Twenty Seven Years Chapter 531

Chapter 531 Final Chapter

December 21st

The main station of the International Equality League gave up holding on to the city of Leicester, firstly because it could not be held, and secondly because it could save the city from the flames of war and prevent the people from being forced to leave their homes.

At the same time, the transfer work is in full swing.

The International Equality Alliance concentrated its efforts on transferring the wounded first, in a race against time.

The faster they are, the comrades on Feitier's defense line will be able to sacrifice less and make strategic shifts earlier.

At the same time, on the Feitier defense line, the comrades of the Equality Army survived the night, and were still fighting with the government forces that were almost endless and endless.

Joseph, Adel and others also went to the front line to fight with their comrades, repelling more than 20 government attacks.

Substations all over the world are also facing the impact of war, doing what they can.

The Bash and Pruman sub-stations will temporarily focus on uniting forces, calling on Bash and Pruman to stop the atrocities.

The Riches sub-station assisted the Riches side in mediating, although with little success.

The Montrego sub-station, which is short of people and money, tried its best to help the homeless children and survived this tormenting winter together.

Other sub-stations, organizations, and forces are also doing their best.

These are crazy, turbulent times.

Most people's life of misery will be summed up by later generations with the light-hearted phrase "historical pain period".

But this history will eventually be expanded and described in detail.

Because among them, there are not only pain, sorrow, and death, but also a few people who rose up and resisted, struggling and changing with their lives.

snowy night

Wilak, who was being held in Laizein North District Prison, finally left this lifeless place after twelve days.

However, this time is different from breaking out from Daimans Prison and regaining freedom. He will be escorted to execution by heavy soldiers.

The day before when Celt asked Veraker what his wish was before he died, the second one that Veraker mentioned was to die with dignity.

This wish was not granted by Oston in the end. Oston believed that Verak's death should have enough impact, so that he could pour another bucket of cold water on the heads of the International Equality League and the people who supported them.

So, in the freezing night, Verak, who was only wearing a thin prison uniform, was hung high for public display.

—Auston wanted to freeze him to death.

The onlookers were stopped 20 meters away by soldiers in cotton clothes.

Since Verac was hoisted, the four surviving action team comrades tried to rescue them, but were also shot dead on the spot one after another.

After Verak yelled many times not to come out, but to speak loudly in silence, there were no emergencies in the entire execution process.

The cold wind was blowing, and many angry and sympathetic eyes fell on Verak who was shivering from the cold.

Verak didn't bother to respond.

Snowflakes covered his body, he was shivering from the cold, and his face was sore from the wind.

This body as cold as steel, standing on the huge mirror of the times, looks too small, like a nail, really abrupt.

Selter was sitting in the next building, drinking warm coffee, watching the scene outside.

The subordinate wanted to turn on the gramophone for him, but he refused.

He said he didn't find it all boring.

An hour later, Veraker gradually became numb.

His mind is like a fish under the ice.

The warmth of the sun cannot reach him, and he can only appreciate a little light that penetrates.

The ray of light reminded him of the scenes in his life.

Some came to Laizein for the first time, some got involved with comrades of the Equal Society, some were imprisoned in Daimans Prison, some went to Dunman by boat, some were working in a pilot factory, there was a Nord wedding, and many more.

Relying on memory, another hour passed.

"Verak."

Valak, whose eyes were squinted from the cold, vaguely heard someone calling him. He tried to open his eyes, and found that a person who looked exactly like him came out of the crowd of onlookers, passed the soldiers, and came in front of him.

"Verak."

The man raised his head and called him.

"I'm Chris, do you remember me?" Chris asked.

Verak suddenly realized.

Isn't the person who looks exactly like himself Thomas Chris?

"Verak?" Chris was still calling.

"I... I am..." Verak slowly opened his lips that seemed to be frozen together, and said softly.

"We really look alike, no wonder they can't see it." Chris watched Verak's face in surprise.

Verak was also observing him.

Seeing the snow on his hair and eyelashes, as if seeing himself.

"Have you been doing well this year and a half?" Chris asked with a smile.

"Very good." Verak replied, "I've never...never felt alive like this..."

"How do Boyin and Morais treat you?"

"Very good." Verak said honestly, "They may still... have prejudices against me at the beginning, but we will be the people who trust... the most trust each other..."

Chris nodded with satisfaction, and then regretted: "Is Chloe still insisting on my ideas? He believes that my path is right, but I think this path will only go more and more crooked and wrong .”

"He...he died...he didn't believe in the way we were going...killed by people from the government..."

"How is Boyin?"

"Dead too...he was... exhausted..."

"Where's Morais?"

"Dead too...he was assassinated..."

Chris paused for a few seconds: "Is our organization okay? I still wanted to call the organization the Equality Society."

"There is no Equality Association anymore, there is no more... Now... Now we are called the International Equality League..." Verak wanted to explain what happened during this period, but he really didn't have the energy.

"International Equality Alliance." Chris repeated, "It sounds better than the Equality Association. Can you tell me what you have done in the past year and a half? Has there been any substantial progress? Everyone's life has changed. Didn't get better?"

"I said... I can't move anymore..."

"Long story short, did we make it?" Chris asked expectantly.

Verak's nose was sour: "No...not yet..."

"It's okay, why cry, we will succeed sooner or later." Chris reached out to wipe Verak's tears.

Tears are still dripping on the ground.

"Are we...will we make it?" Verak asked Chris, choked up, as his tears piled up.

"I think we will." Chris is sure.

"Why?"

"There is no reason, the answer is right there, someone is always there." Chris grinned, "Actually, I think you know and are more sure of this than I do."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I just saw a lot of people mourning for you, you mean a lot to them, you do a lot of things."

"Thank you...Chris..."

"I want to thank you too. I was really desperate and scared at the time. I didn't know what the remaining comrades would face after I fell." Chris tried to wipe away tears for Verak, "You showed up just right. "

Verak laughed too.

It's a pity that his face was frozen, and the smile didn't show physically.

"Are you afraid of death?" Chris changed the subject, "Did you die without seeing the new world, are you afraid?"

"I have no idea…"

"It's all come to this point, you still don't know?"

"I really do not know…"

"Well, it doesn't matter, whether you are afraid or not, we will be here with you."

"us?"

After wiping away tears in vain for a while, Chris points his finger at the crowd.

Villac looked up and saw Colin, Dawn, Daniel, Willow, Monroe, Diaz, Boyne, Morais, Nord, Murphy...

There are many, many people.

He felt that he was not so cold anymore, and the rope that bound and suspended him was being untied.

It seems to have fallen into a warm lake.

You can also hear the laughter and laughter around you.

He wanted to open his eyes and take a look, this must be a brave new world.

But the eyelids were too heavy, and he didn't open them after trying for a long time.

The body is still sinking.

The bottom of the lake is very deep.

Just sink like this.

he thought.

Just sink like this.

December 22, early morning

The hanging Veraker was put down by the soldiers.

Celt, who had slept for half the night, stepped forward to confirm Verak's death.

"Ah."

Seeing that Veraker still had a smile on his face, he was amused.

"General, why did you say he was smiling before he died?"

"Who knows, what does it have to do with me."

"Comrade Verak!"

"Don't come here! Don't come here! My own sacrifice is enough! Remember, comrades! We will win!"

"We will win!"

The curtain gradually darkened, and the passionate singing gradually receded.

"The movie is over." A young man gently reminded the old man wearing glasses next to him, "We are not in a hurry. We will wait until the other audience members are gone."

"En." The old man responded, still staring at the curtain motionless.

"Did it really be like that at the time? They were so great...and you too." The young man saw that the old man seemed to be still immersed in the movie, so he sat down and shared his feelings.

"Movies are still pale." The old man said slowly, "But it's good, at least they haven't been forgotten by people."

The young man echoed: "Yes, when I was studying, I often saw those things back then. It was really hard to imagine what it was like back then."

The old man took off his glasses: "Villac said that he would rather the children in the future, the biggest debate is whether there has been such a period of history, and he doesn't want anyone to experience it in person again."

"He's such a great guy..."

"Let's go." The audience in the movie theater was almost empty, and the old man stood up on crutches.

The young man hurriedly supported him: "Slow down."

The two walked out of the cinema, and two tall men got off a car on the side of the road, helping the young man to help the old man into the car.

"Going to the Martyrs Cemetery next?" the young man asked, "I suggest you go around in a circle, or go back to rest first, or your body won't be able to bear it."

"It's okay, let's go directly." The old man was kind and stubborn, looking out the car window at the vibrant city.

"...Okay, let's go."

Half an hour later, the car arrived in front of the Martyrs Cemetery.

The young man helped the old man out of the car.

Looking at the re-established cemetery and the children playing with it, the old man sighed: "At the beginning, it was Comrade Verac who had no hesitation and led other comrades to stay in Laizein to protect the cemetery and collect evidence against the government's smearing of the International Equality League. .”

"You have told me many times, and it was also mentioned in the movie just now. At that time, if Comrade Verak followed your advice, now you should..."

"He won't hide behind others." The old man said.

"Understood, you two just wait in the car, I will take Mr. Keating in to have a look." The young man said to the two guards.

"Hehe, let's go." With the support of the young man, Keating climbed the steps step by step.

Today is January 31, 1460.

Twenty-nine years ago, Francis led the workers' march, won the first decree on the working hours of workers in history, and established the prototype of the Equality Association.

Twenty-six years ago, Verak sacrificed, and the main force of the International Equality Alliance was forced to split into two groups to start a strategic transfer. The International Equality Alliance Headquarters underwent a second major transfer.

Twenty-two years ago, the World War ended with Bash and Pruman declaring their surrender. In the same year, the Equality Army finally joined forces after a difficult trek.

Fifteen years ago, Keating fell ill and took a back seat to serve as the principal of the school.

Two years ago, the revolution was completely victorious, and the beautiful new world that countless people dreamed of at that time finally arrived, and it was constantly improving in construction to fill in the shortcomings.

"Slow down." It took the young man a few minutes to bring the 80-year-old Keating into the cemetery.

He is Keating's last student, an engineer who is currently focusing on research on new aircraft.

"If it doesn't work, I'd better buy you a wheelchair, it will be more convenient." The young man suggested.

"I don't want to be in a wheelchair again in my life." Keating stubbornly rejected the young man again.

After a long time, the young man finally helped Keating to Verak's tombstone.

"Go and have a look elsewhere, I'll stay here by myself for a while." Keating supported the tombstone and sat down slowly with a cane.

"Can you do it?"

"go Go."

"Call me if you have anything to do, I'm nearby." The young man had to leave.

"...It's been a long time since I came to see you. I'm not in good health now. I've come all the way from Dunman, and half my life is about to die." Keating sat by the tombstone and hammered his legs, "You Do you think I should come here in summer? The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, so beautiful. In fact, it is precisely because the summer is lively, the trees are withered in winter, and the birds are flying away. I am afraid that you will be lonely, so I chose this time—”

Suddenly, the sound of birds chirping came from one side.

"Oh, so there are birds." Keating was amused by himself.

Tombstones are naturally silent.

"How does it feel?" Keating looked at the tombstone, recalled Veraker's face, and raised his chin to the outside world, "It took us twenty-seven years to change the world into this look. Although , Today's world may still not be able to achieve complete equality, complete unity, and complete beauty, and may still face many threats, and many people will still fight for freedom. However, it is moving towards our hearts little by little It's going on like that, isn't it?"

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