Beautiful Another World Red Tide

"At that time, a series of pacification measures may be taken, and you must support me." Victor Zuo smiled while holding his glass.

"Master Zuo Xiang." Sun Boyang lowered his head and put down his wine glass, smiled for a while and raised his head again.

"As the first leader to launch a bourgeois uprising, you must be able to be recorded in history as a strong stroke. This stroke is much stronger than many kings and emperors. In the Dawn Continent, countless people have emerged one after another. Emperors and generals can be remembered by only a few people, but the first bourgeois leader must be remembered by anyone who knows history." Sun Boyang said all without exception.

"Hahaha, yes, let me respect you! Brother Sun Boyang!"

There was no dissatisfaction in Victor's eyes. He was just hesitating. Anyway, there was still time to make a decision.

……

Sun Boyang took out the dwarf gun from his arms, inserted it into the pocket of his coat, and was ready to pull it out at any time. This was still very nervous for a person like him. After all, he had no professional training. It is inevitable that this "young man" will feel a little urgent.

He heard the carriage stop, started it again during a brief conversation, and stopped again after driving for another minute. The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the driver welcomed him to get off. Sun Boyang jumped out of the carriage gently, turned around and looked up. Look.

It was a towering old castle, which looked even more gloomy under the dark sky. There was no light flickering in the windows of the entire old castle. It was an abandoned and dilapidated scene. A few crows were standing on the highest flagpole. The grass is overgrown, as if no one has lived here for a long time.

"Damn it, why is it like this?" Sun Boyang felt very strange. According to it, no matter how unwelcoming it is, it shouldn't be like this?It must be trimmed, right?But why does it look like a wasteland here?

"Master? Go in through the side door. We must leave at dawn. That person is probably on the top floor. You can easily find him." The coachman said respectfully to Sun Boyang.

"Okay, I see." Sun Boyang nodded, not caring about these gloomy scenes, he pushed the door in and lit his own magic lantern, which was brought from Victor Zuoxiang's mansion , the yellow light diverged steadily, illuminating the spiraling corridor, Sun Boyang could not help but twitch his mouth when he saw this, he was not afraid of any gloomy scene, because he himself liked to read some horror stories about rules in his previous life, So he was quite courageous, but... Seeing this sky-reaching corridor, Sun Boyang almost froze.

"Climb." Sun Boyang sighed helplessly, holding the lantern in one hand and the dwarf firecracker in the other.

The winding upward corridor seems to be endless. Sun Boyang was panting while climbing, and at the same time, he was looking at the murals on the wall with great interest. One is magnificent, and the other is more shocking than the other. The most impressive one is the "Continent Sinking". The artist vividly depicts the scene of the sinking of Naga Island. Desperate, and there are still counterattacks, Sun Boyang can't help but feel a little sorry, it's a pity that such a big island is sunk into the sea like this, the demons are really frantic.

"Although it was a long time, Sun Boyang finally climbed to the highest floor. He took back the dwarf firecracker that he was holding tightly in his hand, and he even hung the magic lantern on his wrist. It was really tormenting. Sun Boyang smiled helplessly, now he is really tired to death.

"It's time to exercise, the body is the capital." Sun Boyang straightened up, took a few breaths, and looked at the not-so-long corridor. The painting style of the corridor has completely changed, and it has become luxurious. The red carpet, The red walls are decorated with golden decorations. Sun Boyang subconsciously thinks that he is in the Kremlin. This looks completely like the interior of the Kremlin. Could it be that the old brave man is a Russian?

Although Sun Boyang also had some guesses, he still didn't know what kind of person the old brave man was before he met him. He looked like a Russian with his surname, but who knows?Who knows whether it is the late Tsarist Russia, the Russian Federation, or Soviet Russia, or the Evesu Alliance, or... the Third Rome? ?Or the Grand Duchy?

Sun Boyang walked forward slowly and approached the door at the end of the corridor. He didn't open the door hastily, but just listened to the door with his ear. Unfortunately, there was silence.

"I'm here to visit Lord Brave on behalf of Mr. Zuo Xiang. I wonder if it's convenient for Sir Brave?" Sun Boyang organized his language carefully and asked as calmly as possible.

There was no sound from behind the door, Sun Boyang was a little uncertain, he wanted to knock on the door, but it didn't feel right, in case the old brave man got violent...

"I don't know if this will work..." Sun Boyang gritted his teeth, cleared his throat, and carefully recalled what he had roughly learned before.

"Сумароков?"

After Sun Boyang yelled this sentence, he felt a little regretful, because he felt that the nearby air began to become cold. Although the language of Shuguang Continent is also similar to the European language family, it is also different, especially Sun Boyang uses Russian. If this old brave man Really, even if you have donkey hair on your ears, you can tell the difference.

"Huh?" There was a surprised questioning sound from behind the door, and then Sun Boyang heard someone standing up from the chair. It seemed that someone was indeed there, and this trip was not in vain.

"Входите."

The deep voice of the old man came from inside. It was a pure Russian sentence. Fortunately, Sun Boyang had learned a little bit. After hearing this sentence, his heart was relieved. He tidied up his clothes and tried to make himself look as good as possible. Not so tired, he gently opened the door and walked in.

The bright moonlight outside the window shines on the house, and Sun Boyang can vaguely see the furnishings of the house through the moonlight, a big bed, luxurious carpets, exquisite chandeliers, a writing desk, a large bookshelf and a large wardrobe. There is a chair in the middle of it, the chair is crooked, it looks like the old brave man was sitting here just now.

Sun Boyang walked in gently, and then closed the door casually. The moment the door closed again, Sun Boyang felt the temperature in the room drop sharply, and the frost began to spread along the moonlight, covering everything he could see. A thick layer of hoarfrost, Sun Boyang immediately took out the dwarf gun and looked forward vigilantly, then turned around and fumbled for the gate. The gate was completely frozen, and the only exit was frozen by the thick layer of ice. It seemed, Sun Boyang will be trapped here.

The sound of the sharp drop in temperature kept crackling. Sun Boyang looked around, but he didn't find the figure of the old brave man at all. The room is so big that there is no place to hide people. It must be a trap!

Sun Boyang ran forward fiercely, towards the window, and then the soles of his shoes were frozen, and then his trouser legs, and the ice crystals spread upwards. Sun Boyang suddenly heard a faint roar, which came from the roof. In that luxurious crystal lamp, he saw a silver flying dragon entrenched there, glaring at him and roaring, and then Sun Boyang heard footsteps. The old man in the shadow was walking towards him, and the old man raised the terrible heavy sword, which was difficult for both of them to lift, and struck at Sun Boyang. Sun Boyang saw the angry face of the old man in the flash, and heard A curse.

"Go to hell, demon bastard! I didn't expect that old lich to really teach you my mother tongue!"

(ps: strive for another update before two o'clock)

48 Old Brave

"I don't even know what the demons look like, so how can I be labeled as a demon?" Sun Boyang smiled helplessly in his heart.

The epee slashed down violently, and then stopped it at a critical moment. The silver dragon perched on the crystal lamp thought something happened, and jumped down quickly, about to pounce on Sun Boyang with its teeth and claws. The old man quickly reached out and grabbed him. Holding the flying dragon's tail and pulling it back, the flying dragon growled a few times at the old man aggrieved, and the old man touched the top of the silver flying dragon's head again to let the flying dragon calm down.

"Why don't you fight again?" Sun Boyang felt a little puzzled, and then he felt the ice crystals on his legs dissipate, and he could act normally again. The old man dispelled the magic, and walked forward quickly to stare at Sun Boyang's face carefully. Taking another two steps back to observe Sun Boyang's overall appearance, he shook his head as if denying it, and nodded again as if confirming something.

"Boy, where did the badge on your chest come from?"

The old man gently grabbed Sun Boyang's coat, opened his eyes wide and looked carefully at the small gold-red badge. On the badge was engraved the head portrait of such an oriental face. The readers here may have seen it in the closet of their grandparents when they were young. After (laughs), the old man repeatedly confirmed, took it off and touched it, and finally pinned it back to Sun Boyang suspiciously.

"What? Do you know the old brave man?" Sun Boyang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he wanted to grab the old brave man's arm with some excitement, but the old brave man took a step back indifferently, rejecting Sun Boyang's kind gesture, just watching Seeing Sun Boyang's appearance, he sneered.

"The requirements for summoning a brave man have been relaxed a lot. I didn't expect that the new brave man can't even use magic. It's really funny." The old brave man moved his chair and sat back at the table in disdain. The flying dragon on the side also made a strange noise at Sun Boyang express his disdain.

"You misunderstood, Mr. Sumarokov, I am not a new hero, and the new hero is still calling." Sun Boyang heard something wrong, and quickly explained to the old man in front of him.

"Aren't you a brave man?" Sumarokov was stunned, and slowly withdrew the hand that was about to take out the wine. He scratched his head in a daze, and started talking to himself.

"Could it be possible that I still left...? Whose? Capet's? Orthea? Yondalim? Both are wrong, I remember I did something..." Sumarokov Confused, he murmured to himself.

The silver flying dragon next to him was furious after hearing this, and stretched out his claws to grab Sumarokov. Sumarokov quickly avoided, touched the head of the flying dragon, and murmured strange words of comfort, and the flying dragon regained control. Lie down.

"Mr. Sumarokov, I am not a brave man, and I cannot be taken advantage of by you. Strictly speaking, I came here through another way." Sun Boyang couldn't help crying and laughing watching Mr. Sumarokov's taking advantage of him , can only be roughly explained helplessly.

"Other ways?" Sumarokov asked suspiciously.

"Forget it, don't care about his method, you seem to be... 50 years ago? Or 60 years? If you put it this way, you are still a little older than me. Sigh... it is a good thing to come early. I heard that you were not very peaceful back then. "Sumarokov lazily took out the wine bottle and said.

"Why do you think I'm not in the same country as you? And how do you think I'm from the 60s?" Sun Boyang felt a little strange, he moved a small stool from the side and sat down and asked.

"If you are, then your badge is not this, but should be the same as mine."

Sumarokov snorted twice more. He carefully opened another cabinet, found an old cloth from it, and slowly unwrapped it. It was a similar golden badge, slightly smaller than Sun Boyang's. A little older, Sumarokov slowly handed the badge to Sun Boyang, solemnly but a little hesitant, Sun Boyang took it and held it in his hands carefully, and finally understood why Sumarokov said that they Definitely not a nationality anymore.

"Yes..." Sun Boyang was about to say it when he was stopped by Sumarokov. He reached out and took back the badge, and hid it in the cabinet again without showing it again.

"A few days ago, on the day of God's Christmas, I was drinking. I was about to squint for a while when I heard something. I felt that the window was opened. I got up and saw that there was no one there. I looked at the table. There were many people on it. This badge." Sumarokov said in a calm tone.

Sun Boyang put the magic lantern on the table, and now he had a chance to see Sumarokov's face clearly. It was a typical Slav face. His hair was all white and his beard was long. Look It’s been a long time since he looked up. The clothes on his body looked old, but they were clean. Someone probably cleaned them for him. Sumarokov’s eyes didn’t look vivid, only his eyes were left. Pieces of emptiness and indifference, he is like a master who doesn't care about everything.

"I got this from someone else too. I heard that it was given by an old man. When I came here, I was still wondering if it was you." Sun Boyang said while holding each other tightly.

"Ghost knows who it is. They have to send one to both of us. They are probably laughing at us. It's probably something that can detect our minds. Of course, we can't say for sure. Maybe it's the god Polo, the sun lord. On a whim, I wanted to send us a Christmas gift." Sumarokov said indifferently.

"That's thanks to him, after all, I've always wanted such a one." Sun Boyang said with a smile.

"What's the use?" Sumarokov took another sip, wiped the corner of his mouth and said.

"The alliance is gone, what's the use of keeping this badge?" Sumarokov stared at Sun Boyang with playful eyes, as if he saw a shocked and panic expression on Sun Boyang's face, but Sun Boyang's expression was very calm , just nodded slightly and shook his head, neither agreeing nor opposing Sumarokov's idea.

"What?! What's going on with you?! Are you... from the United States? Evesu has fallen! Don't you feel shocked!" Sumarokov stood up and shouted with doubts.

"I learned it when I was in middle school." Sun Boyang looked at Sumarokov's distorted expression, and sighed heavily. He finally understood that the so-called old brave man had been greatly affected by what Victor Zuoxiang mentioned. Mental stimulation, what the hell is it.

"Hehe, hehehe." Sumarokov slumped back, leaning on the chair weakly, his eyes became dull again.

"Boy, what year are you from?" Sumarokov asked again.

"2021." Sun Boyang replied.

"2021?!" Sumarokov's eyes seemed to regain their brilliance, and he sat up again.

"30 years? Boy, tell me, is it again?" Sumarokov asked excitedly.

"Sun Boyang looked at Sumarokov's expression, and sighed heavily again. This time it was obvious, and Sumarokov's expression froze. He hummed twice, pretending not to care, and then Picked up the bottle.

"I guessed it a long time ago."

When are you from?Judging by your appearance, you shouldn't be from the 90s, right? "Sun Boyang took out a cigarette and asked.

"First one, I haven't touched this thing for more than 100 years." Sumarokov immediately stretched out his hand and said.

"There are only two left from the one I smoked today. It's just right." Sun Boyang took out another box of matches from his pocket and wanted to light it for Sumarokov. A cigarette was handed to the well-behaved silver flying dragon. The silver flying dragon sniffed the smell of the cigarette, stuck out its tongue and foamed, and reluctantly spit out a small ball of silver flame to ignite the cigarette.

"You guessed it right, I'm from 1971." Sumarokov took a deep breath and said.

"I was a young lad back then."

The flying dragon seemed to sense Sumarokov's mood swings, and quickly got into his arms, pressing Sumarokov like a calf. Sumarokov smiled and shook his head again. , which means it doesn't matter.

"Why are you mentioning this? Boy, come here and don't think about anything else. According to you, you are still with the officials? Isn't it good, rich, live a good life, a hundred years earlier , I can reincarnate earlier." Sumarokov said in a calm tone.

"And your clothes, I don't feel comfortable, don't wear this when you come to me next time, you can use me as a backer in the future, don't make troubles, I still have a little face, enough to protect you century."

"I came here for your so-called crime." Sun Boyang stared at Sumarokov with piercing eyes and said.

"The bourgeois faction composed of officials and businessmen decided to overthrow the reactionary rule of the king and establish a republic, so I came to you to help us turn the wheel of history forward." Sun Boyang said in a deep voice.

"Huh! A group of weak bourgeoisie, what can they do? They love profits but are afraid of risks, they admire war but take care of their own property, they want to tear their faces but hide it, a group of idiots, it is better to count on them than to count on them." The sheep can revolt successfully." Sumarokov said with great contempt.

"Well, let me tell you a story." Sumarokov took another drag on his cigarette.

"You probably haven't experienced 1971, what the league was like at that time."

"I probably don't know what happened in the continental war that year."

"I don't even know what happened after the Continental War."

"If you know, you will understand why I am what I am now, and why I am an old lunatic in your eyes."

(ps: Five thousand favorites! Thank you for your support!!! Readers' support is the motivation for the author to move forward! Thank you everyone!)

(ps2: There may only be one update tomorrow, because I have to pack up and go home during the holidays. I am really sorry for everyone.???)

49 Continental War/1971

"In 1971, those years were really good years. The May Movement in China, the collective struggle in Country J, and Lao Meizi's mess in the extreme south. Father Martin started the affirmative movement. In 68, the American student movement, even It is blooming everywhere in Latin America, seeing the situation is going well, the most turbulent and last bourgeois bastion on earth, it is estimated that it will be over in a few years."

Sumarokov said in a daze.

"Although it sounds sarcastic, but you lost hope because of this? I don't think so?" Sun Boyang asked solemnly with his legs crossed and his cheek propped up with one hand.

"I know what you want to ask, I shouldn't have been able to." Sumarokov sighed.

"Now I have been here for nearly a hundred years and think carefully. I think I was too young at that time, and I took everything for granted. But at that time, I was just an ordinary little guy. I just finished college and didn't know much. In my eyes, it was indeed a time of prosperity.”

"When I saw that scene that day, I thought it was a joke, but when the prophet confirmed the whole process for me, I had no choice but to accept the reality in pain."

"It's as if nothing exists suddenly. In an instant, I have no goals and no thoughts. I just want to know what's going on, but I can't go back to the motherland at all. On the one hand, I can't go back, on the other hand. On the one hand, even if I go back, I will lose my homeland."

"If you think about things like this, it's a bit too weak. If you are a firm believer, you shouldn't be knocked down by this kind of thing. I can't tell you that you haven't experienced it, but some things you should I know, you should know something about the events in Paris and the ups and downs around World War I, and you should not give up everything just because of this." Sun Boyang asked with some doubts .

"Yes, what you said is right, a staunch advocate will not give up because of a momentary setback." Sumarokov took a deep breath and extinguished the cigarette.

"But I just can't understand it!" Sumarokov slammed the table and stood up all of a sudden, walking around the room non-stop.

"How is your country? Is it still the same?" Sumarokov suddenly asked.

"Still persevering, and moving forward firmly with the seeds, there are many countries similar to it." Sun Boyang looked at the emotional Sumarokov and said.

"Then you are lucky."

"The big league has disappeared, how many are left? At that time, it was a little swaying, testing both sides, not to mention later." Sumarokov sat down weakly again.

"If I hadn't experienced the Continental War back then, I would have understood it and insisted on it, but now, I want to say, forget it, we can't go back, and we can only stay in this goddamn world, this world The situation is far beyond your imagination." Sumarokov gritted his teeth.

"According to what you say, the earliest group of people should also give up? What happened to you back then? Made you what you are now?" Sun Boyang stood up and asked.

"You don't understand at all." Sumarokov said impatiently.

He took another breath, calmed down, and gestured to Sun Boyang.

"Sorry, I'm a little emotional, you should be able to understand, I haven't had a serious conversation with anyone in eight or 90 years, let alone a person like you, it's hard for you to understand, when I see the darkness here, Seeing the dilapidated appearance of my hometown again, it is difficult for people to understand the dilemma. It seems that I have lost the motivation to fight for it and lost my family. I was still thinking when I came here. When I got here and saw it turned into a happy republic, they would say my name on the tombstone with tears in their eyes, but that's all gone, and after that day I felt like someone had been cramped and limp come down."

"I'm asking you this not to ask why you don't stick to it, Mr. Sumarokov, I understand, I have learned this history, and to you who came here in the early 70s, there is no It is difficult for seniors who have experienced the following series of events to accept such a helpless ending, and I also understand how huge the feudal resistance was 100 years ago, and how hopeless it was." Sun Boyang replied.

"Then don't ask, go back and do your work. I made up my mind very early on. When Han Suo was sentenced by them to join the Demon Race, when I saw Han Suo's angry eyes, I was determined not to Participate in anything again, and you will die alone forever." Sumarokov frowned sadly, looking out at the moonlight outside in a trance.

"If you want, I can tell you all the historical events since you left. You, like me, are people who know our great history. How can you be so dejected? I can tell you clearly that the storm will come again. He is coming, he is about to surge up in the world, the world is about to change for the better, and there are conflicts..." Sun Boyang said standing behind Sumarokov.

"You don't need to say it, I know it myself." Sumarokov murmured.

"Doctrine is right, I understand it naturally, even after 100 or 200 years, we will definitely realize it, and we will definitely resist, but after I have experienced these things, I understand something that you don't understand , That is the human heart, the human heart is terrifying, and it is difficult for the most intelligent warriors to fathom, I locked myself in this towering castle, and pretended to be crazy, I just don’t want to talk to anyone anymore.”

"How old were you when you came? How long have you been here?" Sumarokov asked again.

"I was 27 years old when I came here, and I have been here for three years. You can consider me thirty." Sun Boyang replied after thinking for a moment.

"It stands to reason that at your age, you should understand the thousand changes in people's hearts. Have you ever been betrayed? No? Look, look at the wound on my chest. That night I was ambushed by an elite brigade alone. The number one general on the front line, Eric the Seraph, led the team. Three Lich Tribe Grand Arcanists who were equivalent to magisters jointly cast spells. Two Four-Winged Kings robbed and killed at close range. The fear warriors who were loaded to the teeth attacked me, the crypt shooters shot powerful armored and poisonous javelins underground, the magic interference of the gargoyles made it impossible for me to condense the forbidden magic, the wings of the silver-eyed clan The knights riding nightmares rushed towards me like hell messengers, and there were also organ-hating warriors. They overwhelmingly crowded the entire mountain, and as far as I looked, the entire mountain was full of these disgusting monsters spliced ​​out of minced meat .”

Sumarokov pulled off his clothes vigorously, and showed Sun Boyang those hideous wounds, not mentioning other wounds that could be seen everywhere, only the huge wound from the shoulder to the abdomen, this terrible trauma made Sun Boyang Eyelids twitched, it was hard to imagine that someone is still alive after suffering such a trauma, what kind of will and spiritual power this is.

"I continue to mention the story of 1971, presumably there is no need. You are a latecomer. It must be clearer and more objective to look at my era from an outsider's perspective. You know more than I do, and you must be able to understand my love for the motherland better." Distress." Sumarokov was just calm, with a sense of detachment in his eyes.

"I have given up, these years I have shrunk in the castle, no longer take a step, in our terms, I am pessimism, pessimism, but I tell you about that period of history, you will understand why I Do this.

"The Continental War is an unprecedented, large-scale war. Humans and demons in the Dawn Continent broke out unprecedented fierce battles, fighting from the south to the north, from the dense forest of the Southern Cross to the western coastline of the Ossus Empire. On land, in the sea, in the air, from the forbidden curse to the legion, the two sides have used all the power they can, vowing to destroy each other and become the final victor."

I was summoned at the later stage of the outbreak of the war. At that time, the Maro Empire had just collapsed. The Ossus Empire and the Kingdom of Yondalim recruited all the soldiers they could call to the battlefield for the final decisive battle. I was at that time Stupidly entered the war. "