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    The early morning sun was very faint, and it cast a golden color on the valley, giving the messy, messy, and dirty houses and people a little bit of life.  The faint smoke from the cooking pots dispersed into the air thinly, making it seem a little colder than the white smoke.  When the sun rises a little higher, like a garbage beach or a jumble of rocks after the tide recedes, a thin blanket is lifted up, and the rest is dust.  A dirty river meanders through the valley, and huts have been set up in almost all open spaces on both sides of the river to the top of the hill.  The spider web-like dirt roads randomly drew random squares on the ground, and the same random small houses filled every inch of the space.  The simple house uses all the materials that can be found, from tree trunks that have been chopped down without even clearing the bark, to various wooden boards discarded in the city, to thin iron plates deliberately donated by the Xiuzhen family.  Everything that can be used has been used.  But the narrow house and chaotic environment are filled with too many people.  Sava lived in such a valley.  Sava is eleven years old this year and will be twelve in three months.  And twelve years old, for boys in the valley, is a very, very scary number.  When Sava was in the academy, he could see the army recruiting troops once a month.  Although only a dozen people were recruited each time, Sava always felt that all the remaining people in the academy were dead.  He himself died.  As long as there are three more months, I will be drafted and taken away. I will never see my mother and sister again. I will never see the dirty and familiar valley in front of me again. I will never come back.  .  Maybe, during his ten years of service, he would die in some unknown place, just like the soldiers who died in his own valley.  Maybe after ten years of service, he could get a lowly title, get a small piece of territory, build a big house, and put his mother and sister in it, like the big white house at the top of the valley.  Same as the people inside.  But life will always go on and time will always pass by. Sava continues to study in the academy.  Although the academy is only the tiniest branch of the Church of the Sun, and there is only one scholar in the academy who is not even a monk in charge of academic affairs, and even a coward who is helpless even if the students are taken away by the army, the academy is always quiet and peaceful.  It's always safe.  No army dared to take action in the academy in front of the statue of the Great Sun Dharma King; no one dared to risk being burned to death by the Sun Church and rush into the academy to snatch away those girls; no one dared to cross the Sun Church and Thirteen  The family's agreement is to attack boys under the age of twelve, even if the barrier to all this is just the scholar who can't even kill a chicken.  But such a scholar, such a scholar who protected a fragile balance, did not gain the respect of the residents of the valley.  Sava knows that this scholar likes female students very much.  Not only does he like to select beauties from female students to fill his already huge backyard, but he also sells many female students through his connections in the church.  Therefore, often, some richly dressed people with a bunch of servants would come here and take away one or a dozen girls.  The ones that are left in the end are the ones that are stupid, stupid, ugly, and ordinary.  But Savoie knew that they were safe, and the girls who were appropriated or sold were also safer than they should have been.  Sava, who had been taken many times by his father, had seen the fate of many beautiful girls in many places like the valley and in those beautiful towns.  Because he had seen it, he was worried about his sister.  Because the inheritance left by my father is not much.  My father was once an outside disciple of the Church of the Sun. Because of his humble background, he was never appreciated or promoted in the church. He even died because he was looking for gifts for a certain high-ranking elder, but he was still a member of the system after all.  So your home can have a big yard, a decent house, lots and lots of furniture, lots and lots of books, and lots and lots of money.  You can also get the kindness of the people in the white house and the help of the scholar, and your beautiful mother does not need to struggle in the mud like other women in the valley, so that your sister can grow as easily as a garden flower.  big.  But my father¡¯s inheritance is running out.  The furniture was slowly pawned, the books were sold one by one, and the money gradually became less and less.  Although the hardships began long ago, a pond without living water will eventually dry up.  The tribesmen who were once frightened by the majesty once again climbed over like maggots, using all kinds of absurd and natural reasons to ask for anything they could ask for; the neighbors who were once flattering now turned into thugs and picked away the fields.  All the fruits in it were regarded as the wealth he deserved; those soldiers who once only dared to peek at their mothers from afar can now enjoy their lives with and without being drunk.At any time, he broke into the yard at will and shouted loudly until the people in the white house came.  But there will always be times when people in the white house don¡¯t come.  There will always be times when I am called up.  Sava was at a loss.  Then there was another heavy rain, and another attack was launched using the opportunity of the heavy rain. The people from the Tang family's territory next door once again began to attack the Pan family's territory on their side.  This is already the seventh time in the past three months.  Since something suddenly happened in Bodhisattva City three months ago, the Pan family that was originally ranked first has now become the second, and the Tang family that was originally second has become the first.  Then the people on Tang's territory began to attack their side. They had captured four valleys and were attacking this one.  Of the people in the four valleys, it is said that except for the scholars in the four academies and the girls who had belonged to those scholars, everyone else including the people in the white house, all the people who stayed died.  Tang's army bloodbathed all the land, bulldozed all the houses, and dug out all the hidden things.  Following closely behind Tang's army were the civilians on Tang's territory who marched like an ant army.  They accepted everything in those four valleys, swallowed up all the benefits they could get, and completely integrated that land into the Tang family's territory.  And because of the war, there are now thousands of Pan's soldiers stationed around the valley, searching for those Tang's soldiers wherever fighting can occur, and then killing them or being killed.  The proliferation of twelve serial crossbows completely changed the appearance of war.  Sawa saw with his own eyes that a team of eleven soldiers from his side were shot one by one by a Tang syndrome soldier hiding in the distance for blackmailing the hostess in a house in an open area.  Sava also saw with his own eyes that in order to hunt down this Tang syndrome soldier, hundreds of people were dispatched, surrounded him in a yard, and finally shot him together with a dozen civilians in the yard.  Directly from a distance of dozens of steps, dozens of people fired their repeating crossbows at the same time, directly penetrating the earth wall, shooting through the wooden board, shooting through the iron sheet, and shooting through the human body.  But what shocked Sava¡¯s soul even more was that all the soldiers on both sides, whether they were the eleven brutal people, the Tang soldiers who were like lone heroes, or the hundreds of Pan soldiers who were besieged and killed, all of them were ten  A boy of four or five years old.  That night, Sava couldn¡¯t sleep.  He doesn't know what his future will be like, or whether he can protect this home that is already on the edge of the cliff, let alone what this home will look like after he leaves.  The yard where they were massacred during the day, the family who died for no reason, the group of boys who were not much older than themselves laughing wildly on the bloody field, everything was like a nightmare.  It wasn¡¯t until a warm body hugged him, soothing him with its warm breath, and covering his frightened face with the softness there. It wasn¡¯t until everything seemed to be back to the past that Sava truly fell asleep.  But there was a decision.     Two people.
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