Chapter 1175: Twenty-five. Deadline (4)

Roland hates war. He hates the act of beautifying war by hiding in a safe place and encouraging others to die on the battlefield. Every time someone hears someone advocating "the human is inherently dead, sacrificing the ego to achieve the great cause is the only way to die", he You may even want to spit it out.
Speaking so well, you and your family went to the front line to experience what sacrifice is, and to practice what you call achievements!
Every time he heard the words that advocated war, Roland's heart roared like this.
He couldn't scream out his true feelings.
Not only can not say, but also go up to the platform after the advocates talk about their lips, play the billboard named "Hero" in front of the public, become the accomplice of the brazen people, and boil blood to the platform, craving heroes and miracles Of the people talked about naive heroes such as "heroes are needed no matter what era", inspiring more people to go to the battlefield to die, calling those who were wounded and killed on the battlefield heroes, and in the end, even war Beautify!
This is no different from the church’s brainwashing. It also uses attractive language and a good vision to lure others, cheapen the value of life, and then let these hold "I am part of a great cause", "I am a hero", etc. People who wait for the idea to go to the battlefield and become one of the many corpses covering the entire battlefield...
"Say something "Can't escape nor hide"... When the result is really faced, I can't write at all, right?"
Faced with the dozen or so letters laid flat in front of him, Roland murmured in a low voice.
It was already two o'clock in the morning, and the reply to most letters was ended three hours ago. The remaining dozen letters were like a problem with no solution that plagued Roland, which could not be ignored or escaped, and I did not know what to do. Is good. Just sitting at the table dumbfounded at the letters.
Return my son to me!
--Murderer!
When you talked about the words, did you think someone would die because of your words? !
How many people are going to die before you are satisfied?
--Curse you! Even if you die, continue to curse you devil sucking blood on the body!
Words like this and blood and tears were stained with stationery, and the sound of grievance and resentment made these letters "different from the rest" among the many admiration and chanting stationery.
Facing these fierce and real voices, and facing the pain from his heart, Roland was speechless.
It cannot be ruled out that these letters were the result of incitement, or that they were simply forged to attack Roland’s reputation and confidence. But there are reasons to have results. If there are no ordinary people who are dissatisfied and angry with the "Holy Girl", no matter how strong the instigation ability of others, no matter how subtle the eloquence is, I am afraid that it will not make waves. However, there are indeed people who are determined to join the army because of the speech of the Holy Girl, and the people who finally died in the battlefield and the family who are crying for their death are here. This is a true fact. The insults in those letters may be rude, biased and harsh, but they are not artificial.
Roland was not unprepared for this voice, nor was he unconscious.
From the moment when he made up his mind to fight against the church’s ambitions and Li Lin’s plan, Roland had already realized what path he had taken, and he knew that until the end, there would be people who would continue to fall because of his words and actions. Unfortunately, even loss of life. Among them are those who have died, and there are bound to be innocent people involved.
No matter whether it is innocent or not, the dead will not condemn him, but the family of the deceased will live, so will Roland’s own conscience and guilt.
Once he really faces those voices, Roland will understand that any psychological construction and preparations are useless.
Even if it is as brazen as war brokers, it is war, it is war like hell, there will always be sacrifices in war, everything is bad war, all because the enemy is bad, but also the deceased bad luck, so Please bear with me and forgive me, and the deceased will not be resurrected, nor will the family of the deceased lower his head, saying "this is no way," and then forgive him.
Because he is a "holy girl", a hero of national salvation, a person who incites hope in the crowd with his own existence.
For people, it doesn't matter whether he deliberately made a "heroic" appearance or whether he exaggerated the propaganda. Everyone concentrated hope and respect on Roland. He could only fulfill his responsibility by rewarding what people expected. Only when the people who worship him are completely rescued will Roland be recognized and accepted...
Heroes will not disappoint people, heroes cannot disappoint people.
That's all.
however.
Although not what Roland wanted, someone did lose important family members because of him.
There is no way to do it. It is too pale and unable to convince those mournful and angry families.
This has nothing to do with whether there is a way or not, that kind of intellectual truth is meaningless. Being able to surpass the limits of common sense and ordinary people and accomplish the impossible... This is the hero, and the defense of ordinary people does not apply to heroes.
"The so-called hero or king is the container that holds the prayers of the people."
Looking at Roland's back from the gap of the curtain that leaked the light, the spider said leisurely:
"The dictator once said this to him, and think about it, it is indeed the case."
"That is always right enough to make people speechless."
Pressing on the swollen forehead, Favorna sighed softly, and then turned sharply.
"But this time, I have to admit it even if I feel uncomfortable. This is the most humanistic sentence he has ever said."
hero;
king;
This title is too heavy for ordinary people, and the accompanying facts are too cruel.
Throwing one's hand in one's hands will affect the fate of thousands of people, and will sometimes take their lives-standing in that position, under unimaginable pressure, probably because of Li Lin's existence. As for the collapse.
From the beginning, he constrained himself as a "container" instead of a flesh and blood, and acted according to the will injected into it, accomplishing what people pray for-so of course not being defeated by mental pressure.
Krolan is not a container, but a living person, a troubled and painful human being. So he will suffer for this.
"Really...can't see it anymore."
Lifting the curtain, the spider walked into the tent.
Without hesitating, she walked straight to Roland and collected the letters.
"Don't stare at the unfortunate one all the time."
Just before Roland sent out any questions and blame, the spider pressed his finger against Roland's lips.
"Maybe they are really unlucky, maybe that is indeed a strong word like "No way", "I know someone more unfortunate than you" can't calm down the grievances. But, except for the words of comfort and the relief within their power, We really can’t help them any more. This is war, this is reality."
"but……!!"
"You did give a speech and did play a hero. It was indeed because someone was involved in the military. It is not because you asked them to join the army. Those are the choices they made based on their own thinking and judgment. Right. Don’t you have to take it away, and do you have to bear it?"
This is like a person who takes the courage to commit a crime by arguing in a court to argue that "you only drink too much before you can do something confusing", not because you drink and commit a crime. It is for the crime to borrow the power of wine. As a result, people attributed the crime to alcohol, shouting that in order to make society more clean, they demanded legislation to ban alcohol. It's simply the upside down.
"A person's behavior can only be borne by himself, even if he will involve others in misfortune, he can only bear it. Not only you are like this, but also others."
The spider propped the table, and his fierce eyes pressed on Roland. After suffering an uncompromising look, Roland smiled bitterly.
"You are really strict."
"Maybe...but I just can't get used to the guys who are indulging in "self-efforts"."
The eyes drooped slightly, and the spider sighed a little, changing the topic to another direction with a soft tone~EbookFREE.me~ If you have to listen to unfortunate stories, I have a ready-made story here. Things have to start from a dozen years ago..."
That is a very common story.
In the barren land, the hard work throughout the year can only barely pay the tax to the peasant family, and the house, animals, family and land are all the life. Once faced with famine or natural disasters, the whole family may be starved to death anytime, anywhere.
In order to survive, or to allow as many family members as possible to survive a difficult period, selling the young girl to a trafficker is the only viable means-one less mouth to eat, and two bags of flour.
"At that time, there was no chemical fertilizer, the agricultural technology, machinery tools, and water conservancy projects of the consortium were not popularized. Two bags of flour were considered to be quite high prices. Not to mention that the traffickers also promised to send the girls to the wealthy people as qualified maids. If it is good, it can become a playmate of Miss Young Master, and it will be unknown in the future. So the farmers’ family happily accepted the flour and pushed the youngest girl out of the door without looking at her."
The spider took out two cups and filled the glass in front of Roland with brandy.
"Human traffickers didn't take the girl to any big households, but sold her out. In fact, as long as you think about it, if there are any big households that need young maids, they can get special training from high-end human trafficking organizations. Young maid, why go to the second peddler in the country and buy a wild girl who is rustic and hasn’t even seen a flush toilet? But that house and peddler can’t control so much, as long as you have income, everything doesn’t matter. After a few transfers Finally, the girl entered Stasi’s training facility and became one of the many larvae in the
worm cage
waiting to hatch.
The wine bottle paused on the table, making a heavy dull sound.