"Hey, come out and see, the hero has returned triumphantly!"
She shouted excitedly and ran into the house, grabbed his hand, pushed open the door, and ran towards the lively street. The street was filled with cheering people. On the road covered with flowers, the Ebenezer Republic Left Liberation Army
The cavalry was slowly passing by. The dusty soldier leaned down with a smile and took the garland and wine glass from the girl's hand. The air was filled with the tempting smell of barbecued food, and the honey-colored wine was flowing in the glass.
This is a festival for the entire city. During the long resistance war, this force stationed in the suburbs defeated the Zhawi Empire's invading army time and time again, protecting the small city like wings. A legendary hero led
With the cavalry, they have completed countless Jedi counterattacks in which the weak defeated the strong. All the residents of the small town believe that as long as the heroes are still sitting on horseback, they will never fail, unlike most countries in the mainland.
Likewise, it became a colony of the Zawi Empire.
"Look, look! Hero!"
She jumped for joy and stood on tiptoes as much as possible to look into the middle of the street. He helplessly protected her waist to prevent her from falling due to excitement.
The hero wore gorgeous armor and rode a tall white horse. Every time he waved, it triggered enthusiastic cheers among the onlookers. Flower petals fell, white doves rose, and people laughed and followed the hero's footsteps to the central square, where they had already been laid out.
Plenty of food and drinks greeted the hero's return. The city turned into a sea of joy. No one watched in the house. Everyone ran to the streets, cheering meaninglessly, dancing, and smiling wildly.
The crowd surrounded the hero and left, and an old man knelt down in the middle of the street, piously kissing the footprints left by the hero's mount among the petals on the ground.
"Oh my God, how I wish I could say a word to the hero face to face, even if it's just a greeting." She hadn't calmed down from her excitement yet. She pressed her chest hard with both hands, as if she was afraid that if she let go, her heart would be too strong.
Escape from the chest by jumping violently.
"Yes, hero..." He looked towards the end of the street with complicated emotions. A bonfire had been set up in the central square of the city, the sound of the dudra played happily, and people danced in celebration, even though they were so far away.
From far away, you can hear the crisp collision of wine glasses and the wonderful sound of bubbles pouring out of the glass.
"What will we do if one day we lose our hero?" She suddenly said an unlucky word, then stuck out her tongue and shook her head in annoyance: "Look what I said. How could a hero leave? He is a hero.
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He smiled wryly and nodded, "Yes, heroes will always exist. Always exist."
The cavalry entered the town again, also on a sunny afternoon, but the people who lined the streets to welcome them only saw a group of defeated soldiers covered in blood. The bandages scrawled on the wounds were still bleeding, and the soldiers were silent.
Walking through the street, the tired war horse's iron hooves stepped on the soft petals and staggered involuntarily.
"What's going on? Could it be..." The girl on the street was stunned. The wreath fell from her fingers and fell gently to the ground.
The soldier shook his head and could not say a word.
The whole city was suddenly as silent as a tomb. The aroma of barbecue was still tempting, but the honey-colored wine did not have a single ripple.
"Where is the hero...where is the hero?" Someone looked anxiously at the rear of the cavalry, but did not find the hero sitting on horseback there.
"Hero? Where is the hero?" More people began to panic. They pushed away the sluggish crowd and ran towards the direction where the defeated soldiers entered the city. Except for abandoned broken swords and bloody bandages, they found nothing.
"Where are the heroes?" The whole city fell into panic. The old man puffed up his chest, stopped the first cavalryman's horse, pulled the reins, and asked with trembling lips: "Child, tell me, where are the heroes?"
The soldier with only one arm choked up. The pain of the broken arm did not make him cry, but the news he was about to say made him fall into despair. "Hero...he died..."
...The hero is dead!
The musician plucked the strings unconsciously due to shock, and the dudra made a sharp sound and broke the steel strings. A bonfire had been lit in the square, filled wine glasses and empty seats were waiting for the owner's return, and the white pigeon
They looked around curiously in the cage. This time, no one gave them freedom.
I don’t know who started crying first. A few minutes later, the city fell into great sadness. People collapsed, sat on the ground, hugged each other, hid in the corners, and howled in despair. Tears poured out involuntarily and streaked their cheeks.
, soaked the corners of clothes. The cries of hundreds of people shook the earth, the wine rippled with sorrow in the glass, and the grand festival of the city turned into a funeral of the last hope.
She stood blankly at the door, holding a beautiful yellow ribbon tightly in her hand. The ribbon embroidered with the words "Dedicated to the greatest man" was hand-sewn by her for a whole week. The girl was always there
She was looking forward to the hero's triumph today, but no hero appeared in the warm sunshine. She felt that the bright world collapsed in an instant.
"Are you okay..." He held back his sadness and put his arm around her shoulders, feeling like she was like a wet puppy in the rain, shivering from the cold.
She couldn't say a word, and her hands clenched the ribbon so hard that her nails pierced her delicate palms.
"Why?"
"Because we need heroes. So, I have to go."
"But you are not a hero, you are just an ordinary carpenter's apprentice... You will die..."
"No, I believe that heroes will always exist. Always exist."
It’s another beautiful afternoon, and the city is buzzing.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" The girl holding a garland and a wine glass rushed into the crowd amidst the urging of her companions. While she kept saying sorry, she squeezed to the front row amidst the dissatisfied mutterings of others. Finally, she squeezed to the first place.
Exhausting, gasping for air, face flushed from exertion and excitement.
The cavalry of the People's Liberation Army on the left was slowly passing in front of her. The girl saw the soldier at a glance, cheered, and raised the wreath high. The cavalry smiled and leaned down, took the wreath, and then lightly touched the girl's cheek.
With a gentle kiss, the girl's face turned red as if she was about to drip blood, but a happy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Hero, the hero is here!" someone shouted. There was a commotion in the crowd. Everyone pushed forward and wanted to see the great image of the new hero with their own eyes. The musicians who couldn't hold back their excitement played Du in advance.
The cook on the second floor also sprinkled the petals too early, so that when the hero walked through the street, he was almost drowned by the large handfuls of red rose petals.
The white dove fluttered its wings and flew into the sky, "Hero!" Everyone raised their hands and cheered warmly. The hero, wearing gorgeous armor and riding a tall white horse, waved slowly and glanced around. No matter where his eyes fell, a wave of people arose.
The same ecstatic scream.
Ten days ago, the cavalry, which was depressed because of the loss of its hero, was retreating steadily in front of the Zhawi invaders. Even if a new generation of young people from the city joined the army, it could not restore the leaderless situation. After repeated failures, the cavalry had retreated to
In the outskirts of the city, if it fails again, the entire city will be washed with blood and fire and become another victim of Zhawi's cavalry.
This was a battle that decided the outcome of the war. On a battlefield littered with corpses, the resisters who were heavily surrounded by the enemy had lost their last hope. The soldiers held their lances tightly and panted violently, looking desperately at the ferocious Land Dragoons.
Get closer step by step.
"Follow me, charge up!" Suddenly a tall figure jumped out of the trench, raised a shining spear high, and rushed into the enemy's position. The unprepared enemy troops were disrupted, and Zhawei commanded
The officer was shocked, watching helplessly as the attacker pierced his chest with a spear. "Hero! He is a hero!" the cavalry shouted and raised their weapons, and infinite power immediately filled their bodies. The inspired left-wing People's Liberation Army
In one fell swoop, he reversed the defeat, completely defeated the Zhawi invaders, cut off the invaders' heads, and drove the enemy's underground dragoon regiment beyond the national border.
A new hero was born, and the city once again ushered in precious peace. Therefore, this was a festival grander than all the previous grand festivals, with honey-like wine flowing like a fountain in the center of the square, bonfires brighter than the sun, and the whole head
Livestock were set on the bonfire, roasted to a crisp, and fresh bread, applesauce, cheese, sausages and strawberry cakes filled the square.
"Hero! Hero! Hero!" People shouted the sacred name crazily, crowding the new hero towards the square. The musicians played the dudra faster and faster. Even if they missed a few syllables, no one cared, because everyone
The excited dance at my feet has already surpassed the beat of the music.
The hero glanced back, then was wrapped in the crowd and entered the square. The old man knelt down among the petals, faced the direction where the hero left, and kissed his mount's footprints devoutly.
The crisp sound of clinking wine glasses sounded, and music and laughter constituted the happy rhythm of the city. Except for the square, other areas were deserted, because almost everyone did not want to miss this wonderful festival and the opportunity to have a face-to-face conversation with the hero.
You don’t want to miss the legendary story that can be told to future generations.
She was the only one, sitting quietly behind the door of the house facing the street. The sunlight shone on her desk and also illuminated an envelope that she was afraid to open - an unknown letter signed by the Left-wing People's Liberation Army Cavalry Regiment.
A corner of the envelope was cut open, revealing half a beautiful yellow ribbon, which she tied around his neck with her own hands before he left, "dedicated to the greatest man."