Longmen Memoirs

He was my brain, my strategist, Kazdare was his chessboard, and I became an extension of his hands and feet and his most important chess piece.

There are also those thousands of Sakaz in the Tower of Babel, those dead, nameless, insignificant warriors and members, those who were taken out of Grai by me, and now only half of them are left in the court.

They watered the barren soil of Khazdel with blood and corpses, hoping that in the future it would bear sweet fruits and grow enough food to feed Sarkaz.

These are all what they expected. Maybe I was not determined enough. I don’t know when it became what I expected... The future is too far away to say so.

One cannot see the future.

Ideal is more accurate.

This word has disappeared from my mind since I left Longmen at the age of ten, and now, it appears again.

I can no longer remember what ideals I had at the time, but now, their ideals have temporarily become mine.

I want to turn the future into the present, and into the past.

I think that when people mention my Sakaz subordinates and brothers who died for Sakaz, they will no longer call them pigs and dogs, and they will no longer look at them with inferior words, contempt, and contempt.

I want Kazdaele to regain its richness. Although this land is not my motherland or hometown, I don’t have that kind of attachment to this land.

That year I became an idealist.

But I already hold the butcher knife in my hand, my body is covered in mud, and the blood is raining ferociously.

Chapter 1 Sfeldt

Many years later, when Chen Mo carried the head of the Grand Duke of Sherland into the solemn parliament hall, the blood-stricken pupils of the head reflected the frightened and pale faces of many Sakaz nobles.

His steps were steady, his face was gentle, polite, humble and easy-going, like a traveling nobleman, but the dark iron armor was soaked with dried blood.

The executioners remained silent, blocking every road leaving the Parliament.

He stepped onto the high platform, lowered his head, and held the long knife in his hand.

Start telling the truth to the adults in the council.

He has always been a reasonable person, and he also believes that everyone is willing to listen to him sit down and reason.

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Time: unknown

Location: unknown

The pale, cold light of incandescent lamps can be a bit dazzling to most people who have just woken up from a serious illness. The smell of disinfectant reaches the tip of their noses that have recovered their senses before the light.

His vision was still a little hazy, but he could vaguely see a dark figure sitting in front of him.

I don’t know who prescribed it, but the patient’s fingers will tremble before they wake up. Perhaps it’s because the hanging liquid medicine is injected into the body from the wrist, so the medical instrument clamped on the finger will first sense changes in the person’s heartbeat.

If there is any change in Sfeldt's face compared to before, it's probably because he took off the magician's hood and no longer dragged his flip-flops while squatting on the computer chair with his shiny hands. Scratch your toes.

It was rare for me to wear a field uniform and an anti-cutting vest in a serious manner.

Sitting in front of the bed, he just looked at Chen Mo who woke up with bloodshot eyes and dark circles, and said nothing. There was a sad stubble on his chin.

He looks much more serious than before.

"...Brother Si."

Chen Mo opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and dry.

If there is anyone in Black Steel who deserves to be remembered by Chen Mo, he would be one of them.

"woke up."

He answered like this, pressing his hands on his thighs. The armor on his hands was badly worn, as if he was explaining something to Chen Mo.

"Where am I?"

"On the way back to Colombia." Sfeldt said, "I have been looking for you for almost a year. When news of the disappearance and death in action came back to Black Steel, I learned that the gang of idiots in the operations department had arranged for my brother to be transported. In the convoy, I told you a long time ago that there is nothing good to go to in this shabby place called Kazdale. I asked you to just show off and run away if the situation is not right. It’s okay now. You almost gave yourself up here. I said you What are you planning on?"

Sifeldt finished speaking in one breath, breathing rapidly. He picked up the water glass placed by the bed and took a big sip. He held the water glass in his hand and looked at Chen Mo with his eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately you're still alive."

Chen Mo suddenly wanted to say something, but looking at him, the words were blocked at the bottom of his throat.

"……Thanks."

Chen Mo could only express his pale thanks, but he didn't know if his thank you was worth the effort of the life-hungry and lazy brother Si who traveled thousands of miles to the chaotic land of Kazdale. Amidst the thick smoke of mercenaries and battlefields, Find him back like a needle in a haystack.

The death of a person is just one less person for this land, but for the people he cares about, it is the loss of a part of the world.

"Thank you?" Sfeldt stood up suddenly, as if he heard something incredible: "I worked my butt off to get you back from Kazdaele, just say thank you and that's it."

Chen Mo looked at him and said nothing.

"Thank you, just thank you."

Sifeldt suddenly sat down in frustration, looked down at the water glass in his hand, and then raised his head at Chen Mo.

"Why don't you come back?"

"After the convoy was attacked, a group of Sakaz saved my life, where I stayed."

"Do you know that when you disappeared, I tried my best to look for you everywhere in Cazdale? Do you know that if I didn't believe that you were still alive, how could I have ended up in this ghost place?" Sfeldt was a little confused. The meaning of hating iron for not being able to become steel: "Then you will be fooled into selling your life."

He suddenly laughed as if he heard some joke. His laughter stopped suddenly and his eyes turned red.

"Damn! Damn Sarkaz bastard!"

The rare Colombian language, mixed with Yan Guo's way of scolding women, made Chen Mo, who was used to speaking Sakaz language, feel a little funny nostalgia.

"Let's not talk about this first, Brother Si, how did you find me?"

Perhaps it was because of Chen Mo's current weak appearance that Sfeldt had nowhere to vent his frustration and anger.

He paused, looked at the closed door behind him, took out a crumpled page from the pocket of his tactical vest, and unfolded it in front of Chen Mo.

It was a roster. At the top of the roster was a Sakaz portrait, which came from the Scar Market. The value was marked behind the portrait.

"Half a year ago, there was a new bounty released by the Sakaz underground black market. Black Steel's downline got the information from them." He put down his hand: "Is this how you pretend to be? Do you think no one knows you? "

Black steel usually intersects with the underground black market of Sakaz. Every organization that comes to Kazdaele in search of money will be involved in this huge market, and naturally they have to know the information of each mercenary group.

"There is no need for Black Steel to spend a lot of money on an ordinary operator."

Sfeldt suddenly lost his voice, holding the crumpled page tightly with his fingers.

"Do you think no one will care if you have no relatives or friends? Do you think no one will care if you die there?"

he asked looking up.

He just looked at Chen Mo, his bloodshot and tired eyes staring at him.It seemed to be telling him how Sfeldt felt when he got this reward.

"Who cares?" Chen Mo asked calmly.

"I care, me!" He stretched out his right index finger and poked his chest hard: "I'm fucking telling you that I care! I never thought in my life that I would treat someone like this."

"Except Foxtail?"

"Foxtail doesn't count!"

"Oh."

Sifeldt sat on the chair next to Chen Mo's bed, spread out his hands, and the page fell from his hands to the ground. He raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling.

"I know what you want to do. I didn't ask and you didn't say it, but I told you not to think about it in Kazdale. It's not a good place. They built it three times and they were destroyed in the fire three times. This place There are so many big names involved, do you really think that your little arms and legs are better than others? All the Sakaz people are crazy, they can't tell what is good or bad, you are the most capable."

He lowered his head and looked at Chen Mo.

"You say you know, but you are a stubborn donkey. You look peaceful and peaceful. No one can say anything about what you have decided. I will be unlucky for eight lifetimes if I have to deal with you."

Chen Mo didn't know how to answer him for a moment.

Because he knew that he was going back, to Kazdare. As Sfeldt said, he was a stubborn donkey, but now he was deeply involved and his hooves were submerged.

"You don't talk?"

"have nothing to say."

"There's nothing to say! And then? I worked so hard to bring you out just to see you? Knowing that you're still alive? You tell me now that you have nothing to say." He said: "You want me to watch you go back to that hellish place again? , where will you die that day when I let you fend for yourself! What a big card, Brother Snake!!"

The day he received the news from Kazdale, Sfeldt stayed up all night. He ran to the operations department with his staff. The operations department seemed to have known that he would come. The deputy minister and a group of elite operatives were waiting at the door.

He didn't win, and of course he couldn't win.

He was later demoted, and then he applied to be transferred to Kazdale.

But he never regretted it. He just regretted that he didn't defeat the gangsters in the Operations Department, but he never thought about stumbling on them in terms of intelligence.

He is a smart man, he always has been, but smart people can be stupid sometimes.

He knew that he couldn't blame the Operations Department. Not one or two of Black Steel's operators had died in the mission. No one would care. Everyone was used to this happening.

Black Steel is a security company and a mercenary. Mercenaries are a group of people who work for money and cannot be said to be very noble.

"Go back with me, Snake, don't stay in Kazdale, even if it's because of that girl in Longmen, you can't help them."

You can't even help yourself.

Chen Mo never thought that he would be rendered speechless and unable to argue by a black steel operator, even if he had killed countless people, even if he could easily kill him now.

But Chen Mo still couldn't refute him, looking at the anger on his face, he was speechless.

Behind Sfeldt was the wall with the black mark of black steel BS. I looked at the mark on the wall. It was the temporary shelter I had found. After I left the black wall, I had nowhere to go. of shelter.

I met Sfeldt in Black Steel, and he taught me how to master the power that I had seen and remembered vividly within the Black Wall. He was the one who led me on this path.

He treats me like a brother, he is like my friend, more like an elder brother.

But how should I tell him about my experience in the Tower of Babel, about the organization I was building, for which I had already made countless people die, and yet now I had to quit halfway?Being a traitor?

ps: Can you feel the growth of the protagonist?

Chapter 2 Damn, man

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After he learned Yanguo, he liked to say this more and more. He said that the name Chen Mo was indeed correct. He said that Chen Mo was born to do this job.

Although his favorite thing to do after learning Yanguo dialect was to go to the city's second-hand book market to look for martial arts novels, curse people in Heigang's intranet with subtle but graceful and forceful comments, charge high prices to tell people's fortunes, and go to Setting up a stall at the door of the operations department and doing Tai Chi with my butt stuck out.

No man can reject the martial arts of the Yan Kingdom, those knights who are high and mighty, those charming and heroic heroines, those sentences that you can’t understand but think they are so damn awesome.

No one in Black Steel wants to be Chen Mo's sparring partner, and neither does Sifeldt himself. Most of his sparring partners will become regular visitors to the infirmary. He never speaks more than a few words to people. No one knows what's going on in his heart. Of course, no one cares about what he thinks.

Sfeldt remembered the first time he saw this kid. He was obviously young and childish, but his eyes were as fierce as a mad dog. There was suspicion hidden in them. He was suspicious of anyone he could see. , what he saw, he always stared at people's necks, as if he was thinking about the simplest way to kill the people around him. Sfeldt even suspected that he had even thought of a way to escape.

But later Heigang gave him a special adaptive course, or rather psychological treatment. Fortunately, it seemed to have finally had some effect, making this brat no longer so vicious.

The day he received Kazdale's list of missing operators, Sifeldt looked at the familiar name on it and couldn't say a word for a long time.

He should feel quite happy that he finally got rid of that brat who always caused him trouble, turning him from a living person into a cold number on paper.

But Sfeldt found that he couldn't be happy. So many Black Steel operators were killed and missing every year, and many of them were Sfeldt's old acquaintances. Everyone was used to it. After all, from the day he became a security operator, everyone Know what kind of ending you will have.

There are not many people in the entire Black Steel who can live so safely that they can use their pension to buy a farm and become a farmer. They can close their eyes on the bed and recall their life.

But by the time Sfeldt came to his senses, he had already walked to the door of the Operations Department with his staff in hand.

On the way to Sfeldt, I was thinking: Do I really need to do this?This was really stupid. He knew in his heart that there was no point in going to trouble with the operations department, and it might even cause trouble for himself.

But the more he thought about it, the tighter he squeezed the staff. He felt like there was a fire in his heart, and he would never be able to settle down until he vented it out.

Sometimes there is no need for a reason to do things, and there is no rationale.

The deputy director of the operations department and his people were guarding the door. They said calm down and don't do anything stupid.

Sfeldt felt that he couldn't calm down, and his last rational thought made him let go of the staff. It turned out that Tai Chi was useless. A magician who didn't use magic was as weak as a tiger with its teeth pulled out.

He dragged his bruised and swollen face out of the operations department's door under the afternoon sun, without even being able to break in.

The limping figure looked like a down and out, defeated dog.

At that time, he was thinking that if his brother were here, he would definitely not be beaten.

But his brother is gone.