"The wind is blowing..." the old man said nonsense.
Except for the howling wind, everything on the battlefield became quiet. The red sky on the red earth also turned gray. Even the crows that were preparing to snatch the debris closed their mouths. Little bits of light shone from the remains of the soldiers.
It floated out and was carried by the wind, spinning in the air.
"Go back..." Wei Tian stretched out his hand again, but it was trembling.
"No need to help, we can't walk anymore... We are tired..." Although the old people spoke in a calm tone, the deep sadness floated into everyone's hearts with the wind.
Wei Tian slowly clenched his fists and opened his mouth several times to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked by something and he could not make any sound.
"Don't be sad, this is the fate of a warrior." The old man said slowly: "Where is the best place for us to rest forever? Is it the luxurious coffin? Or the tomb decorated with exquisite tombstones? No...these are of great significance to us
It is meaningless. As soldiers, dying on the battlefield is our end..."
"Rogerson, come here..." The old man pulled up the long sword from the ground that had been broken several times after the war: "Although this is not a good sword, it has accompanied me throughout my life... It
It has witnessed everything about the Ninth Army of Lieyang, and it symbolizes the glory of Ninth Army of Lieyang. Now, I want to ask you, are you willing to accept the glory of Ninth Army of Lieyang...?"
"I..." Rogerson was stunned and shook his head helplessly: "I...I'm not qualified..."
"We just want to ask you, are you willing to rebuild the Nine Armies of the Burning Sun?" The old man touched Rogerson's head: "You are not wrong, what is wrong is just the undead..."
"I..." Rogerson still didn't have a clear answer. He clenched his fists tightly and dug his nails into his palms, but he didn't relax at all.
"Take it, inherit the will of the old people, and persist in the belief in expelling darkness." Wei Tian patted Rogerson on the shoulder.
"Accept, Rogerson, we believe you can do it!"
"Yes! Accept it!" People around encouraged Rogerson.
Rogerson took the old man's sword with trembling hands, grabbed the hilt with his right hand, and grabbed the blade with his left hand. The whole sword was stained with Rogerson's blood: "I, Rogerson, hereby express my condolences to
The Nine Legions of the Burning Sun swear that I will reorganize the Legion of the Burning Sun at all costs and spend my whole life driving away the darkness and letting the Sun shine on the earth! The sword is there for people, but the sword dies and everyone dies!"
"Okay, okay. Okay." The old man nodded approvingly: "We can leave with peace of mind..."
The wind plays in the air, like an elegy, sweeping up the lost souls and leading to the door of heaven.
"Brothers, are you waiting for me? We'll be here soon... This time, please don't abandon us again."
"Boom" thunder resounded across the earth, lighting up the entire sky.
Is that a welcome from heaven? In the bright light, you can vaguely see the pairs of hands greeting the old man.
"I'm back." The old man's soul left forever with that lightning.
"Ta...ta..." After the lightning passed, the red earth, which had not seen any raindrops for ten thousand years, actually dropped a few drops of water from the sky at this moment...
"Shua...shua..." The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and people just stand bitterly...
Rogerson held the sword and shouted to the sky. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears on his face. No one knew what he was shouting... All they knew was that it contained countless complex emotions...
"We will always commemorate these people who sacrificed their lives in Red Earth Town. At the same time, we will repent of our sins. For the soldiers of the three Legions of the Burning Sun, we..."
The old people's eyes had long been closed quietly, and they fell asleep gently. With contented, calm, serene and happy smiles, they fell asleep quietly. Maybe they will meet their former comrades in heaven.
, maybe at that time they can finally face their comrades proudly and tell them that they have spent their whole lives waiting for the only battlefield.
"Teacher..." Osis glanced at Wei Tian pleadingly. After Wei Tian nodded in agreement, Osis immediately stood upright with a clatter and took off the helmet on his head.
Wow... The remaining forty-four students all stood upright in accordance with the square formation and took off the helmets on their heads. Tears unabashedly flowed from each of their eyes, and they watched with reverence.
Holding the old man.
Wei Tian gently walked to the front of the team and looked at the three old people with sadness and respect.
After a quiet moment of silence, the voice was no longer sonorous and powerful. Instead, he said in a low voice: "Who is our most lovable person?"
Wei Tian gently swept over everyone, pointed at the three old people fiercely, and shouted: "They are the cutest people!"
"Exactly, exactly, exactly!!!"
All the people shouted in unison, and Wei Tian continued: "Some people may ask why, aren't they just the three most ordinary old people? No, not like that. They seem to be very ordinary and simple.
I can't see anything special about them, nor can I see any rich emotions in them. However, I want to say that their character is so pure and noble, and their will is so tenacious and strong.
, Their character is so simple and humble, and their minds are so open-minded and broad!”
"Exactly, exactly, exactly!!"
All the people shouted out again, and Wei Tianze continued: "Dear friends, I think when you go to the battlefield again, three great figures will appear in your minds. They
They are so respectable. They are the loveliest people, and they are also heroes in our hearts - they are indeed our loveliest people!" When he said this, Wei Tian immediately paused lightly and suddenly shouted loudly
shouted: "Now, pay the highest respect to our hero!"
Wow...
There was no training, but the team moved in unison. Everyone clenched their right fists and hit their left chest hard. There were tears in their eyes, but they were filled with determination and nobility.
He bowed down heavily, forming a ninety-degree right angle with his body. In this way, he continued to be respectful...
On the red land, their battle finally ended. Everyone will remember the three heroes. In the Blazing Ax Fortress and the surrounding land, there is once again a noble legend.
Not long after that, the Blazing Ax Fortress finally repulsed the orc tribe. When the reinforcements arrived, they saw the severely damaged red earth. But humans finally realized the importance of the buffer zone. If it hadn’t been for this Red Earth Town
If the defense is successful, then the orcs and undead will attack from both sides. Even if they win in the end, it will definitely be a tragic victory.
The Red Earth Flag decided to rebuild, but it was no longer a simple defense. The Human Alliance decided to rebuild the buffer zone to avoid making the same mistake in the future.
When Red Earth Town was rebuilt, Rogerson went to pack up the relics of the three heroes. It was a very simple house, three straw mats, a table, a record book, all the notes of the Ninth Legion, and a page
Very clean and like new flag of the 9th Legion. Just these things, nothing extra.
In the newly established Red Earth Town, statues of the Three Heroes were erected. However, those who experienced the battle of Red Earth Guards knew clearly in their hearts that it was too late to praise these three real heroes at this time.
Wei Tian insisted on leaving after the statue of the three heroes was erected, so after procrastinating here for more than half a month, Wei Tian finally succeeded in leading all the students to stand on this ground made of red spar unique to red earth.
Under the statues and tombstones, you can see the names of the three heroes, as well as the names of the entire Ninth Legion of the Sun engraved on them.
With a sigh, Wei Tian didn't say anything in the end. He pulled his cloak slightly, put his hood on the ground, and turned around sadly.
"Are you leaving?" Rogerson said as he stood in front of Wei Tian and his group who were about to leave quietly.
"Hmm. I don't like this atmosphere." Wei Tian shrugged: "Inherit their will and one day, you will also stand on the stage of history."
"I will, the Legion of the Burning Sun will last forever! The old people are not deserters!! I remember them! In order to protect the women and children of Red Earth Town, they blocked themselves from the door of the cave! Their backs at that time.
This is my lifelong dream! I will not shy away from living up to their expectations!" Rogerson shouted towards Wei Tiandi's back.
Wei Tian didn't look back, he just shook his hand...
"Three idiots..." Wei Tian placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the old man's grave, said simply, mounted the Blood Nightmare King, and left this sad place.
The old man's grave is on the front line of the battlefield. As the old man said, there is no gorgeous coffin or exquisite tombstone. There are only three swords inserted in the ground. One of them was taken away by Rogerson. Now it is inserted
It is the sword that Rogerson once used.
Next to the tomb, there is a statue. The three old men are looking into the distance, as if as long as the undead reveal their dirty heads from the horizon, the three old men will fight for the swords in front of them and fight again...
"Teacher...is there really nothing we can do?" the students said in the silent atmosphere.
"I'm not a god... I'm just a mortal like you, and I also have a lot of helplessness..." Wei Tian was silent for a long time, and finally answered the students' questions. Looking back, he could still see the figures of the old people, as if they were talking to each other.
Wei Tian waved his hand: "Okay, let's go..."
“The land dyed red with blood is like the sound of elegiac wind,
A body of steel, for firm belief,
The long-slumbering lion roars again,
The flashing sword tears through the nightmarish darkness,
The huge steel shield protects the beloved country,
………………………………………”
In the wind, there are still hymns written by bards for the old people...
Maybe a new myth was born here, who knows? Let history judge everything... dd