Chapter 2341: Lost to the Jedi (2)

Chapter 2341 is lost to the Jedi II -
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The tiger's soldier's stomach is still playing drums, but the bread has already been eaten. This time there is nothing to give him a belly. Ming knows that he is going to die, but he is not willing to be a starving ghost, but he has no other choice.
Maybe this is fate.
Not all wishes can be true, even if it is only the simplest and most basic pledge, just the desire to survive. Not all living beings can be redeemed, and redemption is only a decimal.
"I hate this world." He left tears of remorse and complained: "I hate myself. Why should I be born in a dark area? There will always be too much food, everything is poor. I hate it. You humans. You obviously have everything, but you never want to share it. Even if it is so difficult to give us a small piece of land, do you want to take possession of everything, and watch us starve to death, are you happy?"
"I'm sorry." The black iron knight was silent for a while: "But we have no choice, don't blame us."
Give them a little charity, the more they will be. In order to hold the property belonging to human beings, human beings must take up weapons to kill the orcs.
Perhaps this is fate.
The world is too small, the resources of this world are too poor, and in fact it is not enough for humans and orcs to coexist. The orcs will either stay in the dark areas and wait for death, or fight with humans to fight for the survival of resources. Other than that, there is no other way. They just didn't want to starve each other and didn't want their family to starve to death, so people picked up their weapons and started killing. The essence of war has never changed since ancient times.
There is no in this world, but there is purgatory everywhere, and the devil with human skin is rampant. They are omnipresent, whether they are in enemy or in friendly forces. They have many forms, and poverty and famine are only one of them, and there are even more horrible faces, but there are few appearances.
Because of the blood loss, the middle-aged black iron knight felt colder and colder, and his eyelids fell uncontrollably, and he could not open his eyes. I stubbornly keep my vision in the line, thinking that I can barely see the knight in front of the old photos, whispering a wish:
"If there is one day we humans and orcs don't need to fight for survival anymore. I really hope that your children and my children can be friends."
"I also hope that there will be such a day." The tiger soldier could not open his eyes. He could clearly feel that his life was passing away from the wound on his chest.
"Even if you kill me, I kill you. I just want them to know that this is a last resort. I hope they will not hate each other. I hope they understand that everything we do is involuntarily ""
"I only hope that the world can become better and become richer and become enough for us to coexist." The tiger soldier smiled bitterly in despair: "The dream still has to be, if it comes true?"
"I hope so too." The Black Iron Knight also smiled desperately. His eyes were already invisible, but he saw the future: "If there is such a day, how wonderful it should be."
Both of them started, silly, and whispered. They are like friends who have been making friends for many years, shoulder-to-shoulder and laughing.
The smile gradually turned from despair to hope, ethereal hope. People will die, what interests, what hatred, are no longer important.
"Friends, I will take a step first." After the talk, the Cavaliers fell silent. It is this man who broke his breath first.
"Hey, human? Is it dead?" The tiger soldier whispered a word, seeing no answer, and his mind basically had an answer.
"Goodbye, friend," he sighed. "Before you die, I am very glad to meet you. You will wait for me to go with you soon."
There is no more blood on the heart's wounds that can continue to rush out, and the tiger soldiers in the body are also dying. He calmly exhaled his last breath, didn't think about more complicated things, and forgot to worry. He soon passed away. No matter what kind of regret, no matter how terrible to death, people will die when they die.
The world has never been fair, but death alone, regardless of men, women and children, rich or poor, will be equally on everyone.
Death is equal to the deceased, but not for those who are left behind.
One month after the event.
"No! Why?!" The rabbit boy almost collapsed and screamed and questioned the soldiers in front of him: "Return my dad to me!! You took him away, took his honor, and now take the ashes away. , leave nothing to us?!"
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"Sorry," the orc army's soldiers took the old urn from the indefatigable rabbit man: "But this is the long-term and prudent conclusion of the military. Your father's body." When he was discovered, he was lying beside the enemy. In addition to a fatal injury on his body, there was no trace of struggle.
We have every reason to believe that your father had surrendered to the enemy and that it is possible to supply the military intelligence. Therefore, he is not a martyr who is heroic and dead. He does not deserve to have the martyr's treatment. "
"What is this ridiculous reason! Even the evidence is not good!! There must be something wrong with this! Certainly!!" The rabbit boy rushed over like crazy, trying to hold tight with the last struggle. Father's ashes, unwilling to let the soldier take the urn.
He screamed and whispered, helplessly crying: "He did everything for you!! He gave his life to the coalition! You are not only grateful, but also give him an inexplicable crime, discredit He?? This is not fair, this - no - public - flat ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Sorry, kid. The world has never been fair." The soldier replied indifferently, trying to push the rabbit boy.
Just between the battles, the urn of the tiger soldier fell from the hands of the two, and slammed into the ground.
The ashes, which were incinerated by inferior wood, now emit a faint scorch odor, which is also scattered along with the cracks of the ashes made of fragile and inferior porcelain, mixed with the soil on the ground.
He is not a hero. Therefore, he is not worthy of the treatment of the hero, and he cannot be buried in the cemetery of the martyrs.
He is not a hero, so his family will not receive any compensation. His wife’s medical expenses for life-saving are not settled. His children are not likely to be promoted because they are not heroes.
"That's fine." As if falling down the stone, the soldier had to step on the ashes scattered around the ground to further mix it with the dirt on the ground.
The dust is returned to the dust, the earth is returned to the earth, and all the glory is nothing.
"Don't try to build a tombstone for him, do you understand? Once we find out, we will destroy the tombstone." The soldier said coldly, turned and left.
"Ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha" rabbit man smiled funny, it is a helpless and desperate smile. He was still clinging to the ashes and mud on the ground, perhaps with some fragments of the ashes, and perhaps those pieces that had hurt his hand, causing his blood to mix.
He can try to build a nameless ridiculous place in a place that no one knows. As long as he does not engrave his father's name, the military can take it without help. But apart from him and his mother, there will be no one in the world to commemorate this nameless and ridiculous master, which is destined to be unknown. When he, when his mother, is not in this world, who else remembers the nameless absurdity, and who remembered his father’s sacrifice, dedication, and injustice? This is not a person who is going to give up everything for his homeland, for the tribe, for the army, and for his life. The grievances he suffered were never rehabilitated. This is the conclusion of the conclusion.
And the group of soldiers, they don't care at all. What they see in their eyes is just how to win, and everything that is left behind is so contemptuous. The upper level of the orc coalition is a group of despicable, greedy, self-serving guys. There are ten million reasons, and any one of them can make this group of people evade responsibility. For the families of soldiers who are heroic and derelict, they can’t help. The orc coalition is a group of people who use their soldiers to the extreme, and they don’t give a little respect to them when they are used up. Why is the father stupid enough to expect such a guy to think that they will be kind to his family?
This is the same world. This is the same reality. This dog-like dark area, this shit-like orc coalition.
"Amount ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!! -" Pain in the chest, the gray rabbit youth jumped out of bed.
Is it a dream?
He gasped and tried to calm himself down. Whether it is clean water or salt, it is very precious. However, his tears could not stop, just to rush out.
Such a painful dream has not been done for a long time. Recently he is busy living, and even the power to make nightmares is not left. Now he just breathes a little breath from the enormous pressure of survival, but the nightmare of the past has caught him.
It hurts. When will this pain be reduced?
So tired. When will this fatigue end?
He climbed up from the old, musty mattress and reached out to wipe away the tears in his eyes. He looked up at the worn, cracked wall and looked at the empty room except the broken bed and sighed.
Even if he tried to leave the dark area and brought his mother to Great Britain, the situation has not changed too much.
The Great Britain, the shit-like Great Britain Knights. A human being like a shit.
And worst of all, he is now a member of the Knights of Great Britain. Even if he hates human beings, he deeply hates the human beings who ruined him. For his livelihood, he still has to deal with these humans with a smile.
Even if he is accused, discriminated against, oppressed, abused, and treated in an unfair manner in the world, he is so angry that he wants to kill. He has to smile and accept it.
When will this endless smile come to an end?