mixed with chemical products whose main ingredients are replaced by Originium powder, but at the same time, they are also more powerful than modern gunpowder. This led to higher costs and the risk of infection, so etched bullets were born.

The use of etched bullets mixed with Originium industrial components must require the corresponding Originium firearms manufactured by Originium technology. However, Originium firearms can only be used by a few people, and their versatility and lethality are generally not as good as their development time. For a long time, the traditional crossbow gun craftsmanship has been continuously reformed and innovated, but the high cost, difficulty in use and low return rate have also prevented all countries from focusing on Originium firearms.

Compared with the exaggerated spells of this era and the heavy armor that warriors with far superior physical fitness can easily equip, firearms are difficult to achieve an effective and stable killing effect. Compared with artillery shells, the high price they need to pay will be As a result, warriors who are generally equipped with Originium firearms are surrounded and eliminated by the enemy because they cannot cause enough damage on the frontal battlefield.

No one likes a useless weapon, especially for warriors, but melee weapons and equipment made from Originium craftsmanship can easily tear apart the enemy's armor with the help of spells.

Considering the industrial level and metallurgical skills of most countries on this land to build mobile cities, it is not difficult to create an industrial assembly line specifically for making firearms, but it is not difficult to solve the problems caused by etched bullets and large-scale use of Originium explosives. The infection problem is particularly difficult and difficult for most countries.

No country or individual wants to go to a battlefield infected by Originium, and no country or individual wants to see that after their troops return, the rate of experienced warriors infected with Originium disease will increase exponentially, which means that there is no If anyone is willing to step into the battlefield again, it will bring extreme pressure to the country, family and government and cause violent emotional turmoil in society.

It is essentially unfeasible and not allowed for everyone to pick up weapons that require Originium technology. Originium technology will still have its limitations, but if someone on the earth has begun to pay attention to this development trend, and If you try to apply this to the political continuation of political entities, the wars this land will face in the future will be even more cruel and desperate.

And when the infected and slaves who were oppressed under feudal rule gained the power to arm themselves quickly, they would not mind dragging anyone into the abyss with nothing.

Therefore, up to now, only the Laterans and their small but wealthy country are still using the weapons made by the Source Stone Manufacturing Factory obtained from the underground ruins. After discovering this, the other countries have not given up imitation. , but the focus is not on the development of Originium firearms. Otherwise, how could Rutlan, who owned Originium firearms, still cling to the territory of their small Papal State without trying to expand.

When Chen Mo talked about this with the doctor, the doctor shook his head. His rebuttal made Chen Mo clearly realize his limitations for this era, and also clearly realized that the development ideas originally in his brain had a huge impact. of partial refutation.

Putting aside the issue of Originium firearms and the advantages they can establish on the battlefield, Babel's financial strength cannot guarantee large-scale distribution of firearms that are rare and expensive to produce due to difficulty in use.

Even in Kazdale, which is relatively mobile, a Rutland gun can fetch a high price in the underground market.

Because of the existence of mobile cities, mobile cities are not only large-scale mobile military bases, but also the main subjects and even weapons in the war process.

Most of the conventional wars in this land also revolve around mobile cities and their patrol routes, stronghold attacks and defensive line wars. Only in rare cases will legion field battles and guerrilla encirclements occur.

The limitations of the times and the history of development made it impossible for Chen Mo to make up for it with different insights and visions. The doctor told Chen Mo a lot about the history of this land, and correspondingly, while rejecting the ideas in Chen Mo's mind one by one, Chen Mo's certain These ideas also aroused the interest of Ph.D.

They seemed to have become friends, rather than comrades-in-arms, and this was actually the case. Although the doctor's status in the Tower of Babel was much higher than that of Chen Mo, Chen Mo seemed to have suddenly become half of the doctor's staff, and The Doctor became half of his military advisor.

Both Chen Mo and the doctor discovered this, but neither of them made any evasion. Instead, they continued this relationship, at least when Chen Mo or the doctor did not clearly oppose Theresia, or before they opposed Theresia at the same time, They will not become enemies.

June 1097, 1, Crystalline Era

Two huge mobile cities were approaching the northeastern defense line at the end of the horizon. Under the heavy snow, the steel beasts shook the snow on the tree branches.

Amid the roar of the machine, Su Enyang's tired face looked at the snowy plain ahead with a smile.