Chapter 636: Austin Su (Part 2)

July 15, 620 AD of the Britannia Empire.

Britannia Empire, Lygasus Mountains, somewhere at the foot of the mountains.

It's a cool summer.

The air is filled with the smell of dust and fire, and the chirping of cicadas seems to be far away, but also seems to be right next to people, vague but clear.

Under the clear sky, a carriage rumbled along slowly.

It came from the imperial capital Pendragon, went all the way north, and headed straight towards the Lygasus Mountains.

The driver was a 16- or 7-year-old young man, whose face still retained the unique childishness of a teenager.

Although he is very young, he is very experienced in driving and knows how to control a horse. His hand holding the reins is always steady without any trembling.

"It's true..."

The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained in a low voice about the hot weather.

It was scorching hot. In such weather, when you looked around, the scenery you could see was filtered by waves, and the world seemed to be melting into a viscous liquid.

At this moment, the young man's eyes lit up: not far from him, there was a clear stream flowing.

Seeing such a clear stream flowing, the young man immediately drove the carriage to the side, unloaded the horse from the carriage, and led the horse to the stream.

When letting his horse drink water, the young man also picked up cup after cup of water, drank it in large gulps, and filled his almost empty water bottle with water.

"Young man, are you here for tourism?" An old voice suddenly came from behind the young man.

The young man immediately turned around and saw an old man in ordinary clothes standing behind him with a smile.

The young man saluted the old man and replied very politely:

"I am a student of the National Royal Academy. I came here specially as a tourist."

"Student of the National Royal College?" The old man raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you are still a top student."

"Top students or something like that,

I'm far from that. "The young man said modestly.

"Hahaha." The old man laughed and stroked his short beard, "Although I am just a country bumpkin. But I still know what level of school the National Royal Academy is."

"People often say: Only monsters can be admitted to the National Royal Academy. Only a small group of the best young people in the empire have the opportunity to be admitted to the National Royal Academy. I never thought that a rural place like mine could welcome students from our empire. The emperor’s pride, I really didn’t expect it.”

"But you just said that you came here for tourism, so I can only say that you have come to the wrong place. This is just a boring place without special products and scenic spots, and it is not suitable for tourism."

"I didn't come here to see the scenic spots or buy specialties." The young man smiled at the old man, "I came here to see a cemetery."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Cemetery?"

"Well, yes." The young man nodded, "I came here to see the man who fought to the death with the Britannias in the Salomanda battle more than 300 years ago and preferred to die rather than surrender. There are about 200 soldiers’ graves, so come and pay your respects.”

"In the previous history class, the history teacher told us about this battle that took place more than 300 years ago."

"I am very interested in this period of history and these warriors who chose to fight to the death with the Britannias, so I took advantage of the holiday and planned to come here to see the graves of these 200 warriors."

After listening to the young man's words, the old man paused.

Then, he showed a faint smile:

"Young man, you met me at the right time. Have you ever heard of Lu Ge?"

"Of course I have heard of it." The young man replied without thinking, "Mr. Luge's name always appears in history textbooks and teachers' mouths."

"After Deng Jiaer conquered the Lake people, Mr. Luger has been committed to the development of the Lake people and the integration of the Britannia and Lake people, and has made outstanding contributions to this end."

The old man smiled and nodded: "That's right. The reason why I just said that you met me is the right thing to do is because I am a descendant of Lu Ge."

"Really?" The young man looked surprised and happy.

"Well, it's true." The old man smiled and nodded, "I am indeed a descendant of Lu Ge. Our family has lived here for generations, and has guarded the cemetery where those soldiers who fought until the last moment are buried. . If you are interested in that cemetery, I can take you there to see it now."

"Really? Then you dare to ask sir to lead the way!"

As the old man led the young man, the old man kept introducing the young man:

"As early as my grandparents' generation, almost no one came to pay homage to the people buried in that cemetery."

"Since the two races have long been integrated into one and are indistinguishable from each other, the imperial government is too embarrassed to mention the deeds of these warriors who resisted to the end, so they don't mention this period of history much, so it becomes more and more popular. Few people remember them, and fewer and fewer people come to worship them.”

Speaking of this, some sadness gradually appeared in the old man's tone.

The young man following the old man smiled bitterly and said:

"I understand. My history textbook and history teacher did not have very good evaluations of these warriors. Although they praised their bravery, they also called them unintelligent and defiant against the Britannia and Lake people. A reckless man who merges with the historical trend.”

"But I don't think so."

The young man said seriously.

"More than 300 years ago, the Britannia and the Lake were two completely different races, so I think those who faced the invasion of aliens and chose to resist to the end were real warriors! They lived up to their reputation as warriors. ! They are a group of warriors worthy of everyone’s respect!”

"Hahaha." The old man stroked the short beard on his chin, "What a coincidence. I thought so too. They are all real warriors! Here we are, and here is the cemetery of those warriors."

In front of the two of them was a large cemetery filled with tombstones.

The young man looked around, and then made a confused "Huh" sound.

"Sir, why do I feel like there are more than 200 tombstones here?"

"Yes, there are indeed more than 200 seats. After the battle of Salomanda, the surviving Lakers, led by Lu Ge, spontaneously searched for the bodies of other soldiers who died in the battle, such as the soldiers of the Kolan tribe. Their bodies were then buried in this cemetery.”

"And the imperial government at that time also acquiesced in this approach."

"After recovering the bodies of a group of war dead, the number of tombstones in the cemetery has increased to 386, but there are still some bodies of soldiers that cannot be recovered. If all the bodies can be recalled, the number of tombstones here will be There should be between 500 and 600 tombstones.”

"That's it..." the young man whispered, "It's such a pity... there are still so many bodies that can't be found, not even a tomb..."

"Hahahaha, there is nothing to regret." The old man smiled lightly and looked at the Lygasos Mountains in front of them. "Why do we have to build a tomb? They are here to guard them. The tribe they were loyal to fought to the last moment, and even though they were defeated, they were still glorious. Where in these green mountains and green waters could their loyal bones be buried? "

After hearing what the old man said, the young man was stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled and said, "Yes, that's true."

The young man untied the cloth bag he had been carrying on his back.

The cloth bag was filled with white flowers that he had prepared.

The old man accompanied the young man and placed these white flowers in front of each tombstone.

"Sir, these tombstones seem to have writing on them. Is this the writing of the Lake people?"

"um, yes."

Speaking of this, the old man smiled bitterly, and then continued:

“Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people who can speak Lake language and recognize the written language of our Lake people. Everyone only speaks Britannia, which is more convenient. I really don’t know whether our Lake people’s language will be better in the future. It will be lost."

"Sir, the words on the tombstone look like they were newly engraved. Were they the ones engraved by you?"

"Well, that's right. After all, if you don't re-engrave it from time to time, the words on the tombstone will disappear."

The old man paused suddenly, and then nodded towards a tombstone located right in front of the young man.

"The owner of the tombstone in front of you is quite extraordinary."

"The owner of this tombstone, named Moka, was the best friend of my ancestor Lu Ge at that time. He was also the youngest among the warriors who chose to resist to the end. He was only 16 years old at the time."

"Although he is young, he has excellent archery skills and has a remarkable record."

"Then you saw the tombstone next to Moka?"

"The owner of this tombstone is a woman named Lui."

"It is said that after Moka's body was buried here, Lui would come here every day to lay flowers for Moka in front of Moka's tombstone until she died of illness."

"Everyone was moved by Lui's feelings for Moka, so after Lui died of illness, they buried her next to Moka."

"It's a pity to say that. Lui has always liked Moka, but until Moka died in the battle, Lui could not reveal her feelings to Moka."

"It is said that Moka also has a high degree of affection for Lu Yi, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

"If this is true, it's such a pity." The young man continued with a wry smile, "A pair of people who like each other, ended up not being able to express each other's feelings to each other until the end..."

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After the young man laid flowers on each tombstone and worshiped one by one, the old man said to the young man:

"Young man, if you are interested in these warriors and the story of the Salomanda battle 300 years ago, you might as well stay here and stay in my home. My village is located not far from here. far away."

"The villagers in the village are all descendants of the Lake people who moved down from the mountains more than 300 years ago. Everyone knows the battle 300 years ago and the deeds of these soldiers better than the history books."

"In that case, I'll bother you sir!" the young man agreed with a happy face.

"Okay, then I will take you to my home now. However, before that, you should tell me your name first. It is not good to keep calling you young."

"No problem." The young man smiled, "My name is Auston Su. Sir, you can just call me Auston."