Chapter 502: The Accusation Record Left Behind by the Soldier

"I don't know why Lord Hate must bring us here, and why we have suffered so much along the way. But I know there must be a reason behind all of this. This society is just like this, one layer pressing down on another, one link locked into the next. Looking from the top down, things are all very clear, while looking from the bottom up, it is often very difficult to see any clues."

The middle-aged Soldier sighed at this moment: "For example, us and the villagers of this village. From our perspective, we attacked this place and captured those villagers just to complete the orders of the Captain and the Adjutant; we needed manpower to replace us in mining and to procure the large amount of food consumed while mining. The goal is clear, and although the means are brutal, it is also because we have no other gentler means. For example, spending money to buy food from this village, or spending money to hire people from this village to work in the mines."

"But if you stand from the perspective of those villagers, you would feel that the event happened suddenly, and the process was bloody and terrifying. We soldiers and those villagers of theirs are clearly both people of the Saint Hors Kingdom, so why would we attack a village under the rule of the same kingdom? And after the attack, we even captured people to enslave them, bringing them into the deep, dark Mine, working hard every day. To them, this is both abnormal and terrifying; no one could have predicted these situations appearing beforehand."

"In the eyes of those villagers, we people can probably be described and cursed with every negative term. Of course, everyone in the team did indeed accumulate too much pressure while crossing the Southern Mountains, including mental and physical, and some people did indeed degenerate, losing control in their behavior, so being described negatively by others is also deserved."

Speaking of this, the young man seemed to sit heavily on some chair, saying dejectedly: "Then Uncle, the future, I mean, what will happen to all of us? After doing these inexplicable things, how will all of this end? At this time, I actually wish Knight Hate was still alive, because if he were alive, things would be his responsibility, and everything would be decided by him; we would only need to follow orders."

The middle-aged man started writing something again, the tip of his dip pen making a rustling sound on the paper. He said while writing: "Lord Hate is not necessarily dead, I will remind you first. As for how the final ending will play out? I don't know how things will end, but I only know that it probably won't be very good for everyone."

"How so? Uncle? Uncle?" The young man hurriedly pressed for an answer.

"Do you still remember who is currently stationed in the Cunzi? Think back carefully, aren't they all people who are not the core personnel under the Captain and the Adjutant? As well as the mentally unstable soldiers in the team, and you and me who did not cooperate with the order to attack the village?"

The young man muttered to himself: "Now that you mention it, it really is..."

"Sigh, we are the people excluded from their expected outcome. No matter why Knight Hate must dig for the Mineral Ore in those mines, after things are over, those villagers who dug the ore will probably find it hard to stay alive. But it's not to say that others, that is, those people of the Captain and the others, will definitely survive in the end. We are placed outside to be used as a Shield, but isn't it hard for those people not to be used as a disposable protective shield by those even higher up?"

At this time, the middle-aged man smashed a fist hard onto the desk in the room, making a 'thud' sound, showing his agitated mood.

"I opposed crossing the Southern Mountains from the beginning, because this order itself was very abnormal, you know? If we wanted to avoid the enemy's offensive military force, we only needed to enter the mountains slightly; there was absolutely no need to take such a risk to cross the entire mountain range and come to this remote place. Now it seems that the people behind Lord Hate want us to restart that new mine that was abandoned halfway. And the cost and tools are us soldiers; after finishing the work, we will be silently buried in this mountain forest, only transporting the benefits to those people behind the scenes."

"Even Lord Hate tacitly approved of this matter; at least from the fact that he led everyone across the Southern Mountains, he did not oppose this matter. It was only later, I don't know if it was him personally, or the Captain, or perhaps the Knight's Adjutant—I don't know whose suggestion it was—to let the villagers of this village outside the mountain forest take our place to suffer. Perhaps this is also a measure of self-preservation by someone who saw through the event behind the scenes? Hard to say..."

Speaking to this point, the middle-aged man lost the interest to continue, and the young Soldier understood the uncontrollability of the situation. These Defeated Soldiers looked like they were still showing off their power and oppressing this remote Cunzi, but in reality, regarding the result, they would not be much better off than these villagers; the ending would likely be death for all.

Thus, the young Soldier stood up and picked up something, not knowing what it was, and smashed it on the ground, making a 'bang bang' sound.

"Enough! Don't be like this! Even if you smash this set of Soldier Armor, it won't have any effect. At least the Armor can still save your life in battle." The middle-aged man hurriedly advised.

But the young Soldier said resentfully: "I feel sick now whenever I see the Knight's emblem of Knight Hate on the Armor. Why did he have to bring us to this place and want us to die? He himself was so heavily injured, why didn't he find a place to die quietly? He still had to find us who were hiding, forcibly lead everyone to this small place, and do these inexplicable things. I just want to go home, I don't want to just die in this remote village whose name I can't even call out. Uncle, let's run away? Let's take some food and run away immediately tonight!"

There was silence in the room for a while. Just when Jier thought they were whispering, the middle-aged Soldier seemed to have finally finished writing something and said: "It's impossible. At least here, it is very difficult for two people to leave safely."

"Why? I didn't see any Monster outside the village? Besides, we even crossed the Southern Mountains full of Monsters and Magic Beasts, and we can't leave this safe place where people live? I don't believe it!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly: "You think the defense in the Cunzi is so tight just to defend against people who might avenge this village? No. This remote little village, even if the local Priest of the Agricultural God Church had run away, the weak and bloated Agricultural God Church would find it hard to send people to take revenge so quickly. The tight layout inside and outside the village is just to prevent anyone from leaving the team without authorization and running away as a deserter!"

"How is that possible?" The young man did not believe it.

"Believe it or not, the fact is just like this. It's just that no one has run away from the team yet; it's not that no one wants to run away, but that many people have exerted their pressure and pain onto the villagers of this village through violence and abuse. If there weren't ten local women sent over from above for others to vent their stress through abuse, think about what this place would have become?"

"Besides, even if you successfully run out and get rid of the team's pursuers, what then? This area is vast, but the villages are very xenophobic and sparse. After the team attacked this village, how could you possibly get even a tiny bit of support and supplies from other villages in the area? Do you want to rely on the food you carry to cross the entire area of southern Sasi County? No supplies, no safe bed to rest in? Just walking on foot, walking out of this vast area that takes more than ten days to traverse?"

The young man still wanted to argue something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by his uncle.

"Not to mention that there are Monsters in the wild here too. I flipped through some self-made books on local customs in this Nongshen Church; it said that the wild water sources here are basically occupied by a type of aquatic Monster locally known as 'Siege Fish'. If outsiders don't know the details, it's very easy to be killed by that kind of Monster. You and I, ha, we can't walk out of here."

"Uncle, then we can only wait for death? If someone takes revenge on this village, we are the Shield standing on the front line. And if no one comes to take revenge, will we eventually be called back to the mine and silently disposed of because of this or that factor?" The young man said angrily.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while and did not answer; sometimes silence is a kind of answer.

The young man suddenly had a whim: "Then how about I surrender? I surrender to the people who come to take revenge, my life should be saved, right? Or I surrender to the surrounding villages, any village will do, I have surrendered, my life should be saved, right?"

The middle-aged man sighed: "When a part of our team abuses and tortures the innocent villagers of this village without a bottom line, surrender is not a good choice. That will only bring you endless humiliation in the future, letting you be legally tortured and insulted by the locals driven by the concept of righteous revenge without any bottom line. By then, I believe that surrendering alive is far less pleasant than dying."

"How can that be!" The young man was dejected: "This won't work, that won't work, just as you said, we people can only wait for death? Everyone will just indulge themselves these days? Enjoy the last little bit of happy time?"

"Yes, calmly accepting death is sometimes a choice. But before death, I need to record some things. I hope these things can be seen by unrelated, understanding people after you and I die, eventually revealing the identity of the mastermind behind this series of events in the future. These records will be evidence accusing them of manipulating and guiding us to commit crimes. Perhaps it cannot be called evidence, but at least it can let some people understand that things should not have happened this way. It was someone who, for certain purposes, pushed us soldiers to do this series of things."

"Under the interests and wishes of some people, things eventually turned out like this, this ugly appearance where everyone is hurt. We ordinary soldiers caught in the middle can only passively follow, obey orders to swing our swords, and watch helplessly as things turn into this. These records will eventually prove that in this atrocity, not everyone was so ugly, hateful, and ignorant. Your sword and mine have never been stained with the blood of innocent people, even if you and I eventually die because of it."

"Sigh, my nephew, now, you secretly stuff this notebook into the book room of this Church, um, it's best to insert it among books sorted by year, so that the owner of the Church can easily discover it one day in the future."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he started writing something again.

"Uncle, what are you writing again?" The young man's voice was dull, and his mood did not seem very high.

And the middle-aged Soldier responded with great interest: "I am copying another one; this is already the second one. Two copies are still not safe enough. I will try to copy a few more and scatter them in various places in the village. As long as someone sees them in the future, we won't have died in vain. This is the only means of resistance I can achieve within my ability."

At this time, there were footsteps approaching the door in the room, and Jier hurriedly left quietly and hid in the Tool Room.

His expression changed, and he remained silent.

Apparently, Jier also did not expect that among the Defeated Soldiers, there were two who saw through the situation, were unwilling to do evil, and had not committed any bad deeds. Although the content just now was all eavesdropped by him, the authenticity should be guaranteed, but after all, it was still a one-sided statement from someone else's mouth.

Judging from Jier's current experience, everyone's actions and statements are often portrayed in favor of their own interests. Even if many people don't think so in their hearts, they will subconsciously beautify themselves and protect their own interests.

They both said they didn't kill the villagers of Changmai Cunzi, so did they really not kill? They said they didn't hurt the villagers of Changmai Cunzi, so did they really not hurt them? When attacking Changmai Cunzi, were they there? When escorting the villagers of Changmai Cunzi, were they responsible for the escort?

And since the other party was already prepared for death, Jier didn't need to be polite. When attacking here tomorrow, he would simply defeat and kill them.

After waiting for a while, after the footsteps outside the door went away, Jier came out, jumped onto the top of the Corridor, re-installed the wooden skylight on the top, avoided the sight of the enemy on the bell tower on top of the Church, and left here quietly.

"Warrior Jier! How is it? The situation in the Church?" Priest Bata'er had been hiding in the shadows waiting for Jier to return. As soon as he saw Jier, he couldn't wait to ask in a low voice.

Jier first told the Priest about the situation in the main hall of the Church, which made Priest Bata'er quite angry: "These guys! What do they take that sacred place for? Is that a place for them to fight and gamble? Damn it, tomorrow morning, I will make them look good!"

Then Jier talked about the public area being used as a barracks by the Defeated Soldiers. Priest Bata'er was a bit helpless: "As long as those guys don't randomly destroy the past records in the book room, it's fine. But they probably won't care about those boring and dull agricultural records? Although books can be sold for money in various places, those illiterate, rude soldiers might take these book records or something as valuable things."

When Jier mentioned the flower beds in the Corridor that Priest Bata'er loved, which were all used as places for the Defeated Soldiers to excrete at will, Priest Bata'er was so angry that he was not like himself: "They! How dare they! What a bunch of rude bastards, there is a Toilet right next to them, why do that kind of thing in the flower bed! My poor flowers, I originally wanted to find a way to make some floral fragrant essential oil after cultivating the flowers well every year. I have already prepared the relevant precision distillation equipment; this thing can be easily sold for a high price in big cities. And it should be very popular with women if given as a gift. Now it's all over! All over!"

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