"I'm sorry to interrupt your memories."
Valentine lowered his head, holding the revolver in his right hand. The palm of his left hand covered the muzzle of the pistol, making a "stop" gesture. Anfiya retracted her thoughts, her eyes brightened again, and she looked directly at the man in front of her.
"You said you saw an execution ground where the Integration Movement executes the Integration Movement?"
Valentin stared at the girl's beautiful eyes, not hiding the doubts in his eyes. His smile was distorted and exaggerated, and his eyebrows were raised high, making him look like a clown.
Similarly, this also shows how much impact Anfiya's words have on Valentine.
Integration Movement Execution Integration Movement…
"Are you sure you read that correctly?"
Valentin waved his arms, and Anfiya sat on the chair. Her eyes were attracted by the revolver gun in his hand, and her body was shaking slightly, as if she was afraid that the gun would go off and hurt her.
After all, she is just a little girl who has touched a gun for the first time. It is normal to be afraid of a murderous thing like a gun, and it is also normal to worry about it going off. As a revolver gun or a single-action revolver gun, the probability of this TOZ-36 misfiring can be said to be zero.
Unless there is an accident, you can press the hammer which requires sufficient force to press and then touch the trigger.
"Are you sure that those killed on the execution ground were members of the Integration Movement wearing uniforms and masks like you? And not ordinary citizens of Chiecheng?"
Now that the execution was mentioned, the scene of burning, killing, and looting by the Integration Movement that Valentin saw in the mental space that day once again appeared in his mind, but it was quickly suppressed by him again.
"I am sure."
Anfiya nodded without any hesitation.
"Okay, continue with your memories."
Valentine had nothing to say.
——————Time Back————————
I...I don't know what I saw.
Oh, of course, it was a place of execution, I knew it. In history books and in the news, countless articles praising the bravery of Ursus and the great deeds of the king are always paired with a few pictures of the execution of enemies and prisoners. The scene in front of him is just like those in those pictures.
The crowd crowded together like white waves and gathered around a high platform. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could only feel the oppression on these people's bodies that was so heavy that I couldn't breathe. They were like corpses, standing blankly in front of the execution platform, looking at the executioners and criminals on the high platform with their necks raised. The executioners are their brothers and sisters, and so are the prisoners.
Unlike those who were watching the integration movement, the uniforms of the executioners standing on the high platform were not pure white, but stained with bright red blood. The robes they wore were different from the thin robes worn by ordinary soldiers. They looked much thicker, and there was a lot of fluff on the edge of the hood. They looked very warm, but I couldn't feel any warmth. There is a bright red ribbon hanging on their chests. I don't know what dyed it so bright red, whether it was blood or paint. All I know is that I felt a strong sense of fear and chill in these people, which was unmatched by ordinary soldiers of the Integration Movement.
There were only a few of these special soldiers standing on the high platform, but I felt a much stronger aura from them than those of the onlookers. If the onlookers of the integration movement are just a group of hyenas, then these specially dressed soldiers are a group of tigers, beasts whose teeth and claws have been weathered but still extremely sharp.
And standing at the front of the high platform...
I don't know how to describe him, whether he is a monster or a human.
He was about three meters tall, with large twisted horns like the roots of an old tree growing on top of his head, covered with yellow and pitch black color of decay and stench. If there were a crow sitting on those horns now, I wouldn't feel disobedient because it would be the most suitable match for those big horns, just like decay has always accompanied death. His head is also big, but I can't see his face clearly because there is a long sheep skull-like mask directly covering his face, wrapping the entire head. The outside of the mask showed a metallic luster, but it was covered with deep cracks. It was unknown whether the mask was born like this or was marked by the war. Although this mask prevented me from seeing his face clearly, the monster's eyes clearly appeared in my field of vision, which also made me understand that this guy who stands on a high platform like a mountain can only be worthy of being among the monsters. name.
What kind of eyes are those?
It was so red that it looked like it was made entirely of blood. But I understand that there is definitely more than just blood in those eyes...
Those eyes were baptized by countless dead lives and torn souls. They were as terrifying and shocking as his appearance.
Unlike all other integration movements, this monster is not wearing a white robe, but a set of old armor. I remember the pattern of this armor, which was only worthy of the elite of Ursus' army. It's just different from what I saw on TV or in paintings. The surface of this armor is covered with blood and dirt, with rust and scratches everywhere. It seems to have been weathered without much maintenance. But it is precisely because of this that this armor makes me feel that it is an extremely perfect match with this monster. A monster as terrifying as him should be equipped with such shabby equipment, exuding death and decay from beginning to end. It smells like the God of Death has lost the meaning of existence in his hands. He is the God of Death on the battlefield.
But soon, I remembered his identity. Monster-like body shape, twisted big horns, bright red eyes, these shocking racial characteristics are only possessed by the Wendigo among the Sakaz people, and in Ursus, only Wendigo can wear this armor. one person……
Bodjokasti.
As a noble, I know much better than the average person about the news circulating among the higher-ups in Ursus. Both nobles and ordinary people have heard of the rumors about Bozhuo Kasti. A demon tribesman dedicated his youth to the Ursus Empire and expanded the territory for the last Ursus emperor. His military exploits and legends can make the most eloquent bard sing for three days and three nights. Needless to say, its power is natural.
I was just surprised, just like seeing this execution ground of the Integral Movement, why I saw this legend of Ursus here among our enemies.
But soon, the legend’s actions stopped me thinking. He raised the halberd in his hand and waved it at an Integration Movement soldier kneeling beside him.
You can probably imagine what happened next. I didn't close my eyes, just watching the blood spurt out from the cross section of the neck, and watching the heads of those people rolling on the ground like footballs. One after another, members of the integration movement were killed, and the ribbons on the chests of the executioners shone brighter and brighter, even hurting my eyes.
The execution lasted only a short time, but dozens of soldiers were executed. What surprised me was that none of the soldiers of the Integration Movement who surrounded the execution platform left. They just stood there and watched the heroes of Ursus kill their brothers and sisters.
At first, I thought the people being executed were ordinary people wearing uniform sportswear and that this was just an act of catharsis. But after seeing the reactions of onlookers, I overturned this conjecture.
So, who else in this city is worthy of the integration movement killing them so cruelly?
I don't understand, and I don't want to understand. My purpose is still to escape the city, not to think here about why the heroes of Ursus rebelled and why the Integration Movement killed their own compatriots. And just when I was about to turn around and leave, I suddenly remembered something...
Bodrokasti's loyalty to Ursus is unquestionable, and he definitely has his own reasons for joining the Consolidated Movement. What would a patriot do if he joined a group that rebelled against the government, only to execute his fellow soldiers after the invasion?
Because these people indiscriminately killed the people of Ursus and destroyed the land of Ursus during the invasion?
No, this is ridiculous.
I rejected this idea the moment it came up and walked away from here lightly. As I walked around a corner, I bumped into an Integration Movement soldier. He also had a watch in his hand. I recognized that watch as it belonged to my family.
What would you do if you suddenly met a stranger wearing completely different clothes than you in a land that has been reduced to ruins?
Believe me, you will be stunned for a few seconds before you raise the weapon in your hand to hit him.
But fortunately, my time in daze was shorter than his.
This place is full of soldiers from the Integration Movement, and there was a hero from the past of Ursus on the execution ground just now. If I do this, my probability of escaping will be minimized. But if I don't do that, I'm going to die under the machete of the bastard in front of me.
I took out the pistol and pointed it at the guy in front of me. I pressed the hammer with my right thumb and pulled the trigger with my index finger.
——————End of memories————————
"Did you kill that guy?"
Valentine shook the blunderbuss in his hand and flicked it out of the nest. He picked up the bullet on the table and stuffed it into the cylinder. Just before he escorted Anfiya into this room, he took the gun from the other party's hand. In order to carefully observe the details of the gun, Valentin also deliberately removed a bullet and a cartridge case inside. It was taken out. That bullet casing was the evidence left behind when Anfiya shot Valentine just now, and now he could still smell the pungent smell attached to it.
Apart from the shell casings, the gun still had three bullets. This is a revolver gun that can hold six bullets. It seems that Anfiya has defeated two enemies before meeting Valentine.
"Yes, the distance is very close. I can put the blunderbuss against his head and shoot."
Anfiya was still immersed in memories and did not notice Valentine's movements.
"The loud noise attracted the attention of those integrated movements, and I was caught, which was the obvious result. However, the Ursus hero gave me another option besides being imprisoned..."
"Join them?"
Valentine continued. He closed the cylinder and rubbed it vigorously with his left hand, making the cylinder rotate as fast as a windmill, and the creaking sound filled the whole room. Anfiya was not surprised by this. In her eyes, this man was just bored to relieve his boredom. She was also very aware of her storytelling skills.
"Yes."
Anfiya nodded.
"I had no choice but to survive. But realistically, if I didn't join them, I felt like I didn't have much time left to live."
Her voice sounded a little lonely.
"A few days after joining the Integrated Movement, I had some adverse reactions in my body. After a doctor's diagnosis, I was diagnosed with mineral disease."
Like the winter wind in Ursus, bad news always came so quickly and violently that Anfiya could not recognize the facts for a while. She even thought that the doctor in front of her was making fun of her, a newcomer who was forced to join the integration movement. However, when she touched something hard on her body while sleeping that night, Anfiya seemed to understand why Bodro Kasti would give her a chance to join the integration movement.
She has inevitably become a member of the infected and a brother and sister of everyone in the integration movement.
"Then you stayed in the integration movement?"
Valentine stopped what he was doing, and the rotating bullet nest stopped as abruptly as the sound. He put down the gun in his hand and stretched.
"Aw...please forgive me for sleeping too late last night."
"Yes. From the core city of Chernobog to the Chernobog sub-city in the wilderness outside Longmen, and now to Longmen. Like all other soldiers of the integration movement, I fight for the 'nation of the infected' as the leader calls it. Running."
"Although I don't believe what the dragon girl said."
There's no denying that Tallulah's speech was powerful. But no matter how contagious she is, the things she promises are unrealistic, and any sane person will understand this.
But they will still fight for Tallulah.
"Because they don't know what else to do now but fight for this impossible ideal."
The corners of Anfiya's mouth turned up, full of bitterness.
"When I first joined the integration movement, I just wanted to escape, but the fact that I became an infected person severely extinguished this flame. As a noble, I know how much I hated the infected people in the past, and I also know that How painful it is now. I didn’t sleep well that night and was awakened many times by nightmares. Every time I fell asleep, I had images of people oppressing infected people that I had seen in my mind, but in those images, I became the victim. By."
"It was after that night that I truly became a member of the integration movement. The guy I killed didn't cause me any trouble. They even gave me some ammunition seized from the police station to kill me. Train as a shooter.”
"There was no inhumane treatment as I imagined. They treated me like real brothers and sisters. I could even feel a much stronger family affection from these soldiers than my own father."
"but……"
Valentin interrupted Anfiya.
"I think you should understand what the Integrated Movement did when they first invaded Chernobog."
He now felt that Anfiya was blinded by the good side of the integration movement and selectively forgot the crimes they had committed. But no matter how upright a person is, the mistakes they have made will never disappear.
"Besides, your father also died in their hands, right?"
"really."
Anfiya did not deny Valentin's statement, but her next words shocked the little dragon.
"But Bodrokas found the soldier who killed my father that day. He tied up the man and threw him in front of me and asked me to choose this guy's fate."
"I gave him a shot in the head."
…
"It's...simple and crude."
Valentine didn't know what to say.
"Yes, just like those soldiers who ruined this city. Every day Bodro Kasti's team exists in Checheng, that execution ground exists. Every day, soldiers are executed for no other reason but one. "
"They committed an unforgivable crime in Chernobog."
"This method is very effective. At first there were still people who didn't listen to the snow monsters, but more and more people were executed, and the discordant voices among the soldiers became lower and lower."
Use benevolent governance in prosperous times, and use heavy codes in troubled times.
This sentence is timeless no matter which world it is placed in. In the chaos of war, no one will listen to your talk of benevolence, justice and morality. Only the deterrence of blood will make people obedient.
"Although there are still some extremely evil thugs in the integration movement, their number is very small, and they have become very honest. This is the fact that the Longmen slum is almost intact."
Anfiya thought of the day they stormed into the Longmen slums.
"Moreover, some of the damaged buildings you saw on the streets of the slums, the dead bodies hung on street lamps... were all done by the locals of Longmen. Although Mephistopheles acquiesced in the crimes committed by his men, now Not many people would do that at this time.”
"The anger that has been oppressed by Chernobog for a long time has been vented a lot, and they have nothing to vent to Longmen. Moreover, the leader also said that Longmen will be a city of the Integration Movement, and they will not destroy it. My future home.”
"My future home."
Valentine sneered.
"Do you really believe it? I think the home Tallulah mentioned is Longmen's prison and mine."
"We don't believe it, but we have to believe it."
Anfiya sighed, her voice suddenly becoming extremely tired.
"Because we know that there is no place for us in this world."
The integration movement chose to use violence to resist oppression, and ended up massacring an entire city. When these infected people woke up, they could only stare at the blood in their hands and the corpses on the ground in a daze. These people have cut off their own escape route, and now they can only move forward, no matter what monsters are standing in front of them.
What about retreating?
Everyone will be screwed.
"Like I just said, we don't know what else to do except follow the leader's orders, because there is nothing left to do."
The integration movement needed a leader, and their leader chose to leave these people to die. Some people understand that there is a pit of fire in front of them, but they can only jump down and look forward to the hope that is impossible to exist one day in the future.
"But you don't have to stay here. The world is very big and there are many places to survive..."
Valentine wanted to say something more, but he also found out awkwardly that it seemed that the current integration movement had no other ending than being destroyed.
Yes, the organization has changed, potentially transforming into a real organization fighting for the infected, just like Rhode Island. However, they lack a leader, a leader who can lead them on the right path.
Is Rhode Island okay?
Valentine doesn't know.
But he knows one thing: Rhode Island is still a business, not a charity. Rhode Island will accept those strange people to join them, but what about so many ordinary infected people?
Are they all assigned to factories and B-class residential areas?
Let’s not talk about whether these infected people will come to the island. The infected people flowing out of a city now include the infected people in the Longmen slum. Can Rhode Island accommodate it?
I'm afraid it won't be eaten up in a matter of minutes.
So where is the leader who can lead the rest of the integration movement back on track?
I don’t know, no one knows.
Not himself anyway.
"All right."
Valentine slapped the table. He can't save an organization, but he can't save a person?
"Have you ever heard of Rhode Island?"
