Longmen Memoirs

The electronic clock in the ward slowly passed along with his words, those experiments, training, fighting in the black wall, the dead 052, and the living but dead 013.

In the future, Chen Mo, who continued to live in place of 013, came to Black Steel, and then this was the story that Sfeldt knew.

He never talked about this with others. There was always something between him and others.

He doesn't want the next person to look like 052 again.

"You don't understand that feeling, Brother Si. You keep killing people just to stay alive. Non-stop. There is no time. There is no end in sight. Once you get used to breathing with your eyes open and getting used to the separation of flesh and blood, no one will care about your life or death. No one will care about you." People will come to speak for you, and no one will come to save you. You can only care about yourself, so in the end, you are not even sure whether you are still alive. You are numb, cold, and mechanical. You build a relationship with your own hands. You trust him, entrust him, and kill him, it's like killing another self and becoming a living ghost."

The person on the bed suddenly laughed without making any sound.

"But the most ridiculous thing is that when you look back, you find that you brought it on yourself."

Sfeldt was silent for a long time.

"So?" he asked.

"In order to find a place for you, I was demoted, lost my official position, offended everyone in the operations department, and worked hard to come here for more than a year."

"Chen Mo, you brat, you want to scare me back with just these few words, it's not that easy."

He stood up with a smile, leaned down, his smile softened, stretched out his left hand around Chen Mo's neck, and pressed his forehead against Chen Mo's.

"Remember, we are brothers. No matter what you have done in the past, as long as you say a word, I will stand by your side. No matter how stupid you are, I will accompany you to make stupid mistakes. If you do If we make a mistake, we will bear it together. If you have a hurdle that you can't get over, I will push you over."

There was pride in his words, and he let go of his hand, looking at Chen Mo with a tired face, and his blue eyes reflected Chen Mo's appearance.

"What do you mean by brothers? This is what you call brothers! What is loyalty? This is what you call loyalty!"

"Brother Si, would you like to show some face?"

Chen Mo stretched out his hand and pushed Sifield away.

"I am not 052, and you are not 013 now. You are Chen Mo, a snake, my brother, and someone worthy of my life to find you."

"Brother Si, I'm a good-for-nothing. I don't have much ability, and I'm not a big shot. But as long as you say a word, even if you go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, Si Feilte is not a good man if he dares to even blink his eyebrows."

His words seemed like a promise, although he didn't actually promise anything, but Chen Mo thought of 052, and then thought of Sfeldt in front of him.

Perhaps there was a moment when Chen Mo saw the shadow of 052 in Sfeldt, the Ursus boy who was buried in the snow by his own hands.

But Chen Mo is no longer 013, and Schiffer is no longer 052.

"Thanks, Brother Si."

"You're welcome, aren't you?"

Chapter 4 Mudstone, my lieutenant

A strange Philin came to the temporary camp of Sakaz mercenaries during the retreat plan. The sentry at the camp discovered him. He did not conflict with the sentry. He explained that he was entrusted by someone to carry a box containing a handle. The old knife, he said, was a token.

The mercenaries brought him to the mudstone.

Ni Yan recognized the heavy knife and confirmed his identity, but out of caution, Ni Yan had no intention of letting him go.

He seemed to have noticed this, and he said that he could only tell Ni Yan to one person.

The mercenaries leave.

Mu Yan asked him about the owner of this weapon, and he took out a letter from his arms. He said that this was his purpose, that he was here to deliver the letter for others, and that he didn't know anything else.

Mud Yan took the letter, the notes were familiar, and the officer could not write Sakaz script.

[Mudstone:

When you saw this letter, I was on my way out of Kazdaele. I just thought about it for a while and decided to write this letter to you.

I will tell you something in the letter to facilitate your future actions.

Before we accepted the operation commissioned by Salzburg, I had discussed with someone about two outcomes of this operation. One was that we would be ambushed, and the other was that everything went well.

Obviously, it seems that the result is the former【

As you may think now, this operation is a test, and we are the bait used to test it. In fact, even if there is no such operation, there may be another one, and the next time.

There are spies of Tresis lurking inside the Tower of Babel. They have noticed that there are people in Kazdel who are in contact with the Tower of Babel. Fortunately, they are not aware of the existence of Li Court and only think that we are loyal to the Tower of Babel. Mercenary organization, this is exactly what we decided to use as mercenaries to cover up our purpose.

The communication methods and intelligence network we maintained with Babel in the past can no longer be used. Until Babel does not take this opportunity to clean up the spies and establish effective preventive measures, Askaron is no longer worthy of trust.

In fact, we all know that it is impossible to clean up spies, and it is impossible not to be detected. We just need a reasonable reason to divert the attention of those people while cleaning up spies, and use Askaron's identity to remove the spies. Ting's figure was removed from the Tower of Babel's intelligence network and was hidden deeper. The Tower of Babel's target was too huge and obvious, and there were countless people staring at it in the shadows.

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We can't take this risk.

But leaving the court still requires the support of the Tower of Babel. Without the Tower of Babel, we will lose our greatest support and become rootless duckweeds. The Tower of Babel will also lose the means to understand the internal situation in Kazdaele in a timely manner and fall into a dark cloud. Those who rely on it will Neither the lords nor the nobles at the Tower of Babel could be trusted.

So I will leave you an address in the letter. Follow the address to meet the person at the address. No matter when and where, that person is worthy of leaving the court and trusting her. She will tell you how to continue to have a relationship with the Tower of Babel. Contact, what to do.

If she asks about my whereabouts, answer her. I have never forgotten her confession.

Your Highness is now trying to reunite the nobles and clans of Kazdaele who are willing to support her, and is looking for everything needed to support this war, but you have to know that we have many enemies. They are lurking in the darkness, always watching the Tower of Babel and Your Highness, the situation at the Tower of Babel is not as stable and peaceful as it seems.

Therefore, we must ensure the safety of Her Highness, ensure that she will not fall into conspiracies and traps, and ensure that her will can always be transmitted to the city and desk where it should reach.

To do what I said, we must first ensure ourselves.

It's hard, but we have to do it.

Mud Rock, Li Court is not an organization that cannot function because of the loss of someone. It is neither a mercenary group wandering around Kazdare for money, nor a spy network that simply collects intelligence.

It can be anyone, any form, any organization, but it can’t be just those things.

I had expected the failure of this operation. Mercenaries are never the purpose of leaving the court, they are the means, so I took advantage of this opportunity when the outside world thought we had failed to demobilize some of my men and spread them out to every Kazdale. Within the mercenary group, any possible position in each city.

We are not the only ones doing these things. When we left Grai, I ordered another group of people to leave with us. You may not know why I let the Tower of Babel leave with Grai, and why I attached so much importance to this city. I watched New Gray being built, and I followed every step, every measure.

Because we need such a city, such a base, and a cornerstone, and put it in the hands of those who can guarantee it, I spent a lot of energy to establish an immature concept in His Highness's heart, just to have such a place. .

And now, there are still people in Gray who are secretly heading to the Kazdaele cities.

Some of them are fugitives, some are refugees, some are skilled workers, some are down-and-out nobles, and some are Sakaz who have returned to Kazdaele from abroad.

They were trained in Grai, accepted Grai's philosophy, and traveled to various parts of Kazdaele.

They come from all walks of life, and maybe some of them don't know each other's identities, but they are also out of court.

They are inside and you are outside.

The specific directory and roster are only in the hands of me and someone in the Tower of Babel, and now you are the third person to know this secret.

Mudstone, my dear lieutenant.

I can see your confusion and discomfort.

You have asked me many times how to save Sarkaz and Kazdaele. I have given you many answers, but those answers are too far away.

If you want to change Kazdaele, you must first resolve the chaos caused by the many Sakaz mercenary groups, resolve the battles and grievances between the cities, and resolve the interference of forces lurking behind the lords.

This can't be achieved by just killing a few people and wiping out a few mercenaries.

But we still need these, we need more than just these.

We need time, opportunity, manpower, intelligence, and money and promises. Timing can be created, manpower can be cultivated, and intelligence can be collected. Money and promises have the Tower of Babel and His Highness, but time cannot.

Time is never enough, and mudstone is always indispensable.

It takes time for children to grow up, time to learn knowledge, time to correct mistakes, make up for regrets, and time for fruits to mature.

Each of us must become a hunter, learn to wait, and have enough patience to lie dormant until we have a fatal blow. We have too many opponents, too many enemies, and too many uncertainties to face.

And now, I can't do more, because your commander, I have done everything I can do now. Your commander, I am not powerful enough to control time.

Mudyan, my beautiful Sakaz girl, you are not a weak person. You have to remember that the battle in the court may not be noble, upright, or bright, but we are never alone, nor confused, nor fragile. .

We are the shadows that bring decaying fear to Kazdaele, we are the vicious dogs that stare at the rotten flesh of Sarkaz, we are also the swords hanging above the cities, ordinary people in the streets, secrets in the municipal government, Kazdaele The watchman of the long dark night.

We can be, why not, if we can do it, if Kazdare and Sakaz need it, of course we can.

We don’t need to be afraid of the darkness or the uncertainty of the road ahead, we will go there together.

No one can see the future, Mud Rock, so we live in the present.

In the past, there were countless Sakaz who were determined to change Kazdaele, but some of them only held this idea but left in disappointment, some died on this road in silence, and some were forced by reality to gradually change their original self. idea.

Mudstone, ideals are important, but more important are effective means, otherwise ideals will become empty talk.

The war in Kazdaele brought weakness and death, but it also gave Kazdaele the opportunity to clear away the disease. Suffering can easily destroy a person, but it can also sharpen a person, achieve her, and make her become as strong as steel. warrior.

Liting is the eyes of the Tower of Babel, and the Tower of Babel is the head of Liting. And those people lurking in the city, they are your eyes, and you are their heads.

I hope that one day in the future, the ideals of you Sakaz people will finally be realized, and Kazdaele will finally usher in its revival. There will be no wandering, no war, and no suffering in this land. We are doing this, Try this.

This is the purpose of everyone in the court.

I know you are not used to being a leader, and I am not generous enough to give Li Ting to you as your commander, but my adjutant, before I come back, Li Ting will be in your hands, just like we once did While in Gray.

Don't look unconfident, no one is born knowing everything, everyone needs to grow, and this is a command, not a request. 】

Ni Yan slowly put away the letter. Feilin was waiting in front of her, looking at her curiously. The strange look puzzled Ni Yan, so he came over.

"What was written in the letter?" The familiarity was so familiar that it made people uncomfortable.

"You haven't seen it?"

"Of course I haven't seen it. I'm not stupid. If I had seen it, would you let me go?" He said matter-of-factly.

"Is the owner of my... letter okay?" Ni Yan asked.

"Okay."

"That's good."

"Whatever you want to tell him, I can convey it to you, or write a reply and I will bring it to her for you."

Mud Rock hesitated and refused.

"No." She folded the letter and said, "I know his character very well. Since he is willing to let you send this letter, it means that he trusts you. You don't need to test me. I don't mean to embarrass you. If you If you have nothing else to do, you can leave at any time.”

Sfeldt breathed a sigh of relief.

When he left the Sakaz camp, he was still wondering if he had been tricked.

The bastard said that he wanted to do him a favor.

People like Si Feierte immediately sensed that there was something wrong. Generally speaking, it's not a good thing. But how can I put it? Even if Brother Si is shameless and shameless, he just said such a big thing. Brother Si couldn't refuse the bold words that came out of nowhere.

"I can't trust other people." Chen Mo said.

Jeansfeldt didn't even have the excuse to say he wasn't feeling well.

He probably did it on purpose. He said a lot of sensational words and just waited here for Brother Si to fall into the trap. That bastard was so bad in the past. I don’t know who he learned it from. He couldn’t hold back two words for a long time. I finally managed to say something, but I couldn't find a single honest sentence in my mouth.

Sfeldt looked back at the camp in the distance, and could vaguely see the bonfire lit in the camp.

After two years of not seeing each other, the silent snake also had his own subordinates. Sfeldt knew that such a day would eventually come, but it was still too fast. It was only the next time we saw each other, as if it was so far away after several years. , the brat wearing a gray trainee uniform in his memory almost turned into a somewhat strange person.

There were so many things happening that he didn't know about, which made people feel confused.

He knew that Black Steel couldn't keep the snake, and he also knew that the snake would come back here one day, but some things were like this. He knew that nothing could be changed but he still wanted to do it. He knew that it would still end up like this, but he still couldn't bear it. I wanted to reach out and give him a hand.

Because that brat needs this hand, because that brat is lonely and has no one to love or care about.

If no one is watching him, he may really be deceived by these Sakaz people into selling his life for them, even if his life is not worth a lot of money.

He didn't even know what he was doing. There were so many people who wanted to achieve success, but how many of them could really wait until that day. In the words of Yan Guo, if one general achieves great success, then ten thousand bones will wither. Who is the general?Who is dry again?

Sfeldt has read a lot of martial arts novels, and those novels can be summed up in one sentence: the heroes come and go, high-spirited, but there are only two or three heroes who come and go.

The young magician thought as he gradually walked away with his staff.

What is a more suitable place than Kazdaele? It is full of chaos and opportunities, and life is harder than death.

Chapter 5 I was also a boy once

Sfeldt's eyes became quite strange after he came back from the Sakaz camp. He wanted to ask questions several times, but in the end he endured it and just looked at Chen Mo from time to time with a strange but understandable look.

Chen Mo knew that he might be thinking of something wrong, because he had seen that look before when he talked about Foxtail.

He probably couldn't imagine how shocked Brother Si was when he saw the heavily armored man taking off his helmet in the Sakaz camp to reveal a beautiful female face.

No wonder this kid loves Shu so much.