Durin's Diary

Chapter 925 Before the Carriage

Du Lin had no intention of going to see the handover of the Qian family. After all, it was a tragic matter of a wife and children being torn apart, and Du Lin couldn't bear to see his child cry.

Xiang Shu went instead. Although this little supervisor couldn't cook a big bowl of wide noodles, he was born into the royal family and his heart was not soft.

After returning, she didn't say much. She just sat with Dulin under the shade of a tree in the camp until the offending commanders were transferred to the Yom Kippur camp. Among them were two families with only two sons. The eldest son went to the Yom Kippur camp, and the younger son was forced to retire.

Chang Tang was ultimately benevolent.

• You talk as if you're heartless. It's been so long since I've seen you kill anyone.

Daju sighed.

They're not human traffickers or enemies of civilization, so killing them would ultimately lack a certain something, you know.

I understand, it's just kindness, but that's your good point. You can kill but you don't kill indiscriminately, you're principled.

Dulin was greatly relieved by Daju's words, thinking that at least this AI didn't argue with him on this matter.

"Come on, now that things are settled here, come with me to the pass." The old man finished dealing with things there and came over to call Du Lin: "I heard that the demon army at Zhennan Pass is still fighting amongst themselves. You did a good job, kid."

"Those twin princes are as lousy as dogs, what can I do?" Dulin jumped into the jeep the old man was sitting in—it was a big vehicle, so the young general was driving it.

The three Candle Dragons sat in the back row, eating yellow sand and dust as they traveled westward. As they followed the road, the old man didn't speak, but just kept looking at the distant mountains. With Du Lin's eyesight, he could see the forest of steles on the mountains.

Those must be soldiers who died here. Their youth lies in pools of blood, their bodies remain on the mountainside, their stories, their smiles, and their future are frozen on these tombstones.

Music will be played starting on October 1st.

The piano solo and the light, ethereal female voice filled Dulin with melancholy.

This land is just like the land Dulin saw in his previous life. Too many people died for the rise and fall of civilization. Here, he saw the forest of steles stretching among the mountains. In his previous life, in New Hangzhou, New Suzhou, and New Tianlu, in front of that sacred long stele, there were too many people who left only their names. They were either carved on the natural stone forest, or engraved in the man-made black stele, or just military plaques eroded by wind and sand.

They are the crew members who were left as rubble in the old era's war chariots, the skeletons in the pressure suits of the aircraft pilots' seats, and even more so, the corpses covered by the soil brought by the years.

They are not fighting for personal fame in this life, but for the sake of all living beings after their death.

Every ten years, a public memorial ceremony is held in southern Thailand. On that day, even Dulin cannot get any work—because weapons cannot be used on that day, and if anyone is lucky enough to break the rules, the sage will personally intervene.

"You're looking at the mountains, aren't you?" The old man's question made Dulin turn around.

He nodded and said, "This is something you can't see in the Western Continent."

"Thanks to those madmen from the old era, I personally have no ill will towards the Western Continent. On the contrary, during my time living there, I discovered that the common people of the Western Continent are no different from our people. They all live very hard lives. Moreover, I saw that your country has only recently liberated serfs. I heard that in the past, a family only had one pair of pants."

“Yes, anyone who needs to go out should wear those pants.” “How could it be so miserable?” the young general muttered as he drove.

“The Western Continent doesn’t have a battlefield like our Three Passes and Four Seas, nor does it have the premise of a unified China like our Changtang. There are seventeen or eighteen large and small countries and principalities in total, so their internal strife is quite fierce.” The old man sighed as he said this: “It’s just a pity that their common people don’t know that on the other side of the earth, there is a country that has been ravaged by their alien gods.”

"So what if they know? Just because they apologized doesn't mean we won't want to kill their gods. In my opinion, all those ancient gods of the Western Continent deserve to die, whether they are alien gods or so-called righteous gods. In the eyes of these beings from the old era, we are their eternal enemies." The young general said, glancing at Dulin through the rearview mirror: "Of course, I don't mean you, Mr. Dulin."

"I understand. In the end, it was the scientists of the old era who failed us. They were blinded by desire and naively thought they could become gods and change everything. They didn't know that after the chaos invaded, they would be replaced by the real evil god. If it weren't for Director Sun's self-sacrifice, we might be facing a more cruel and merciless catastrophe than we are now."

To be honest, although the invasion of evil gods in Tainan in Dulin's previous life was already a mythical existence, the various skull piles and skulls in the sacrificial pits unearthed in various places, especially in the New World, as well as the scattered chaotic individuals, all prove the terror of evil gods.

In Dulin's view, the evil gods of this world are merely beings that have not been fully matured, but their destructive power should not be underestimated.

"You seem to know a lot about this," the young general said with some curiosity.

“My little brat has a twin soul,” the old man sighed.

The young general clicked his tongue: "I've only heard about it in legends, but they say that the third-ranked scholar from the Sun family..." "You talk too much."

The old man gave a rebuke, and then they remained silent for the rest of the journey.

This made Du Lin sigh with emotion. Look, although this old man looks delicate and tender, he has witnessed half of the young general's life.

As the vehicle approached Yumen Pass, Du Lin could see the long, long wall on the horizon from afar.

That's Yumen Pass.

The old man pointed into the distance.

Du Lin looked at the Yumen Pass in his eyes. Many poems from the Tang Dynasty have written about the Yumen Pass. Even though the civilization had experienced a break in its development, many rare copies of the poems were carefully preserved by their owners until archaeologists found them again.

In those poems, Yumen Pass is a great poem woven with history and desolation. It is located 90 kilometers northwest of Dunhuang. As for where Dunhuang is, even after Dulin came into this world, archaeologists still could not find a conclusion that could convince all their colleagues.

The people of southern Thailand have always been searching for their roots, their past, and the traces left by the oldest and first cry of southern Thai civilization.

The Jade Gate Pass in front of us looks even more majestic and tall, with a wall as high as thirty meters. On the Dulin side, countless buildings are built side by side, and there are endless paddy fields. There are even large drones flying overhead.

Is this Yumen Pass?

Dulin stood up. The reeds on the riverbed swayed in the wind, the long wall stretched endlessly, and the city stretched straight across the land.

"This is Yumen Pass, the largest and most crucial defensive line among the three passes and four seas of Changtang. To the west of this Changyuan Pass lies the Rakshasa Sea, a wetland irrigated with the blood of foreign races, and also a vast graveyard for life."

(End of this chapter)