In fact, Gori added some things to Tarn's bag, which were the spoils he received on the battlefield as an officer, some valuable small items, which were the only things he could do.
Facing Enta's wife who was crying in despair, Gori sighed. It was over and there was nothing to say. As the chief, he could not save his subordinates. This regret might have to be brought into the grave in the end.
Leaving Enta's house, Gori, who was in a depressed mood, walked back to his home in the dim street lights.
"Gorry!"
Before he could get to the house, he saw his wife standing in front of the alley where he was home, leaning against the wall with tears on his face.
After seeing him, he ran towards him and hugged him tightly.
"Just wait at home. Your health has become worse recently. Why are you going to do it?"
"I thought...I thought..."
"Some separatists can't kill me. All I can do is disease."
Gori gently kissed his wife on the forehead and then helped her back home.
As a commander in the legion, Gori received a lot of rewards during his years of service, so his house was built nearby, which was "luxury" as a secondary building with smooth stone bricks on the outside, and a spacious yard wrapped in a wall. When you open the door, you can see several small machinery parked at the base of the wall. They can help clean the house, carry things and even do some simple physical work. This was what he bought from a technician store for "huge money" to reduce his wife's daily housework.
When he entered the home, the decoration here was very ordinary, but it was quite luxurious in civilian families. There were even equipment such as imagers. His five children were sitting on the carpet and watching something playing inside.
After hearing the movement, they all ran over. Gori smiled and picked up the youngest daughter, touching her smiling face. The bloody, cruelty and pain on the battlefield seemed worth it at this moment...
So cold...where are they...
...The leader of the thousand men, Gori... Wake up...
After having a while of playing with the children after dinner and sending them the gifts they wanted one by one, Gori was lying on the bed with his wife. When his wife met, he found that he was in a bad mood. He was only then lying in his arms and whispering:
"Gorry, is something happening?"
Gori leaned against the soft pillow, and after a moment of silence, he whispered:
"Enta is dead."
"Enta...have you mentioned the one who entered the army with you? Is he...on the battlefield?"
"No, he was injured but came back alive. I didn't know that he had gone to buy things by himself. He didn't see him along the way and thought he would go back first. As a result... he didn't come out before the gate of the city, just a little bit."
"ah..."
His wife covered her mouth, and her face, which was already a little disgusting, showed a look of surprise.
"Why... can't you be able to be more comfortable..."
"Ha, this word never existed in that place. I gave his belongings to his home. By the way... I gave her all the last spoils. Enta has six children and her wife has become more cancerous."
"It's okay, I understand. It's hard for a woman to pull so many children. Otherwise, you give me her address and if I have nothing to do, go and see her."
A feeling of emotion surged in Gori's heart. He hugged his wife's thin shoulders and pressed his chin against the other's forehead.
"Na, I will definitely give you an operation..."
But her wife shook her head slightly and whispered:
"I... I can't live a few years old anymore. Ke and Zha are 11 years old. If they can have surgery... their offspring will be healthier... and Ya and the others, now they have to start taking medicine. The price of medicine is still rising. The family... they don't have much savings anymore. If they can save a little, they are just a little..."
When Gori heard this, he could no longer suppress his anger and pounded the bed.
"This group of damn blood sucking insects!"
As an officer, he knew very well how the nobles and technicians plundered the bottom. They firmly controlled the medical technology that concerns everyone's life and death, cast it into a huge sickle, and constantly harvested those who "grow" a little.
Even ordinary people like Gori who seem to be making a fortune must be harvested one after another under such a sickle. The status and merits he earned with life and death will eventually be squeezed out by expensive medicines and medical care. Even if he doesn't do it alive, his descendants will quickly fall into poverty and even become slaves again.
This is also why the nobles have towering pyramids, while the civilians are not even able to obtain a mud house.
"Gori, don't be angry. Death is a process that each of us must go through. As long as the children can grow up safely, form their own families, and continue our bloodlines, I will be enough. When we sleep in the tomb, our souls can get rid of the illness. If I leave first... on the shore of that world, I will always wait for you."
Gori hugged his wife and burst into tears.
"No...I will try my best to do it...I will..."
His wife just smiled sadly, and then hummed a song low. She had hummed many times since they met...
I am a descendant of a slave,
I was born to a slave,
My lullaby when I was a baby is the singing of shackles.
On my desolate road, my whole life, from morning to dusk, sounded the sound of rust chains.
I'm used to cruel fate,
Get used to the rough music of shackles,
It drives all the joy of life out of my hut.
Even though I am under the impulse of love
Grab the bone zither, and it was in my singing at that time
The noise of the chains was still ringing.
But, my eyes
From time to time, a brief flash of light,
I stretched my ears, crossed the forests, and crossed rivers; where did I feel,
Song of freedom cheers under the sky,
And it flew into our mute life.
My neck can no longer stand up.
Hair is turning white on the temples,
In my dark autumn,
Hope doesn't greet me; I know, those tied hands
Can't destroy the shackles,
My shackles are with me
Will rest in the grave...
...The leader of the thousand men, Gori... Wake up...
The spark in my thoughts went out, leaving only the commands.
He opened his eyes, and the huge one-eyed eye of the tomb technician hung in front of him. Then he shook his body for many years and walked out of the coffin. Around him, piles of immortals were already lined up.
As an Immortal Elite, he has a larger body and thicker shell than his kind. Although the sparks that once became mortals in the memory of each Immortal are lingering, the sparks of different Immortals are slightly different in their degree. Gori may have retained more, but they will only emerge when he is sleeping.
Chapter completed!