Chapter 1 (1/2)
”Please always be skeptical, because what is recorded in words is not necessarily true.”
- said Brad Reid, an ancient sage.
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there is no cloud in the white blue sky. The great and sacred Lord of light, the source of life, is also the supreme and only God, the Lord of gods. The golden body is hanging in the sky, and the blazing light is burning the earth happily.
The small square made of sand and stone was scalded by the sun. A heat wave rose from the ground, and the air twisted and danced. All the scenes in front of us were twisted and danced.
In the north of the small square, under the long barracks of wood and stone structure and two floors above and below, dozens of sweating artillery soldiers, barehanded, conscientiously wiped more than a dozen well maintained field guns.
The massive wall made of stones protected the huge barracks. Outside the gate to the south, there were more than 200 Musketeers and a considerable number of auxiliary soldiers. Wearing iron gray summer hemp uniforms, the old man was surrounded by an open space.
On the left side of the gate of the camp, under a huge old oak tree, his upper body was also exposed. Gorkin, covered with sweat, sat on a big stone, biting his teeth hard. His lean cheek had bulging muscles and muscles, and he looked at the small square table in front of him.
On the square table, there is a piece of white paper, which is a military letter paper uniformly made by the Imperial military headquarters. It is of excellent quality, white, sharp and textured.
On the top of the white paper, there is a nine headed serpent's shield badge representing the imperial army. Under the military emblem, there is a line of small iron gray characters - ”caliber is truth, range is justice”!
A few lines of scribbled black handwriting are deeply embedded in the writing paper. The writer's force is so great that there are shallow marks on the square table under the writing paper.
”Dear mother, dear father: '
” half a month ago, we left the Shiva Valley, and now I am leading a team stationed in Little Rock in the Lanin corridor. ”
”Yes, we have recovered the Lanin corridor. This is the old land of the Empire. The people here are simple and honest. ”
Outside the gate of the barracks, on the open space surrounded by soldiers, there are thirty galloping gallows in a neat line. Dozens of soldiers with big waists are pushing 30 ragged and bloody men onto the gallows.
A gendarme, who was still dressed neatly in the hot sun and whose coat was covered with water stains, stood on the wooden platform beside the gallows, holding a piece of durable parchment and reading aloud.
”In the name of the Empire and in accordance with the imperial wartime military law, all bandits who are bold enough to steal and burn military supplies, poison and murder imperial soldiers in well water, spread rumors, stir up riots, and all bandits shall be hanged!”
Thirty men with weak breath struggled, and their mouths kept spitting out beautiful greetings based on the great fusion of biological groups and blood, mixed with a large number of reversed concepts of human relations and morality.
”Bang”!
The thirty gallows trembled at the same time, the ropes were stretched, and the sound of broken neck bones was heard in the air.
Gorkin took a melancholy look at the convulsive body on the gallows, sighed, grabbed the pen, bit his teeth, and dashed a few lines across the letter.
”Of course, the girls in little rock are more passionate. Especially for the imperial soldiers, their attitude is fanatical. ”
After pondering for a moment, gorkin looked at the street facing the gallows and carefully added a line to the letter.
”Fanatical, oh ho, crazy girls are so lovely. But what can we do because of the Imperial military law? ”
Dozens of skinny, shriveled women in turbans and skirts were screaming, pounding the imperial soldiers guarding the gallows. The burly, strong Musketeers were a little embarrassed to raise their flint guns and barely resist this group of ”fanatical” women.
The women's sharp nails mercilessly clawed at the soldiers' faces, and several soldiers had been scratched out of deep blood marks.
Their new flint guns, with the flick of a finger, could knock these unsuspecting women to the ground. However, the soldiers were just embarrassed and passively defended. Nearly 100 of the most elite new-style Musketeers in the Empire were forced to retreat by dozens of women.
Women are yelling and abusing.
”Executioner, return my little Hans.”
”Empire dog, little March is wronged!”
”You butchers, get out of our little stone city.”
”Empire dogs are not welcome in the lane corridor. Leave our land!”
”Stinking Hydra, go back to your rotten swamp!”