Chapter 651
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July 15, 620 BC.
Britannia Empire, the ligasos mountains, somewhere at the foot of the mountain.
It's a hot summer.
The air is full of dust and hot smell. The chirp of cicadas seems to be on the far side and beside people, fuzzy and clear.
Under the clear sky, a carriage rattled slowly.
It came from pandragon, the capital of the Empire, all the way north and straight to the ligasos mountains.
The driver was a 16-year-old or 7-year-old young man with a childish look unique to teenagers.
Although he is very young, he is very experienced in driving. He knows the way to resist the horse. His hand holding the reins has been stable without a trace of trembling.
"It's so hot..."
While wiping the sweat on his forehead, the young man murmured about the hot ghost weather.
The scorching sun, in such weather, when you look around, the scenery you can see is attached to the heat wave filter, and the world seems to be melting into a viscous liquid.
Just then, the young man's eyes brightened: not far from him, there was a clear stream flowing.
Seeing such a clear stream flowing, the young man immediately drove his carriage to the side, unloaded his horse from the carriage and led his horse to the stream.
When he asked his horse to drink water, the young man also picked up handfuls of water and drank it. By the way, he filled his nearly empty kettle with water.
"Young man, are you traveling here?" An old voice suddenly came from behind the young man.
The young man immediately turned around and saw an old man in ordinary clothes standing behind him with a smile.
The young man saluted the old man and replied very politely:
"I'm a student of the national Royal College. I came here specially. It's also a tourist."
"Students at the national Royal College?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "It seems that you are still a top student."
"I'm far from being a top student or something." The young man was modest.
"Ha ha ha." The old man laughed and stroked his short beard, "although I'm just a hick. But I still know what grade the national Royal College is. "
"It is often said that only monsters can enter the national Royal College. Only a small group of the best young people in the Empire had the opportunity to enter the national Royal College. I can't imagine that a country like me can still welcome the proud son of the emperor of our empire. I really didn't expect it. "
"But - you just said you came here to travel, so I can only say you came to the wrong place. It's just a boring place without any specialties and scenic spots. It's not suitable for tourism. "
"I'm not here to see scenic spots and buy specialties." The young man smiled at the old man, "I'm here to see a cemetery."
The old man raised his eyebrows: "cemetery?"
"Well, yes." The young man nodded. "I'm here to see the cemetery of the more than 200 soldiers who would rather die than surrender in the battle of saromanda more than 300 years ago."
"In the previous history class, the history teacher told us about the battle more than 300 years ago."
"I am very interested in this history and the soldiers who choose to fight the britannians to the end, so I plan to come here to see the cemeteries of these 200 soldiers during the holiday."
After listening to the young man, the old man paused.
Then he showed a faint smile:
"Young man, you really hit me right. Have you ever heard of Lugar? "
"Of course I have." The young man replied without thinking, "Mr. luge's name always appears in history textbooks and teachers."
"After Deng jiaerge became a servant of the lake people, Mr. luge has been committed to the development of the lake people and the integration of the britannians and the lake people, and has made outstanding contributions to this end."
The old man smiled and nodded: "good. The reason why I just said you were right when you met me is because - I am the offspring of luge. "
"Really?" The young man looked surprised and happy.
"Well, really." The old man nodded with a smile, "I am indeed the descendant of luge. Our family has lived here for generations and guarded the cemetery where the soldiers who fought to the last moment are buried for generations. If you are interested in that cemetery, I can show you now. "
"Really? Then dare you ask your husband to lead the way! "
When the old man showed the young man the way, the old man kept telling the young man:
"As early as my grandfather's generation, almost no one came to worship the people buried in that cemetery."
"When the two ethnic groups have long been integrated and separated from each other, the imperial government is embarrassed to mention more about the deeds of the soldiers who resisted to the end, so it doesn't mention much about this history, so fewer and fewer people remember them and worship them."
Speaking of this, the old man's tone has gradually appeared some pathetic color.
The young man behind the old man said with a bitter smile:
"I understand. My history textbooks and history teachers don't evaluate these soldiers very well. Although they praised their bravery, they also called them reckless men who had no plan and disobeyed the integration of the two peoples of Britannia and lake. "
"But I don't think so."
The young man said positively.
"More than 300 years ago, the britannians and the lake people were two completely different races, so I think - those who chose to resist in the face of alien invasion are real soldiers! They do not disgrace the name of soldiers! They are a group of warriors worthy of everyone's respect! "
"Ha ha ha." The old man stroked the short beard on his chin, "what a coincidence. I think so, too. They are all real warriors! Here we are. This is the cemetery of the soldiers. "
In front of them is a large cemetery filled with tombstones.
The young man looked around and made a confused "eh".
"Sir, how do I feel that there are more than 200 tombstones here?"
"Yes, there are more than 200 seats. After the saromanda battle, the surviving lake people, under the leadership of luge, spontaneously went to look for the bodies of other soldiers who died in the war, such as the bodies of soldiers in Koran, and then buried them in this cemetery. "
"The imperial government at that time acquiesced in this practice."
"After the bodies of a number of war dead were recovered, the number of tombstones in the cemetery became 386, but there were still some soldiers whose bodies could not be found. If all the bodies can be called back, there should be 5 or 600 tombstones here. "
"Well..." the young man whispered, "what a pity... There are so many people whose bodies can't be found, not even a grave..."
"Ha ha ha, there's nothing to regret." The old man smiled quietly and looked at the ligasos mountain in front of them, "why do you have to set up a grave? They fought to the last minute to guard the tribe they were loyal to. Although they were defeated, where could they not bury their loyal bones? "
After listening to the old man, the young man was a little stunned.
Then he smiled: "well, that's right."
The young man untied the cloth bag he had been carrying behind him.
The cloth bag was full of white flowers he had already prepared.
The old man accompanied the young man and put the white flowers in front of each tombstone.
"Sir, these tombstones seem to have words on them. Is this the words of the lake people?"
"Well, yes."
Speaking of this, the old man smiled bitterly and then continued:
"There are fewer and fewer people who can speak Lake language and recognize the words of our lake people. Everyone can only speak more convenient Britannia. I don't know if our lake language will be lost in the future."
"Sir, the words on the tombstone seem to be newly engraved. Did you engrave them?"
"Well, that's right. After all, the words on the tombstone will disappear if you don't engrave them often. "
The old man stopped suddenly, and then nuzui a tombstone just in front of the young man.
"Now the owner of the tombstone in front of you is amazing."
"The owner of this tombstone, named Moka, was my ancestor luge's best friend at that time. It was also the youngest of the soldiers who chose to resist in the end at that time. He was only 16 years old at that time. "
"Although young, he has a good bow skill and has made remarkable achievements."
"Then did you see the tombstone next to mocha?"
"The owner of this tombstone is a woman named Lou."
"It is said that after Moka's body was buried here, Lou would come here every day to offer flowers to Moka in front of Moka's tombstone until she died of illness."
"Everyone was moved by Lou's feelings for Moka, so after she died of illness, she was buried next to Moka."
"It's a pity. Lucy always liked Moka, but until he died, she couldn't show her heart to Moka. "
"It's said - Moka, he also has a high degree of affection for Lou, but he doesn't know whether it's true or false."
"If this is true, it's a pity." The young man answered with a wry smile, "a pair of people who like each other, but they didn't express each other's intentions to each other until the end..."
……
……
After the young man offered flowers to each tombstone and worshipped them one by one, the old man said to the young man:
"Young man, if you are interested in these soldiers and the story of the saromanda battle 300 years ago, you might as well stay here for a few more days and live in my house. My village is not far from here."
"The villagers in the village are descendants of the lake people who moved down from the mountain more than 300 years ago. Everyone knows more about the battle 300 years ago and the deeds of these soldiers than history books."
"In that case, I'll bother you, sir!" The young man agreed with a happy face.
"Well, I'll take you to my house now. But before that, you'd better tell me your name first. It's not good to call you a young man all the time. "
"No problem." The young man smiled, "my name is Austin Sue. Just call me Austin, sir."
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July 15, 620 BC.
Britannia Empire, the ligasos mountains, somewhere at the foot of the mountain.
It's a hot summer.
The air is full of dust and hot smell. The chirp of cicadas seems to be on the far side and beside people, fuzzy and clear.
Under the clear sky, a carriage rattled slowly.
It came from pandragon, the capital of the Empire, all the way north and straight to the ligasos mountains.
The driver was a 16-year-old or 7-year-old young man with a childish look unique to teenagers.
Although he is very young, he is very experienced in driving. He knows the way to resist the horse. His hand holding the reins has been stable without a trace of trembling.
"It's so hot..."
While wiping the sweat on his forehead, the young man murmured about the hot ghost weather.
The scorching sun, in such weather, when you look around, the scenery you can see is attached to the heat wave filter, and the world seems to be melting into a viscous liquid.
Just then, the young man's eyes brightened: not far from him, there was a clear stream flowing.
Seeing such a clear stream flowing, the young man immediately drove his carriage to the side, unloaded his horse from the carriage and led his horse to the stream.
When he asked his horse to drink water, the young man also picked up handfuls of water and drank it. By the way, he filled his nearly empty kettle with water.
"Young man, are you traveling here?" An old voice suddenly came from behind the young man.
The young man immediately turned around and saw an old man in ordinary clothes standing behind him with a smile.
The young man saluted the old man and replied very politely:
"I'm a student of the national Royal College. I came here specially. It's also a tourist."
"Students at the national Royal College?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "It seems that you are still a top student."
"I'm far from being a top student or something." The young man was modest.
"Ha ha ha." The old man laughed and stroked his short beard, "although I'm just a hick. But I still know what grade the national Royal College is. "
"It is often said that only monsters can enter the national Royal College. Only a small group of the best young people in the Empire had the opportunity to enter the national Royal College. I can't imagine that a country like me can still welcome the proud son of the emperor of our empire. I really didn't expect it. "
"But - you just said you came here to travel, so I can only say you came to the wrong place. It's just a boring place without any specialties and scenic spots. It's not suitable for tourism. "
"I'm not here to see scenic spots and buy specialties." The young man smiled at the old man, "I'm here to see a cemetery."
The old man raised his eyebrows: "cemetery?"
"Well, yes." The young man nodded. "I'm here to see the cemetery of the more than 200 soldiers who would rather die than surrender in the battle of saromanda more than 300 years ago."
"In the previous history class, the history teacher told us about the battle more than 300 years ago."
"I am very interested in this history and the soldiers who choose to fight the britannians to the end, so I plan to come here to see the cemeteries of these 200 soldiers during the holiday."
After listening to the young man, the old man paused.
Then he showed a faint smile:
"Young man, you really hit me right. Have you ever heard of Lugar? "
"Of course I have." The young man replied without thinking, "Mr. luge's name always appears in history textbooks and teachers."
"After Deng jiaerge became a servant of the lake people, Mr. luge has been committed to the development of the lake people and the integration of the britannians and the lake people, and has made outstanding contributions to this end."
The old man smiled and nodded: "good. The reason why I just said you were right when you met me is because - I am the offspring of luge. "
"Really?" The young man looked surprised and happy.
"Well, really." The old man nodded with a smile, "I am indeed the descendant of luge. Our family has lived here for generations and guarded the cemetery where the soldiers who fought to the last moment are buried for generations. If you are interested in that cemetery, I can show you now. "
"Really? Then dare you ask your husband to lead the way! "
When the old man showed the young man the way, the old man kept telling the young man:
"As early as my grandfather's generation, almost no one came to worship the people buried in that cemetery."
"When the two ethnic groups have long been integrated and separated from each other, the imperial government is embarrassed to mention more about the deeds of the soldiers who resisted to the end, so it doesn't mention much about this history, so fewer and fewer people remember them and worship them."
Speaking of this, the old man's tone has gradually appeared some pathetic color.
The young man behind the old man said with a bitter smile:
"I understand. My history textbooks and history teachers don't evaluate these soldiers very well. Although they praised their bravery, they also called them reckless men who had no plan and disobeyed the integration of the two peoples of Britannia and lake. "
"But I don't think so."
The young man said positively.
"More than 300 years ago, the britannians and the lake people were two completely different races, so I think - those who chose to resist in the face of alien invasion are real soldiers! They do not disgrace the name of soldiers! They are a group of warriors worthy of everyone's respect! "
"Ha ha ha." The old man stroked the short beard on his chin, "what a coincidence. I think so, too. They are all real warriors! Here we are. This is the cemetery of the soldiers. "
In front of them is a large cemetery filled with tombstones.
The young man looked around and made a confused "eh".
"Sir, how do I feel that there are more than 200 tombstones here?"
"Yes, there are more than 200 seats. After the saromanda battle, the surviving lake people, under the leadership of luge, spontaneously went to look for the bodies of other soldiers who died in the war, such as the bodies of soldiers in Koran, and then buried them in this cemetery. "
"The imperial government at that time acquiesced in this practice."
"After the bodies of a number of war dead were recovered, the number of tombstones in the cemetery became 386, but there were still some soldiers whose bodies could not be found. If all the bodies can be called back, there should be 5 or 600 tombstones here. "
"Well..." the young man whispered, "what a pity... There are so many people whose bodies can't be found, not even a grave..."
"Ha ha ha, there's nothing to regret." The old man smiled quietly and looked at the ligasos mountain in front of them, "why do you have to set up a grave? They fought to the last minute to guard the tribe they were loyal to. Although they were defeated, where could they not bury their loyal bones? "
After listening to the old man, the young man was a little stunned.
Then he smiled: "well, that's right."
The young man untied the cloth bag he had been carrying behind him.
The cloth bag was full of white flowers he had already prepared.
The old man accompanied the young man and put the white flowers in front of each tombstone.
"Sir, these tombstones seem to have words on them. Is this the words of the lake people?"
"Well, yes."
Speaking of this, the old man smiled bitterly and then continued:
"There are fewer and fewer people who can speak Lake language and recognize the words of our lake people. Everyone can only speak more convenient Britannia. I don't know if our lake language will be lost in the future."
"Sir, the words on the tombstone seem to be newly engraved. Did you engrave them?"
"Well, that's right. After all, the words on the tombstone will disappear if you don't engrave them often. "
The old man stopped suddenly, and then nuzui a tombstone just in front of the young man.
"Now the owner of the tombstone in front of you is amazing."
"The owner of this tombstone, named Moka, was my ancestor luge's best friend at that time. It was also the youngest of the soldiers who chose to resist in the end at that time. He was only 16 years old at that time. "
"Although young, he has a good bow skill and has made remarkable achievements."
"Then did you see the tombstone next to mocha?"
"The owner of this tombstone is a woman named Lou."
"It is said that after Moka's body was buried here, Lou would come here every day to offer flowers to Moka in front of Moka's tombstone until she died of illness."
"Everyone was moved by Lou's feelings for Moka, so after she died of illness, she was buried next to Moka."
"It's a pity. Lucy always liked Moka, but until he died, she couldn't show her heart to Moka. "
"It's said - Moka, he also has a high degree of affection for Lou, but he doesn't know whether it's true or false."
"If this is true, it's a pity." The young man answered with a wry smile, "a pair of people who like each other, but they didn't express each other's intentions to each other until the end..."
……
……
After the young man offered flowers to each tombstone and worshipped them one by one, the old man said to the young man:
"Young man, if you are interested in these soldiers and the story of the saromanda battle 300 years ago, you might as well stay here for a few more days and live in my house. My village is not far from here."
"The villagers in the village are descendants of the lake people who moved down from the mountain more than 300 years ago. Everyone knows more about the battle 300 years ago and the deeds of these soldiers than history books."
"In that case, I'll bother you, sir!" The young man agreed with a happy face.
"Well, I'll take you to my house now. But before that, you'd better tell me your name first. It's not good to call you a young man all the time. "
"No problem." The young man smiled, "my name is Austin Sue. Just call me Austin, sir."
July 15, 620 BC.Britannia Empire, the ligasos mountains, somewhere at the foot of the mountain.It's a hot summer.The air is full of dust and hot smell. The chirp of cicadas seems to be on the far side and beside people, fuzzy and clear.Under the clear sky, a carriage rattled slowly.It came from pandragon, the capital of the Empire, all the way north and straight to the ligasos mountains.The driver was a 16-year-old or 7-year-old young man with a childish look unique to teenagers.Although he is very young, he is very experienced in driving. He knows the way to resist the horse. His hand holding the reins has been stable without a trace of trembling."It's so hot..."While wiping the sweat on his forehead, the young man murmured about the hot ghost weather.The scorching sun, in such weather, when you look around, the scenery you can see is attached to the heat wave filter, and the world seems to be melting into a viscous liquid.Just then, the young man's eyes brightened: not far from him, there was a clear stream flowing.Seeing such a clear stream flowing, the young man immediately drove his carriage to the side, unloaded his horse from the carriage and led his horse to the stream.When he asked his horse to drink water, the young man also picked up handfuls of water and drank it. By the way, he filled his nearly empty kettle with water."Young man, are you traveling here?" An old voice suddenly came from behind the young man.The young man immediately turned around and saw an old man in ordinary clothes standing behind him with a smile.The young man saluted the old man and replied very politely:"I'm a student of the national Royal College. I came here specially. It's also a tourist.""Students at the national Royal College?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "It seems that you are still a top student.""I'm far from being a top student or something." The young man was modest."Ha ha ha." The old man laughed and stroked his short beard, "although I'm just a hick. But I still know what grade the national Royal College is. ""It is often said that only monsters can enter the national Royal College. Only a small group of the best young people in the Empire had the opportunity to enter the national Royal College. I can't imagine that a country like me can still welcome the proud son of the emperor of our empire. I really didn't expect it. ""But - you just said you came here to travel, so I can only say you came to the wrong place. It's just a boring place without any specialties and scenic spots. It's not suitable for tourism. ""I'm not here to see scenic spots and buy specialties." The young man smiled at the old man, "I'm here to see a cemetery."The old man raised his eyebrows: "cemetery?""Well, yes." The young man nodded. "I'm here to see the cemetery of the more than 200 soldiers who would rather die than surrender in the battle of saromanda more than 300 years ago.""In the previous history class, the history teacher told us about the battle more than 300 years ago.""I am very interested in this history and the soldiers who choose to fight the britannians to the end, so I plan to come here to see the cemeteries of these 200 soldiers during the holiday."After listening to the young man, the old man paused.Then he showed a faint smile:"Young man, you really hit me right. Have you ever heard of Lugar? ""Of course I have." The young man replied without thinking, "Mr. luge's name always appears in history textbooks and teachers.""After Deng jiaerge became a servant of the lake people, Mr. luge has been committed to the development of the lake people and the integration of the britannians and the lake people, and has made outstanding contributions to this end."The old man smiled and nodded: "good. The reason why I just said you were right when you met me is because - I am the offspring of luge. ""Really?" The young man looked surprised and happy."Well, really." The old man nodded with a smile, "I am indeed the descendant of luge. Our family has lived here for generations and guarded the cemetery where the soldiers who fought to the last moment are buried for generations. If you are interested in that cemetery, I can show you now. ""Really? Then dare you ask your husband to lead the way! "When the old man showed the young man the way, the old man kept telling the young man:"As early as my grandfather's generation, almost no one came to worship the people buried in that cemetery.""When the two ethnic groups have long been integrated and separated from each other, the imperial government is embarrassed to mention more about the deeds of the soldiers who resisted to the end, so it doesn't mention much about this history, so fewer and fewer people remember them and worship them."Speaking of this, the old man's tone has gradually appeared some pathetic color.The young man behind the old man said with a bitter smile:"I understand. My history textbooks and history teachers don't evaluate these soldiers very well. Although they praised their bravery, they also called them reckless men who had no plan and disobeyed the integration of the two peoples of Britannia and lake. ""But I don't think so."The young man said positively."More than 300 years ago, the britannians and the lake people were two completely different races, so I think - those who chose to resist in the face of alien invasion are real soldiers! They do not disgrace the name of soldiers! They are a group of warriors worthy of everyone's respect! ""Ha ha ha." The old man stroked the short beard on his chin, "what a coincidence. I think so, too. They are all real warriors! Here we are. This is the cemetery of the soldiers. "In front of them is a large cemetery filled with tombstones.The young man looked around and made a confused "eh"."Sir, how do I feel that there are more than 200 tombstones here?""Yes, there are more than 200 seats. After the saromanda battle, the surviving lake people, under the leadership of luge, spontaneously went to look for the bodies of other soldiers who died in the war, such as the bodies of soldiers in Koran, and then buried them in this cemetery. ""The imperial government at that time acquiesced in this practice.""After the bodies of a number of war dead were recovered, the number of tombstones in the cemetery became 386, but there were still some soldiers whose bodies could not be found. If all the bodies can be called back, there should be 5 or 600 tombstones here. ""Well..." the young man whispered, "what a pity... There are so many people whose bodies can't be found, not even a grave...""Ha ha ha, there's nothing to regret." The old man smiled quietly and looked at the ligasos mountain in front of them, "why do you have to set up a grave? They fought to the last minute to guard the tribe they were loyal to. Although they were defeated, where could they not bury their loyal bones? "After listening to the old man, the young man was a little stunned.Then he smiled: "well, that's right."The young man untied the cloth bag he had been carrying behind him.The cloth bag was full of white flowers he had already prepared.The old man accompanied the young man and put the white flowers in front of each tombstone."Sir, these tombstones seem to have words on them. Is this the words of the lake people?""Well, yes."Speaking of this, the old man smiled bitterly and then continued:"There are fewer and fewer people who can speak Lake language and recognize the words of our lake people. Everyone can only speak more convenient Britannia. I don't know if our lake language will be lost in the future.""Sir, the words on the tombstone seem to be newly engraved. Did you engrave them?""Well, that's right. After all, the words on the tombstone will disappear if you don't engrave them often. "The old man stopped suddenly, and then nuzui a tombstone just in front of the young man."Now the owner of the tombstone in front of you is amazing.""The owner of this tombstone, named Moka, was my ancestor luge's best friend at that time. It was also the youngest of the soldiers who chose to resist in the end at that time. He was only 16 years old at that time. ""Although young, he has a good bow skill and has made remarkable achievements.""Then did you see the tombstone next to mocha?""The owner of this tombstone is a woman named Lou.""It is said that after Moka's body was buried here, Lou would come here every day to offer flowers to Moka in front of Moka's tombstone until she died of illness.""Everyone was moved by Lou's feelings for Moka, so after she died of illness, she was buried next to Moka.""It's a pity. Lucy always liked Moka, but until he died, she couldn't show her heart to Moka. ""It's said - Moka, he also has a high degree of affection for Lou, but he doesn't know whether it's true or false.""If this is true, it's a pity." The young man answered with a wry smile, "a pair of people who like each other, but they didn't express each other's intentions to each other until the end..."After the young man offered flowers to each tombstone and worshipped them one by one, the old man said to the young man:"Young man, if you are interested in these soldiers and the story of the saromanda battle 300 years ago, you might as well stay here for a few more days and live in my house. My village is not far from here.""The villagers in the village are descendants of the lake people who moved down from the mountain more than 300 years ago. Everyone knows more about the battle 300 years ago and the deeds of these soldiers than history books.""In that case, I'll bother you, sir!" The young man agreed with a happy face."Well, I'll take you to my house now. But before that, you'd better tell me your name first. It's not good to call you a young man all the time. ""No problem." The young man smiled, "my name is Austin Sue. Just call me Austin, sir."
