Azkar's name has been forgotten by Tariq's people.
Alyosha already understood this when she came to this land and began to investigate the past of her surname. She didn’t know why Tariq sealed this name, nor why her great-grandfather’s contribution was buried. In fact, when she first came to Tariq, Alyosha was still a little dissatisfied. And anger, of course, but also a little bit of fear.
She was afraid that her great-great-grandfather had parted ways because of an uneven division of the spoils with Tariq. She was also afraid that her great-great-grandfather’s bandit nature caused him to do wrong things and be punished by Tariq. After all, Alyosha is only a girl in her twenties, so it is natural for her to be afraid.
But now, she was relieved.
"Your great-grandfather had two children at the time. The eldest son was cleaning up the remnants of the Czar at the Mosk border, and the second son helped him look after the western part of Tariq. After your great-grandfather committed suicide, the second son Alat sent the unconscious Tariq to the hospital. We returned to the Tarik border. But we couldn’t enter the city-state because we were tainted with the aura of pioneers, so we had no choice but to go deep into the west.”
"The eldest brother Ayas didn't know what happened. He only knew that one day suddenly, no one in Mosk remembered him or his father, as if all the information about the Morgan family had been erased. He seemed to notice at the time At what point, I chose to leave Tariq and go to live in Magnum."
I see.
At this time, secrets about the Morgan family surfaced.
Azka Morgan, the ancestors of the Morgan family, and Tarik Vladimir jointly overthrew the tyrannical rule of the Tsarist Empire and established the Tarik People's Republic. And what they use is the legacy left by the pioneers. These heritages were few in number and not conspicuous, so Twelve Moments didn’t pay much attention to them.
But when the two established the Tariq People's Republic, Tariq believed that the country at that time was too weak and surrounded by foreign enemies. He wondered whether he could find more rare objects in that magical land. Therefore, he and Azka came to the valley containing magical power.
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"How far is it?"
In that distant era, because there was no plague, the construction of the west was much better than in modern times. At least, under the hooves of Azkar's pure-blooded black Noroma, there was a clean and wide road.
"It's almost here, less than ten kilometers."
The man on the other white horse took off his top hat. His clean uniform was incompatible with the scenery of the surrounding deserted land. He took out a piece of paper, compared it with the road signs, and then said firmly: "Follow this avenue for another six kilometers, and we should be there."
"You shouldn't."
Azka flicked the reins, held a cigar in his mouth, and said with a sad look on his face: "You said it would be here two hours ago. Please give me an accurate time."
"Don't worry, we will definitely be there within ten minutes."
Putting away the map, Tarik flicked the reins confidently and walked away. Seeing this, Azka sighed helplessly, then smiled and followed.
After a short journey of ten kilometers, the two came across a small village. Since the founding of Tariq, the economy of the west has miraculously begun to recover. Of course, this is also related to the wealth that those dignitaries hid in the west. Except for a batch of military expenditures used to overthrow the tsar, all the other funds Tariq used were used to build the west. This also made the development momentum of the west begin to improve a lot after the war.
Although the villagers in the village did not recognize the identities of the two, they saw the "People's Army Badge" on the chests of Tariq and Azka. The kind and honest villagers immediately and enthusiastically invited the two to have a rest and drink some water and eat something. thing. Although Tariq happily wanted to get along with him, he could only decline the villagers because he had important matters at hand.
"Tsk tsk, the people are so enthusiastic."
After leaving the village, Tariq smacked his lips and said with emotion: "There are still many good people."
“The enthusiasm is because they have enough to eat and have warm clothes.”
Azka on the side dismissed Tariq's words, "If they don't have enough food and clothing, they will be the biggest bandits."
"Then weren't you already well fed and clothed? Why do you still want to be a bandit?"
Tariq choked with a smile. Azka was not annoyed either. He rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I am indeed a bandit. I am robbing officials and businessmen. I am still helping these people stay alive after you have been nagging for a long time. You change the country." Look, whose bandits work tirelessly every day to deal with the nefarious aunts and uncles? They all want a happy revenge."
"Most people seek revenge because their laws cannot give a fair result, so they are unwilling to do so."
Tariq sighed with emotion, then he looked at the sunset on the horizon, and said with some worry: "It sets early today, we have to go quickly. If I come back late today, the ancestor at home may cause some trouble. Sample."
"What's so exciting about having a daughter?"
Azka muttered something, but he was not unambiguous. He clamped the horse's belly, jerked the reins, and the black horse galloped away. Not to be outdone, Tarik also leaned down, and the man and horse turned into a meteor and began to chase the black halo.
After a while, the two arrived in a valley. Accompanied by two horse cries, the two dismounted and came to this seemingly ordinary valley together.
"That's it?"
Azka looked around carefully and looked at Tariq with disappointment, "Is this the promised land you said?"
"Um."
At this time, Tariq's face no longer had the wantonness before, but was solemn and steady. He leaned down, gently put his hand on the yellow sand, and said in a low voice, "This is it."
"What's this?"
Azka scratched his head and asked in confusion: "You said you got your knowledge from here. I thought there was some kind of building. If not, you can just have a cave."
"Those are meaningless."
Standing up and grabbing a handful of sand, Tariq threw it away. Then, Azka was surprised to find that the sand stagnated in mid-air, and then slowly arranged into countless complicated words.
These characters are square and square and have no resemblance to any language in mainland China. But for some reason, when Azka saw those words, he was able to understand the meaning of the words accurately.
"On... protracted war?"
After reading the title, Azka began to read the article made of sand. After a while, obvious admiration appeared on the face of Azka, who had always been proud and arrogant. After a while, he looked at Tariq, nodded and said convincingly:
"I believe you, this knowledge is indeed very meaningful."
"No, this knowledge is actually just the tip of the iceberg."
Tariq shook his head, pointed to an end not far away, and said to Azka: "This sentence is what I care about most."
Azka followed Tariq's instructions and looked over. There was only one sentence in that place, but it was obvious that that was the knowledge that Tariq cared about most.
"Latercomers, if you can see this knowledge, it means you need its help. But you must remember that in our time, the great men who wrote these articles once taught us that specific problems must be Specific analysis. Tools should be polished to suit you, rather than just using someone else's."
Simple and easy to understand, but it contains profound truth.
"I have read several articles on protracted war and guerrilla warfare. There are no problems with the theoretical basis in them, but the specific situations are quite different. For example, there is no mention of the professions of hunter and bushranger in guerrilla warfare. The protracted war did not pay attention to the problem of magic energy. It was precisely because of the last paragraph that I chose to transform the theory based on Tariq's national conditions, so I wrote a summary of "On Tariq's Battle"."
Thinking of those days, Tariq couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He has always thought that he was very lucky, lucky to have encountered these precious wealth of knowledge, and lucky to have met a great man. After most scholars in the world have developed their own theories, they will treat them as treasures and prevent others from easily tampering with them, thinking that this is a universal truth.
However, the author of these articles, the being known as the great man, happily chose to develop his own theory. He didn't care if future generations overturned or changed his theory, because he believed that only through continuous development can a true and effective theory be obtained. It was also this kind of theoretical guidance that allowed the country of Tariq to be established in the ideal direction, without taking the old path of revolutionaries becoming feudal.
Therefore, after Tariq established his country and gradually settled down, Tariq always wanted to come here again to see if he could find more knowledge. He didn't want to be greedy, he just wanted to preserve the knowledge, even if he couldn't use it.
A bit like chasing stars?
"I have analyzed that the reason why the sand here can be condensed into a coat of arms is because the magic energy here is engraved into the magic circle."
Tarik's words made Azka a little confused, "What? A magic circle engraved on the magic energy?"
"Yes."
Tarik nodded and said seriously: "Every magic energy here is engraved with a magic circle, and the magic circles are connected with each other, which forms a giant magic circle of incredible scale. But because it is a magic circle, Yes, so our naked eyes and most observation tools cannot see that level."
"Wait, wait, wait."
Azka stretched out his hand, interrupted Tariq's words, and said with a headache: "You know I don't have much education, can you please put it simply."
"In short, the people who left these articles carved these words in another dimension. That dimension cannot be deciphered with our current technological level, and can only be observed using their methods."
"Oh, got it, embroidery on the grapes?"
Tariq looked at the suddenly enlightened Azka in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know whether to praise him for his intelligence or his big head. He sighed, and then said to Azka: "I feel that there are still more things that have not been discovered here."
"Then dig it out."
Azka was decisive, "You can do it if you want, I will just accompany you."
"I knew it."
Tariq smiled and patted Azka on the shoulder. The two of them didn't look like they were friends at all. A high-ranking official who is neatly dressed and has neatly groomed beard and hair. The other one looked like a complete outlaw, with messy hair, unruly beard, and sharp eyes, all giving people a sense of oppression.
But these two people are recognized as close friends by everyone. The former Tsarist Empire used counterintuitive tactics to drive a wedge between the two. They wanted to take advantage of Kazik's bandit nature and directly sent a trainload of jewelry and gold into the hands of Kazik, who was fighting on the front line. This move made everyone think that even if Kazik did not defect to the Tsarist Empire, Tarik would be on guard against him.
However, what everyone did not expect was that after receiving the news, Tariq just smiled lightly, said thank you to the Tsarist Empire for the supplies, and then went to the front line alone to transport the jewelry to the rear as armaments. reserve. Not to mention Azka hesitated, he didn't even look at it, and sent two of his confidants to directly send back a trainload of dizzying jewelry.
Later, the Tsarist Empire also gave up this idea. They discovered that the two men were not so-called friendship at all, but like-minded comrades-in-arms. The relationship between them is not maintained by interests, but by ridiculous "ideals". But it is this ideal that seems fragile to outsiders that makes the two of them become comrades who can entrust everything to each other.
Azka could directly follow Tariq to the west because of his words, and Tariq did not hesitate at all and directly revealed all these confidential matters. Even though their empire had just been established, and even though the outside world thought that Azka had the intention to seize power, the two of them laughed it off.
Now, they came to the core of Tariq's country, and the biggest secret in Tariq's heart.
"What I want to do is use your dead eye to find out if there is any energy disorder in this land, so that I can use the kinetic energy generated during energy collision to impact the gap to achieve the effect of restoring the magic energy."
"knew."
Azka nodded, indicating that he understood what Tariq meant. Then he closed his eyes and took off his cowboy hat, as if thinking about something. Suddenly, Azka's eyes opened, and the black aura of death lingered in his pupils.
"It really does."
However, after a moment, Azka blinked and the black aura in his eyes dissipated. He stretched out his hand, pointed to a place, and said to Tariq: "There is a gap in this place."
"And I feel like there is a hollow under this land."
"Skeleton?"
Tariq frowned and was about to say something when suddenly, an ethereal voice echoed in his mind.
【pioneer...】
【Don't believe him】
【He has already gone crazy】
