Chapter 853: 7. The Day of the White Rose on the Battlefield (10)

"...Above everything, you are above everything in the world; whenever you want, to protect and defend, the brothers will always be together..."
The powerful tunes of Franz Josef Haydn’s "Emperor's Anthem" were reproduced by the superb skills of the military band, and the lyrics rewritten by August Heinrich Hoffman von Freserben were revised again. , Which once became the national anthem of the Austrian Empire, German Empire, Weimar Republic, Great German Empire, German Federal Republic, etc., the old songs that have been sung for hundreds of years are sung by the voice of the childish voiceless period, adding a special Blood and passion. It seems as if the military school graduates in front of us are about to bear the hope of the country and the nation, chanting "the motherland is above everything" and rushing to the battlefield to write their own legend.
Militarists, imperialists, fascists, racists, and angry youths will be moved to tears when they see this scene. Ordinary people were also infected by the atmosphere of the scene, waving banners and small military flags, and joined the patriotic chorus.
Every participant was dominated by passion and became part of a huge wave, but Roland could not be pleased.
Not only was he displeased, he even felt that the fanatic scene in front of him was terrible, and he couldn't say where the specific fear was.
Patriotism, the sacred mission, the expectations of the country and the people, the destiny of the world, the new order-these words do not sound bad. But after the nearly boiling air warmed up at the scene, a strong sense of violation and terror began to penetrate into the minds of 10-year-old human boys. Familiar classmates and citizens now become very strange, just like... another kind of creature.
A high-pitched cymbal declared the end of the performance and was about to breathe a sigh of relief. The rapid drumming and the bugle tightened Roland's body again. In the tsunami of screaming and cheering, familiar military coats appeared in the field of vision, and Roland Meng saved many titles of his guardian. There is also the title of "Military School Principal". It's just that this person doesn't like other people to call him "principal", the reason is that it is easy for people to associate with the faction, and then engage in hilltopism in the army. In addition, the name of "principal" is easily connected with the bald head of a nickname "Peanut Rice", who is keen on drawing maps and diaries to counterattack the country...For this inexplicable reason, plus the highest governor does not directly manage the school The fact of operation, over time, almost everyone forgets that this is still a principal. Having said that, as the highest person in charge of the school and the highest leader of the country and the army. It is a matter of course that he attended this occasion.
The opening part of the speech did not arouse Roland's interest, the speeches of such large-scale events are all coming out of a mold. Reasons, difficulties, overcoming, progress, achievements, meaning, encouragement... The official culture of Yalfheim and those large and improper sculptures are all the same, except for the bureaucracy and the aesthetic that "big is beautiful, more is good" Few people will be pleasing to this boring thing. Of course, the supreme consul has his own charm blessings, even if he reads the same manuscript, the people below are still happily and intoxicated.
It was Luo Lanqiang who endured the urge to yawn. As he prepared to hold on to the end of the listening, his suddenly raised voice dispelled his drowsiness.
"The sergeant students gathered here today will be the pillars of the ancestors' defense forces. In the face of the chaotic unknown future and the vast world, Zhu Jun will never be calm at the moment. But I hope that Zhu Jun will not forget one. For thousands of years of history, don’t forget that there are no swords and shields in your hands. What kind of tragic fate our compatriots will face. We are a group exiled to a forgotten corner, and that is why. Only by seeing the abyss and being able to see the world more objectively can we become the god-chosen people who manage the world and lead many races."
The sonorous male voice tightened the air, Roland clearly heard the breathing around him became heavy and rapid, and the air in Alfheim seemed to be wriggling.
"We are not invaders, not killing machines, nor beasts with knives in their mouths and iron boots. We are educators. Leading the ignorant generation to the path of civilization, laying a rest for the dark and barbaric era, and for the world The instructor who brought the new order. The princes present are the pioneers of the new era! The world will hold your breath! Long live the motherland!!!"
Cheers flowed from every corner of the scene, and hundreds of thousands of enthusiasm and cry shook the whole city. Long live the motherland, long live the motherland. Commitment to the turbulent waves that do not know when it will end. Roland echoed, and a cold feeling was pouring from the top of his head.
Long live the motherland, long live the motherland, long live the motherland! !
Intoxicated by the crowd under Li Lin’s words, the crowd turned into a violent wave, and the high fists formed a wave of waves. Personal will and thoughts were engulfed without a trace, and countless colored papers were just right from the air. Scattered.
Feeling cold for the frenzy, Roland shuddered. In a trance, he saw the red eyes over the wall, staring straight at him.
(One day, you will taste the same despair as me.)
The red pupil, which is always as sharp as a knife, sends silent words, entangles Roland's cold hands and feet like a snake
"His Royal Highness, Holy Highness!"
An unfamiliar voice pierced the membrane of sleep, and the left hand pressed against the dull painful temple. When the right hand subconsciously clenched the sword, the body had re-entered the combat state when the question "What's wrong?"
What appeared in the field of vision was the man in the navy uniform of the royal family of Charlemagne, with a look of piety and excitement.
"The goddess is above, and His Royal Highness is safe and sound."
The voice of joy quickly spread, and then upgraded to a mountain called a tsunami. Roland even heard someone shouting "Long live". The cold sweat flowing from the back restored the disconnected memories, and after waving the crowd to calm down the overly excited crowd, Zitong crossed the crowd and looked towards the corner of the street.
There was a wheeled assault gun lying on its side, and now only the dark car body and parts scattered all over the place. After the rollover, Roland once wanted to shout to persuade the other party to surrender, but before he could say a good word, the assault gun exploded. Fortunately, Roland was only swept into a short coma by the shock wave, and there was no further internal or external injury, and the surrounding Charlemagne army and armed citizens happened to arrive.
None of the crew members of the assault gun survived. They chose this ending, and Roland was not surprised. The idea of ​​"not being humiliated by prisoners" inculcated in military schools is afraid of being retaliated by human beings, and it will keep military and technical secrets. Abandoned children who cover the retreat of friendly forces-how many reasons can be motives for self-discipline. The moment they failed, their destiny was over.
This is war, this is the battlefield.
There is no reason, no mercy, and no heroes. Only life and death, killing and being killed. Strength and luck are the only benchmarks that determine fate.
War has no human nature and no morality, murder is the only means, and victory is the ultimate goal. If it does not end with victory, the war will be meaningless.
A careless tone emerged from the depths of memory. The day that was the point of disagreement a few years ago was recalled in the form of a dream, even with many unpleasant memories. It's like a curse, or a reconfirmation of Li Lin's "consistently correct", more like a teasing of the future form of war.
There is no war of honor and humanity. Mass murder between different races and between: elves and humans, Charlemagne and Alfheim, religious and non-religious.
Roland didn't know how Li Lin would look at the reality created by him at the moment, he didn't like it at all.
A blackened arm appeared in the corner of the perspective, realizing that it was the remains of a member of the assault artillery group. The footsteps had been taken, and through the crowd who automatically gave way, Roland stood in front of the broken arm.
Our faithful chariot will give us a metal coffin-to the end. They fulfilled the promise in the military song. No flowers, no coffin covered by the national flag. There was no firing a farewell, no final confession, and it disappeared silently on the battlefield.
Is this... what they want?
Subconsciously reaching out, someone behind him roared:
"His Royal Highness Girl, don't need to extend your jade hand to this kind of rat...!"
The half-stretched hand trembled, and a scorched and wind rushed into the nasal cavity. A strange feeling came from the body healed by Bai Qiang's built-in Tianjing-the sense of "disconnection" that was obviously exhausted but forcibly restored was spreading. The information obtained by Five Senses reminds myself that he is still on the battlefield at the moment, and there is no extra time to be sentimental.
No need, rule out-complete this action in a few seconds, Roland once again became part of the battlefield.
Looked up. The men in uniform around them bowed their hands to salute themselves. Men in casual clothes waved slogans with knives, forks and sticks, and women either knelt down to pray or cried and shouted, and everyone's red face reflected a light.
Silver, divine light.
It is self-evident who triggered it.
Riding a white, pure beast, wearing shiny armor, he stood up in times of national crisis, and gave sin a head-on attack.
Roland's performance has completely surpassed the legend. In the eyes of the people, the figure of wearing the white rose and defeating the beast of steel is the embodiment of the concept of "savior".
In a desperate situation, no one can help but reach out to the symbol of hope.
His Highness! His Highness! His Highness!
People's eyes became blood red, they cried out with joy, and offered their own prayers.
They are extremely pious and completely from the heart, but in the eyes of the people they offer cheers, they are terrible.
The people in front of them overlapped with the elves in the dream shouting "Long live the motherland", and the enthusiastic cheering was more like a wall than a voice. An overwhelming high wall that unifies the individual's will and will never stop until the goal is achieved.
People will seek the meaning from the actions of the god's whim, and then follow his footsteps. At the same time, human beings will also carve idols for themselves, and then give meaning to the creatures.
(...I really don’t want him to be right.)
Swallowing the bitter feelings, the teenager who turned into a holy girl said in a firm voice:
"Please bury these people."
"Uh... yes!!"
The people who left to praise themselves, the white rose on the battlefield once again stepped on the unicorn, and ran towards the Wangli School of Magic without looking back.
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At the same time, in a single room.
Sloss, who watched the entire process of the battle through the demon, was immersed in extreme excitement and could not extricate himself, clapping and talking to himself endlessly.
"Ahahahaha! It's so beautiful and so enjoyable! It is your choice to be an idol, but it is also a correct judgment and a public expectation. But you are ashamed of your immaturity and the adult's correctness, this But the strength of the knight and the king is that tolerating shame and strangling the heart. Still insisting on the'right thing to do \\\' looks really beautiful!"
The men had all gone out to prepare for the attack and retreat, and the empty room was filled with Slos's self-commented comments. When he was cheerful, he jumped on the table and danced with one breath.
"How pure, how noble, how brave! Unexpectedly, this inferior race of mankind still has the fruit that can be called hope! All mankind should observe his life well. After understanding, imitate. No no No. What I said just now doesn’t count. It’s too wasteful to give him to human beings. This noble, this solemn, only I am qualified to tarnish it and the broken heart. Noble boy, holy girl, He broke his wings, hands and feet by reality, burned by flames, and shouted'Lord. I left my body\\\' to die-as long as I can do this. See me overwhelm the thin body and separate his legs -"
Before the words fell, a long, thick black tube flew across Slos's cheek, pierced the child's undesirable delusions, and penetrated deeply into the wall. The breech bark stopped at the back of Slos's head and shook.
"..."
The ecstatic expression stopped for ten seconds, and Sloss sat down quickly and opened the communication terminal.
"Boss, are you trying to kill me?"
"Why do you say that? Ah. By the way, I just slipped my hand. I accidentally lost an 88 gun, did you see it?"
"...Don't squint your eyes when you talk, let alone the whistle of "the most dazzling wind\\\"! Besides, who slipped the cannon space to the edge of his head?"
"Maybe it may be God’s punishment? The omnipotent God has issued a warning to the scum that is full of little yellow books and bl delusions in the brain. I suggest you pay attention to it. Maybe the next time the will shout \\\' mad death couple Hey! \\\'Lower Yang electron gun or graviton bomb."
"...The character of Lord God is so ghost father."
"I didn't hear it, say it again."
"Nothing. Please calm your anger."
"What are you talking about, I'm not angry at all."
There was no anger in the smiling face in the interface, but the invisible pressure, but the mountains and overwhelming pressure Slos was breathless.
"Speaking...boss, is this okay?"
With a long breath, Sloss rested his feet on the table. Grab the bottle and drink the remaining half of the vodka.
"Involve feelings in the idols you make... This kind of thing is very dangerous."
It will be clear to the fanatic people. Becoming an idol is never a lighthearted thing.
"People are because of their own powerlessness and the dignity of their national pride in this coup operation. After losing their "ridiculous self-esteem", only frustration and low self-esteem remain, so they will be so enthusiastic about chasing the Holy Girl \\\'. By replacing frustration and inferiority with worship, to persuade myself to accept that'not a way to survive is worse than her, but just hope that she is better than anyone's sophistry, become a new spiritual pillar. But this This kind of feeling is difficult for the strong man who is uncompromising. When the young master wanted to pick up the remains of the assault cannon members, did someone stop it? They really hated the enemy who launched the terrorist attack, but this is only part of the reason. It is comparable to cruelty. 'S enemies, isn't a holy girl'different from his own imagination' scaring them more?
Hope that the hero can be such a person.
Always ask for heroes.
Some people and things are not allowed to have any influence on idols and their lives.
Never tolerate that he or she is no longer his idol.
The masses craving heroes have such a harsh side.
"Isn't this very similar to how you cultivated Roland?'Roland can only be such a person\\\','His life can only be carried out according to this trajectory\'-although the purpose is different, the scale of the means can not be compared. , But in terms of imposing your thoughts on an object, your approach is really like humans."
"So what are you going to do? Sloss."
With a careless smile, Li Lin asked, knocking on the table.
"Are you desperate for Roland?"
"How is it possible. I am also one of the seven original sins. After finishing my job, I will try my best to satisfy my instincts. Of course, if you allow..."
"Then I will give you this opportunity."
Accompanied by Shen Yun~EbookFREE.me~ unexpected words resounded through the room.
"'That thing\\\' has some time to arrive at the scheduled stage. Counting the retreat redundancy time, you have about 15 minutes. Try to smooth out Roland without liberating the second form. If you fail or escape, ...Walgrave would be happy that someone shared his happiness with him."
The volume in the communication interface is suddenly increased, violent breathing, water sounds, the sound of objects creeping, and a series of "Ya Li butterfly", "Modu", "pressure", "Soukou wow barley", "Yiku" "The voice of mystery rushed in."
"...Sexuality.avi + tentacles without misfortune.mkv? How many times have you done this kind of thing, why are you so skilled?!"
Facing the black screen and vomiting loudly, a smile of lewdness appeared again on Sloss's face, squinting and casting his gaze out of the window, as if through the high walls and distance, watching the one who was forcing himself. Ride like.
"15 minutes...Well, let me crush the fantasy of the heroes and the dream of the Saint Girl." (To be continued.)
(Enlightenment Book Net)