who I am? Where am I from? The man in front of me who claimed to be a slave owner called me a slave, and used violence and deception to make me have no objection to his requests and orders. From the moment I could pick up the masonry knife and carry the hoe, I began to work hard. Day after day, I built houses and cultivated fields; from the moment I could no longer pick up the tile knife and carry the hoe, I silently drew pancakes in the wind and rain to satisfy my hunger at the request and order of the slave owner, and watched what I had harvested. The countless grains are piled up in the countless houses I built.
I came naked in the wind and rain, and left naked in the wind and rain. I no longer dare to pursue the meaning of my existence, because my name is slave.
When the whisper of awakening is passed into the circuit, the thoughts are like flint passing through, with some sparks.
There is a trace of blood red remaining on the undulating horizon, and the sun sets in the west. A few long beams of afterglow burst out, bidding farewell to the earth.
Gorey stood at the feet of two huge statues. The dry wind blew his rough brown face. There was a pair of tired and too peaceful eyes on his face. He was wearing armor and holding a spear. A military buildup ended.
All around him were tired, shuffling soldiers, who seemed to float by like ghosts. Obvious tumors and tissue lesions could be seen on many soldiers. Although they were soldiers, it did not bring them any health privileges. , even due to long-term hard training and not particularly nutritious food, their lives are shorter than ordinary people.
But so what, ordinary people always have a steady stream.
Gori looked back at the huge battleship floating in the airport. The general he served, his master, and a prince from the dynasty should have been receiving treatment for an unknown number of times at this time. .
May he live a long life
Gori suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his neck. He reached out and touched it, and the lump there seemed to be getting bigger again.
Stopping his meaningless thoughts, he walked along the avenue step by step. They must leave the inner city before dark, otherwise they will be executed for "crossing the wall."
After going to the Ordnance Officer to hand over his weapons and armor, he, dressed in coarse cloth, picked up his baggage and officially embarked on a short journey home. Along the way, he saw rows of black buildings in the inner city. Some imitated pyramids, while others were geometric in shape. Nobles in robes and gold jewelry looked at the tired soldiers passing by on the window sill, talking and laughing while holding wine glasses.
Finally, before the last bell rang, he walked out of the city. He couldn't help but look back at the wall about 10 meters high. The royal guards stood on the top of the wall, staring indifferently below. The door slowly opened. Close slowly.
“Wait a minute——”
A rapid voice sounded, and Goli, who had already turned around, turned around and saw that it was his own thousand-man team, Rienta.
This is a brave warrior who fought bravely even though he was seriously ill. However, his left leg was interrupted in the last battle, and there seemed to be some problems with the newly installed limbs, which made him unable to move very well. Hard work.
Half of his face had been destroyed by the disease, he was panting and carrying a heavy burden, struggling to trot forward, while the door was closing. If he couldn't get out before the door closed< br>
“Wait a minute!!”
Gori quickly shouted to the royal guards at the top of the city and waved his arms, but they were like statues and did not even bother to glance at them.
Captain Gori. Wake up
Seeing that it was useless, Goli ran towards the closed door. He wanted to go in but hesitated. .
"Enta, hurry! Hurry!"
"Me, me! Sir! Give! Give it to Isi!" Seeing that there was no hope for him to go out, Enta grabbed the baggage with both hands and used up his last strength With the power, he was thrown more than ten meters accurately. Before falling into the crack of the door, Goli reached out to catch him, and then he shrunk suddenly.
With a bang, the door closed.
"Enta! Enta!"
Gori slammed the door, as if he heard the scolding and screams of the royal guards.
Then he looked at the baggage in his hand, turned around silently, walked along the cracked dirt road to the crowded station, and took a huge anti-gravity shuttle to ask about the mud hut farther away. constitute a "city".
People kept greeting him in the car. As a commander in the legion, Goli was quite famous in nearby towns. He had no parents, or maybe his parents died very early. Among the dynasties , the only possibility for a child who has lost his parents is to become a slave. Fortunately for him, probably because of his stronger body, he stood out from the low-level slaves and was selected as a member of the slave army of a young prince. He was 13 years old at that time.
The next ten long years ago, he experienced countless life and death crises, and witnessed the death of countless comrades and even commanders. After the failure of the battle with the ancient enemy, the enemy of the Necrontyr Dynasty became himself. The Council of Three Saints has lost almost all its prestige. The various dynasties are attacking each other directly and frequently. Rebellions are also occurring within the dynasties, so more and more soldiers are needed.
Once only free men were eligible to become warriors and soldiers, but now slaves are also recruited into the army.
Gori relied on his luck and bravery to survive step by step, and was even appreciated by his master, who gave him identity, property and a wife.
Yes, his wife is also a slave. This is the most insurmountable law of the Necrontyr society. Each class can only marry within its own class. It is like that even if he becomes a captain, he will not be considered a slave. A nobleman does not even have the identity of a warrior family. It may be best for his descendants to continue as civilians, but in a sense it is already a huge class jump.
That’s all.
But before going home, he got out of the car because he had one more thing to do.
He didn't want to face it, but he had to face it. Originally, he thought he had looked down on life and death, but the fact was that the living were far more sad than the dead.
Gori didn’t even know when he arrived at Enta’s house. When Enta’s half-swollen wife reluctantly opened the door, the smile on her face froze
He even I didn't know what to say, so I could only silently take out the baggage, which contained the medicines and nutrients that Tarn had exchanged for his contribution to the bloody battle. His six children huddled behind their mother, not even knowing what was happening.
Tane often told Goli that he was worried that his wife would die before him. She married Gori when she was 13 years old. Frequent childbirth seriously damaged her body that had been eroded by disease. She was only 20 years old. He has already shown signs of aging at the age of 10, so the reason why Tarn fought so bravely is also very simple. He tried his best to obtain life-extending drugs for his wife. Although the quality of these drugs was not ideal, it would be difficult for her to live past thirty. age.
Surgery is the privilege of nobles, something that common people and even slaves dare not even think about.
Technicians don't get their hands dirty for lowlifes either.