Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The next day, Kant woke up early.

Just as he was about to check his armament and make some big bombs, he heard a hurried knock on the door.

He pushed open the window and looked down, it was Hong San, the face of Aurora was full of unease, this expression came from some kind of fate that "what should come will always come, but it did come" Grateful and sigh.

how to say.

It's like a swordsman who has long been conscious of his own bloodline when he opened the zipper and saw the white light, his expression should be similar to that of Hong San at this time.

Kant's heart sank.

He asked, "Are the spirits here?"

Hong San raised his head and replied, "No."

"…"

Then you panic.

"But it's coming soon." Hong San said anxiously, "The speed of the elves marching exceeded expectations. I thought there would be at least one day of preparation, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. It shouldn't be, unless..."

He looked really panicked, and as he talked, he began to think about it to himself, completely forgetting that he was talking to Kant.

Kant frowned: "Unless what?"

Hong San was startled, then shook his head and said, "It's nothing... It's just coming, it's useless to say this."

He looked up at Kant: "Mayor Nick has sent someone and ordered me to speed up the arming and organization of troops, and to lead 800 people to the west wall before noon today to familiarize themselves with the battlefield and make preparations. Our task is to defend the west A section of the side wall…”

Speaking of which, Hong San's voice was already trembling.

War, **** war, terrible war, cruel war, is coming to this city, to thousands of weak people who have nothing to do with it.

He looked at Kant, his face changed, there was pleading, there was guilt, there was fear, and there was anxiety.

Thousands of words, but only one word: "Master..."

Kant stood by the window on the second floor, looking down at the Aurora people below. Looking down from the top, people will indeed become small and humble, so rulers and high-ranking people always want to stand on high places.

Hong San was originally a self-indulgent, small and lowly guy, and he always lived obediently.

But this time is different.

This time, Hong San's expression and posture were as small as ever... but not humble.

Kant exhaled slowly.

Then he jumped down from the second floor, landed next to Hong San, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Call the sergeant."

Kant walked straight outside.

Hong San turned his head, stared blankly at Kant's back, and suddenly wiped the corners of his eyes.

When he was beaten, he laughed, when he was insulted, he laughed, when he was ridiculed, he laughed, when he was amused, he laughed, he thought he would never cry, and he would never know what it was like to cry, because He didn't know why he was sad, but he was always optimistic and resigned, so why did he cry.

But there have been a lot of tears recently.

I cried before, and it was exposed by Kant. He was not for himself, but for those whose fate was unpredictable, for the sad fate that they could not control themselves.

And now, why are you crying?

It's weird, I don't understand.

Obviously it's a good thing, obviously Uncle Kang agreed, so he should be happy... Why did he pat him on the shoulder and want to cry when he heard three words?

He followed quickly, leaving the question behind.

This kind of thing doesn't matter, what matters is... what comes next.

The streets were full of people, just like yesterday.

Kant can still remember the scene last night. The Vidal Chamber of Commerce sent a lot of supplies, including food and drink, full meat, and a lot of sugar, so everyone smiled and indulged, not only Hong San’s His prestige climbed to a new peak, and even he, an outsider who was airborne, was instantly recognized and respected.

When Hong San came back yesterday, people looked at him as if they were looking at a god.

But today, the faith is shaken.

After the indulgence last night, when I woke up this morning, the icy air was overflowing. Sometimes, with the dull senses of human beings, I could also feel the change of the atmosphere.

The breath of war is approaching.

Men and women, young and old, all stared at Hong San with great anticipation in their eyes.

Kant watched from the sidelines, but as a military advisor who "brought back a lot of materials and has extremely high skills", he also carried some expectations, and many people also looked at him with warm peripheral vision.

He suddenly had a very strange feeling.

Because he can read people's eyes and expectations.

That silent stare represented a kind of prayer - the great three Hong, I heard that the elves are coming, let us run away, don't let me die, let me live and eat well, I ate well last night, In short, lead us to live, find another city to settle down, and get out of here.

That's probably how it feels.

Put all your expectations and hopes on one person.

He suddenly felt absurd and… unhappy.

how to say.

These people are very weak and innocent. The war should not involve them. They don't want to be involved in the war, they want to live a peaceful life, they want to live, they want to have food and clothing, they want to escape - this is human nature, It's normal, it's the instinct of living things, and they think so, it's not wrong in itself.

But they were wrong in taking such hope for granted on someone who had nothing to do with it and was just reaching out.

And... no one thought about Hong Sam's feelings.

It's just that Hong San is constantly put on fire with prayer, worship, and dependence, leaving him in a dilemma.

Looking at Hong San in front, he sighed silently.

But in this cruel world, what's the point of being right or wrong?

In such a world, right or wrong is meaningless, just as the elves will not argue with you about the right or wrong of invading Goethe, they directly send troops to attack and whitewash themselves, just as the Goethe family does not care about the right or wrong of betraying Goethe, they Get it right, and if they win, they can fake a truth too.

Right or wrong doesn't matter, what matters is whether everyone made their own heartfelt decision and was prepared to pay the price.

So, Hong Sam...is this something you really want to do?

The crowd began to riot.

Someone shouted loudly, "Mr. Hong, did the elf army come over?"

Someone else asked, "Three Hong, can we leave here?"

One after another, one after another.

"Sir, are we going to defend the city? Are we going to fight the elves?"

"My lord, the elf army is terrible..."

"grown ups…"

"grown ups…"

Doubts are spreading, people are waiting, waiting for Hong San to say a word.

Kant glanced at the crowd and sneered in his heart, because Chen, Song, Huang and other leaders were like quails, with their heads huddled and silent, they all had ambitions and were eager to take this opportunity to make achievements, but they were in front of Hong San. Fighting with all his strength, but at this time, he shrank his head and said nothing.

It is to let Hong San be the villain, break everyone's illusions, and announce the bad news.

Oh shit.

When Kant thought of this, his heart was even more unhappy. Just as he was about to speak, Hong San grabbed him.

He turned his head, looked at Kant, and smiled.

Then he said, "Brothers and sisters, children, elders, everyone be quiet."

Relying on his usual prestige, the commotion ceased, and everyone closed their mouths. Hong San took a deep breath and said, "Everyone already knows about the attack of the elves. Fear, but feasts do not come every day, today has its own sorrows, I can tell you clearly, we can't leave, and we have to fight for this city."

As if stones were thrown from the calm lake, the crowd instantly boiled.

"We refuse!"

"This is not our home! This is not our fight!"

"We don't want to fight! That's elves! We can't fight it! We'll die!"

"We're leaving here! Lord, please take us away!"

The crowd was turbulent.

Kant saw that a trace of bitterness flashed in Hong San's eyes.

Facts have proved that at the juncture of life and death, in the face of danger, and under the circumstance that vital interests are damaged, any leader, Hong three people, and respect and admiration are all false.

The reason why they gathered together and followed Hong San was just to find a powerful protector.

That's all.

When the protector can no longer protect them, can no longer guarantee their interests, then the reverence and loyalty like a castle in the air will crumble, and even threaten to collapse.

Hong San was drowned out by such noises. From all directions, there were questions, protests, and objections, which caught him off guard and shook his heart—he may have been prepared, but when all this broke out, he still felt at a loss. Or rather, heartache.

Some excited people had already squeezed in not far from Hong San, shouting at him.

Ironically, yesterday, this person's cheers were perhaps the loudest and loudest.

Kant even thought it was a bit funny - why, these weak ordinary people, can ignore everything Hong San has done before, and yell at this powerful protector, turning his face and not recognizing anyone.

But soon, he understood.

The street exploded, magic brilliance flashed, and everyone turned back in fright. A young officer was wearing armor, holding a sword, riding a warhorse, and beside him, a blue-robed mage put down his staff.

Behind the officer, followed by a team of heavily armed cavalry.

The officer rushed forward, the horses neighed, and the people in the street retreated to both sides in fear.

The officer waved his long sword, rushed forward without hesitation, and said sharply to the people around him: "Want to leave? The four doors are closed, so you can't get in, and force the door to kill without mercy! door!"

His eyes were sharp, and he glanced around: "Don't want to fight? Don't want to fight for Valentine? The place where you live is given to you by the city master, and the food you eat is given to you by the city, here you eat and drink for nothing. Bai Zhu, the elves are calling, and I want to change the place to continue cheating, how can there be such a cheap thing?"

"I tell you, no one can get out! The elves break the city, and everyone must die! Since they must die, then everyone must die in battle! This is a military order! Those who do not obey will all die!"

"You stinky beggars, remember it all for me, listen to the dispatch, fight to the death, defend the city, and you will survive! If you can't defend, you will all die! Still want to leave? The elves are coming, even if you run away. If you go out, you will have to be captured by the elf scouts and be severely tortured, which is also a death!"

"I'll die here, in Valentine, hear me?"

"Are you trying to hide? Hide in a corner of the city? I tell you, it's useless! You scumbags from outside, can you hide in this city? Whoever reports you will get a reward, which one There is a place for the defense of the city to be exempted at home, you can hide, if I catch you, I will strip you!"

The roar of the officer resounded in the street.

The cavalry had their swords unsheathed, their armors splendid, and the mages' staffs shone with the brilliance of the elements.

"Aren't you satisfied? Come on, I'm right here, pull me off my horse, kill me, and kill me, don't you have the ability? Don't you want to fight for this city? Then rush out! Come on! !"

Jian Feng pointed, everyone backed up subconsciously.

People kept their mouths shut and said nothing. Those who dared to shout at the famous Hong San, who had won many battles, remained silent in the face of a small Goethe officer.

There is absolutely no previous momentum.

They even subconsciously peeked at Hong San, expecting their leader, the adults they were following, to come forward and fight against this domineering Goethe officer.

The street was very quiet, very quiet, and the previous crowd was like a hallucination.

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PS1: The second update, 3,500 words, ah, go to sleep.