The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 319 - Barisan
The middle-aged woman shouted loudly as her only son was pulled by the other village youth, currently the most important thing for them was to make sure the women and children survived the burning. But the woman was reluctant to give her beloved son who bar entered the age of fifteen years to join the war on the grounds that his son was sickly.
His son was also snagged in the arms of his mother. Frightened when the rough fingers tried to grab her from her mother's embrace. Those who are willing to go to war also try to attract the child.
"We have no other choice! We also sacrifice for the safety of your family. Don't be selfish like that."
"No, I won't let you take my son. It won't! Just take my life, not her!"
In this situation, no one wants to understand the woman's feelings. Because they feel the same way. Give one of the family members to fight without guarantee of return. Especially in recent times they have lost quite a lot. The cries of the willa were thundering and filled the entire village, the women trying to calm down. But instead it made the woman even more angry to throw anything around her.
"I've lost my husband! I don't want to lose my son again. Please ... Please, village chief. Don't take the only one I have ..." He did not take his son off. His son also could not hold a weapon like a soldier. But because of the emperor's will, they had no choice but to fight. Even though it would only die in vain before even setting foot on the battlefield.
The violence of the woman's head turned out to invite the anger of other residents. They felt it was unfair that the woman would not give up her son. The village chief tried to persuade him to appease the hearts of the other inhabitants, but his defiance came. Upset, finally the village head himself who pulled the child from his mother's arms.
"He-stop it ... Don't hurt my son ..." Another one appeared, his footsteps slow and trembling, perhaps if someone were to prank him the man would surely fall to his knees. His age could be said to be almost sixty years and his body condition was weak like dry leaves. He trudged to split the crowd and advanced into the middle, joining the other eighteen people.
"De-in this way is ... enough?" He looked at the left right clumsily, not counting too closely because his myopic eyes could not see clearly. The arrival of the old geezer added a frown to the forehead of the village chief who grew anxious. He smiled bitterly. "Not yet, Grandpa Zu. We still need one more person ..."
The village chief turned to the boy once more, the boy looked down in fear. He also felt responsible for his village, but his mother forbade him to go to war. When the child wants to stand up, his mother immediately prevents and hugs him tighter.
"Please let him go. My son can do nothing but cook and take care of his mother, please listen to my request once.." his voice softened, as his tears began to fall down his shoulders. "
"If we had any other choice, I wouldn't force you to do this, ma'am." The village head got tired to just answer the woman, he turned to the other direction as if asking for an opinion.
"If the village chief can't force it then I will gladly do it. We all sacrifice here too! Quickly hand over your son and we'll be on our way!"
Two men came together and tried to take the boy. The situation was again broken by the screams of the woman, her son was captured and now in the hands of one of them. Looked at his mother's face with pias. There was nothing he could do, he did not want to rebel like his mother.
"Look! Hear me! The child is dying, please .. kumonon look at this for a moment-" The woman prostrated herself with tearful eyes, she crawled up to her child. The three adults were quite shocked but only allowed the woman to lift her son's pants up to her knees. There is a tattoo of a curse spell that resides there. All three adult men immediately got out of the way for fear of the same curse. It was unexpected that the little boy was really as sick as his mother had said.
"He was cursed a month ago after entering the forest. It may still be treatable but it takes a long time. If he comes with you, I'm afraid he'll die before he gets to the center. Moreover, I heard they will be selected again before being appointed as soldiers ..."
"Can I go to war?"
The voice that suddenly broke the silence made the village chief stunned, he raised his face immediately for the sake of being able to see who was speaking. The entire eye-to-eye led to one point where there was one more young man left among them. Just wearing a black robe with a face covered by a hideous red mask.
Without much talking the village chief immediately approached, leaving the crowd split apart. They were now facing each other, not so long ago the village chief spoke.
"Can you take off your mask?"
Xin Chen opened it. Letting others see his face. The girls in the village covered their mouths timidly, whispering to each other.
"What's your name?"
"I'm just a regular traveler."
"You're keeping your identity a secret?"
Xin Chen only nodded in response, the village chief scratching his head in confusion. He didn't know if he could involve outsiders in any other business. But time moved so fast that they had to settle this matter immediately and go to the place where the general was.
"Why do you want to fight?"
"I just want to test my skills."
The reason that was so simple but meant so much to the village chief, his previously clenched face began to show signs of hope. "You must be a strong warrior. Moreover, you have a sword in your hand ... You must feel sorry for our situation and want to help. Really so?"
They could only be amazed as Xin Chen nodded, even strangers were willing to help them. Without suspecting him in the slightest the village chief immediately agreed until their number was even 20 people.
The village chief had told Xin Chen that if anyone would ask for his identity, he would use the name of the Zu clan and was the son of Zu Linlin. The woman who cried when her son was taken. They were immediately collected and brought in riding vehicles. Enough to accommodate about ten people in one place. The woman and her son came to Xin Chen and said thank you sincerely. Even when the horse-drawn carriage was about to be moved the woman still continued to thank him.
"Start!"