Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 1

The huge slashing sword slashed towards the enemy's right shoulder, and the sharp gust of wind could almost draw blood on the person's cheek.

This chop was so fast that only a cold light could be seen flashing, and it was so powerful that it seemed to split the enemy in half from the shoulder.

In fact, the owner of the sword—Xion, really wanted to chop the opponent to death.The nobles unilaterally broke the contract after the war, and his companions died one after another in the resistance, all of which made his heart full of anger.But he still remained calm, because what he was facing now was a powerful enemy that should not be taken lightly.

Zheng!

The two heavy chopping swords collided in the air, making a loud noise; before the buzzing sound dissipated, the two swords had already pressed against each other, staggered to form a plane perpendicular to the ground.

James Levine!

Sean gritted his teeth, poured his strength into both arms, and pressed the chopping sword in his hand harder on the opponent, as if he wanted to vent his anger completely in this blow.

They wrestled silently with each other using swords as a medium, and the scene seemed to freeze for a moment.

Suddenly, Sean caught a glimpse of the opponent's hands that were clasped on the hilt of the sword loosened, and a dazzling white light flowed out; immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and even his body trembled uncontrollably.

Of course the enemy will not miss this opportunity.The sudden fatal sneak attack caused Sean's tense arms to lose strength instantly. At this moment, the ornately decorated sword slashed vigorously, and the sharp blade embedded in Sean's shoulder.He struggled to grip his weapon, but was unable to fight back.So far, the winner has been divided.

They each leaped backwards.After Sean's feet hit the ground again, his posture was extremely awkward; he had to stab his sword vertically into the ground in front of him to support his body, and gasped for breath.

There was a commotion among the cavalrymen around them, their horses were tightened and ready to go; they obeyed the orders of the Levin family, and now they wanted to swarm up and tear this young man who had sworn to fight the nobles to the end.

Faced with this situation, Sean only spit out a few words: "Who dares to come here?"

Blood flowed crazily from the huge wound on his shoulder, and the wound on his chest also leaked blood as he breathed heavily.But he slowly raised his head, straightening his back as straight and rigid as his own sword, with a mocking smile on his face: "A bunch of lackeys. If you want to kill me, are you worthy?"

How could a soldier loyal to the nobility be unworthy of killing a civilian who organized a riot?The soldiers thought so, but none of them acted; as Sean said, they dared not pass.Even if this person is on the verge of death, his strong fighting spirit still deters others.

"James, you are so smart." Sean smiled, looking at the noble youth who was much older than him: "When you challenged and promised me, you never said not to use magic attacks. I was negligent, magic Attack is the advantage of pure blood nobles, if you want to kill me, how could you not use this."

- I respect you.So, Sean, let us fight one on one with swords, as the warriors of old did, without flintlocks and breastplates, and my men will stand still.

James' face was gloomy, and he didn't seem to be happy for victory: "I have no choice. I want to use a gentler method, but you ignore it. Others have captured your subordinates, but they are not willing to betray you even if they die .They said you were a warrior worth their life to defend."

"I know, of course they won't." Although he was embarrassed, Sean still smiled confidently. "Even if we die, we will not turn our backs on each other."

"You were originally excellent fighters, but you went to the wrong battlefield." James shook his head, as if regretting, and as if to blame: "We were on the same front half a year ago, overthrowing the autocracy of the royal family and the church, And repelled the neighboring *team who took advantage of the fire. But after the situation stabilized, you started to make demands..."

"It wasn't us who made the request!" Sean interrupted him roughly: "It was you who recruited warriors who are good at fighting among the people and signed a contract of 'benevolence to the people' with us, but you didn't honor it!"

James Levine was silent.He knew that Sean was telling the truth.

The ancestors of the nobles were naturally noble because of their magical talents, but the Holy See claimed that this was a gift from God, and the recipients needed to support the person chosen by God as king.The irony is that the members of the selected family know nothing about magic, and are almost as useless as ordinary people except for being promoted to high positions and prominent status.

This country has been under the absolute rule of the imperial power and the Holy See for hundreds of years, and finally the situation is broken by an automatic machine made by the common people.Not satisfied with only the royal family and the church in power, the nobles mastered technology with money and power, and seduced the warlike civilians with inflammatory words and bright prospects.Now that the royal family has stepped down, the authority of the church is no longer there, and the nobles have also denied their original promises.

There are ten generals who were born as civilians who fought unwillingly. In order to establish absolute authority and monopolize profits, the nobles naturally wanted to eliminate this group of people.It may sound mean, but history is written by the victors, and the uninformed will only see it as riots.

"You thought it was your power that illuminated this land, but you forgot that the original fire came from civilians." Sean laughed mockingly, and his words were aggressive: "Now, you have abandoned the power you once used. Don't we Should we continue to fight for our own interests?"

"You are telling the truth, but the truth cannot win the victory of those who hit the stone with the pebble." James made a concession: "The ten people who instigated the civilians, now you are the only one left. Surrender and join us, your past crimes will be wiped out." will be forgiven."

"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I get a hypocritical forgiveness? We will all die, but the belief in fighting to the end will not fade away." Sean said calmly: "You know who is right. James, you at least He is still a man with a conscience, and the way to win me is fair. But even you are not qualified to sanction me."

The last half of the sentence was drowned out by the sound of sharp weapons splitting the air.The heavy and long slashing sword was thrown by Sean like a small hidden weapon, and finally pierced into the chest of a lone cavalryman.The cavalryman fell out due to the huge impact, but the sword that killed him was pulled out - Sean jumped on the horse and retrieved the weapon that had been with him for a long time.

The process was so fast that it was too late to react, and even James was taken aback.He had fought side by side with Sean, and he knew that the other party was a natural fighter, but he never thought that this young civilian could burst out with such terrifying strength and speed after being seriously injured.

Of course, Shane didn't feel well either.The reason why pure blood nobles are incomparably noble is precisely because they are born with great strength.The opponent's magic attack left a long and deep wound on his chest. When he was standing still, it didn't look like a serious wound at all; but when Sean threw the sword suddenly and jumped on the horse, the wound instantly Cracked, blood spattered fiercely, and soon dyed his clothes dark red.He took a deep breath to calm his breath, and then rode away.

"Don't chase." James stopped the soldiers who were about to move, and said with emotion: "He is really a very proud man."

Because of pride, Sean would not sneak attack the person who defeated him, even if he hated him to the bone; also because of pride, Sean could not bear to die in front of the enemy.

The lieutenant's question interrupted James' thoughts: "Commander, is this okay? He is one of the 'ten leaders'..."

James waved his hand: "It's okay, he won't live long anyway." He has lived on the battlefield for many years and can see the injury clearly.If Sean was still saved before the wound on his chest burst, then now, with that considerable blood loss, he might not even be able to hold the reins in a few minutes.

James was right in his estimation.

A few hundred meters from the village where he was born, Sean fell off his horse.He struggled to adjust his body so that he could see home.He was cold and trembling with pain, but his mind was still clear.He never thought that he had so much blood to shed, nor did he think that his vitality was so strong.

As he was dying, Sean thought of those who fought by his side.His companions died in a variety of different ways, and he only knew one or two.

The burly man who scolded the nobles for breaking their promises in the tavern and called on everyone to raise their arms to fight was blown up half of his body was bloody, and his body was burned by Sean himself behind the broken wall in the wild, and he fought side by side with them People lined up to pay their respects in silence.

The young woman who excelled in throwing cold weapons was captured, her body was cut off hundreds of times, and then hung outside the city gate to be eaten by wild birds; the watchdogs of the nobles were laughing under her beautiful and miserable eyes, Discuss where to go to drink and have fun at night.Sean snatched back her body and saved her dignity, but couldn't save the other's life.

Sean can often be lonely.But there must always be someone who is strong to the end and fights to the end.Obviously, that person was himself.

A little boy who was collecting firewood nearby walked up to him, his big eyes overflowing with excitement: "You are Sheen, aren't you? They told me about you, you are the most talented hunter, able to win No one can defeat you than that group of noble warriors!"

Sean saw his appearance in the eyes of the other party: he was now a blood man, with messy black hair, and the blue eyes that were once praised as "bright" were very dim and full of lifelessness. "I guess they exaggerated, I just lived a little longer." Seeing the sadness in the kid's eyes gave Sean an idea.

I cannot leave a corpse to the enemy.If they insult my dead body and laugh at our failures, I am afraid I will feel pain in hell, and the pain will be no less than being roasted on the fire.

"Let's discuss it." Sean said to the child: "Now, you dispose of my body and tell others not to make unnecessary sacrifices. I will give you the sword."

The child's eyes widened in an instant, and there was undisguised surprise on his face: "Really? You want to give me this sword? But what am I going to do with your... corpse?"

"I've got a tinder box in my pocket," Sean managed to say curtly.

According to Xie En's words, the child took out the tinder box and wiped out the fire, but he still hesitated. "Aren't you in pain?"

"It doesn't matter, it won't hurt for a long time." Sean smiled: "I'm going to die soon."

The flames touched the dry cloth and sprang up excitedly, trying to reduce everything it touched to a charcoal residue.The child held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and because the weapon was too heavy, he could only drag it on the ground.

This is just a child of seven or eight years old, but he made a successor-like oath to Sean: "I will not throw it in the corner, nor will it be a souvenir; whether it is in your hands, or In my hands, it is a weapon aimed at the nobles." His voice was very tender, but his words were extremely firm.

The scorching flames burned him, like a red-hot high-temperature knife cutting flesh.Under such pain, Sean wanted to smile.He knew that even if he died, someone would inherit his weapons and fight those nobles until he got the life he wanted.

Sean closed his eyes calmly and said something softly.

It was such a sentence that failed to reach anyone's ears, taking Sean's last breath.His sword was taken away by the ragged child, and his glory and life were buried in this land, and his body was reduced to ashes in the flames.

On this day, the last civilian leader died, and the nobles completely suppressed the riots they called.

In the same year, the nobles established a new regime, and together with the big businessmen, they became members of the parliament with real power.For the declining royal family, they mercifully retained those honorable titles; for the civilians who did not know what to do and started riots, they forgave, and only sent the surviving rebels to the bitter cold in the north to work as workers. Everything about the ten culprits was wiped out.

"For our country, there has never been a better time than now." The first prime minister said in his departure speech.