Fantasy Starting from the Stone Age - Chapter 173



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Episode 173. The attitude of viewing hell

It is often said that even history majors cannot spoil historical dramas.

Of course. If you just transfer history, it’s a documentary. So there’s some adaptation. Especially in the process of making a drama or movie, because of the circumstances of adults, characters who didn’t do anything in real history suddenly take on important positions, or important historical figures are suddenly deleted or other characters speak the lines.

But still, there is a rough outline. If the South won the American Civil War, it would be an alternative history. It is not a historical drama.

So, the fundamental flow cannot be distorted. As long as it has the form of a historical drama.

In that sense, what I’m showing you is an edited version of the original… … where I described the Barks as a bloodthirsty war group, just like the very beginning.

In reality, the characters in this world talk more, do more stupid things, and do more noble and great deeds.

Below that, there are people who live fiercely instead of a simplified history from a macroscopic point of view.

If I were to describe each and every one of them, it wouldn’t even take 10 years to write tens of thousands of characters, so I’ll just summarize it roughly.

In that respect, the history I told you is all true.

All Chaun is released after being placed in prison for 300 years by the Savior.

Pureblood Datons are extinct except for the All Chaun.

Liwaduwan causes the Second Siege of Mainilun and is purged.

All of the Mainirons and Anraiers die. Dying here does not mean dying and resurrecting like Paldin Koa, but rather the complete annihilation of the entity.

However, successors who inherited the name appear. In the modern era, Anraier, who inherited the name of the first Lejohui Medakbo, made a passport. Anraier is a different entity, but uses the same name.

But what’s important is the process.

History is a task that asks, “How did it turn out?” After all, we are living in a reality where such a result occurred.

And the story goes into that gap. I will continue to edit and show you the important parts from now on, until the end of this history.

Three nations engaged in a protracted war. And one colony and a devastated East.

The turning point in the course of history occurred just three years after the start of the long-term war.

Right here at Datang, on the front lines.

This is the first rebellion involving Anlair.

All Chaun had barely managed to get out of bed. In short, he had been hit by an invincible man and suffered injuries that would take three years to heal.

It was terrible. Now the invincible ones, not alone, but in legions, and now the cavalry of a thousand aeons, roaming the seas as if they were their home. The ruined ranches… … .

In an already miserable situation, an open rebellion was declared on the southern front, on the breakwater fortifications, that they could not take it anymore.

Representative of the rebels. Nononono Hakang gnashes his teeth and slams the table of Mainilun.

“I can’t do this anymore! Either call a ceasefire right now, or let Ol Chaun take charge of the southern front. It’s a shame that I’m even here now!”

The expression on Dakerutang Liwaduwan’s face suddenly becomes frowning. All the other Anraiers, including Ol Chaun, gathered together for a brief moment of silence to have a chat.

“You can’t do more? What are you talking about?”

“I mean it! I won’t sacrifice my people in the southern fortress that has no income anymore. Let the others stop it! Whether it’s Patchar or Lulmo… … . The Nono will not go to the front lines anymore!”

Liwaduwan’s face is distorted as if he is about to order a purge at any moment. Ol Chaun speaks responsibly as if he must stop it.

“No, why?”

“Why?! Why did you ask?! How many Nono tribes and mixed-bloods were there in the original Datang? Now, all the new born and dying are dragged to the southern breakwater front line and killed like livestock, just like slaughtered animals! Why?! Oh, damn it! Does that make any sense!”

If you say that to me, I have nothing to say.

“I know! Winning the war is more important. But let me ask you this. Is it possible to ‘win’ this war? Our strategy is to wait until the enemy is exhausted, broken, and defeated. What else do we have?! I could build three layers of fortresses with just the bones of my compatriots who died on the southern breakwater front!!!”

Everyone is speechless at the rage of NonoNoNo Hakang, the main run of jokes and performances. Even Liwaduwan is withholding judgment.

There is no mistake. In fact, that is what I intended. I intentionally exhausted the Nono and Borin tribes on the southern breakwater front because they had too many of them and their productivity was low.

It is true that as time passed, the soldiers became more elite, Nononono Hakang became more skilled in command, and magic tools were improved, so the attrition of personnel decreased.

But even so, Penkant is too strong. And the breakwater fortress is too wide. The entire southern part of the continent of Olsozora, the area of ​​responsibility is expanding, and now the Nono-Borin tribe is in charge of Seiwamuyu and near Kiamor, but more people are being lost than in any other front.

The reason they are able to survive is because they grow quickly and have a short gestation period. Borin, in particular, is smart and can be quickly deployed to the battlefield.

“But you know. I honestly understand. Everyone in Datang is making sacrifices, right? I’m not ‘sacrifice more’ and rebelling right now. Everyone is suffering! How much are the purebloods fighting right now? What about the mixed-bloods? What about Patchar? What about Lulmo? The Quako and the other water people are doing their best. I get it!”

Nononono Hakang then cries and pleads.

“But… … But isn’t it okay now?! Do we have to win the war? Can’t we just… … lose? Everyone hates war right now! I’m not just talking about Datang. Pencant doesn’t want to fight either. The Luca Empire doesn’t want to fight either? Even Cheon-geon would honestly want to stop now… … That’s why. Let’s just negotiate a peace here and end it!”

Liwaduwan speaks firmly.

“no.”

“hey!!!”

“My original strategy was to negotiate peace at a moderate level. But now that it’s come to this, I absolutely cannot surrender ‘first.’ At the very least, I have to reluctantly accept the other guys’ request for negotiations.”

“All this time, my people have been falling behind on the southern front?!”

Liwaduwan speaks firmly.

“okay.”

“… … !”

“If you want, I will squeeze more of the other compatriots of Datang. And I will also increase the supply of the southern front. However, you will never remove a single person from the southern front. That is not ending the war, it is losing the war.”

Hakang speaks of peace for happiness.

Liwaduwan, who speaks of security while speaking of peace.

The logic is clear for both. You can’t insult anyone’s opinion.

“Let’s decide by vote.”

“No. I’m the one who will get the dagger soup. Even if the vote is 1:11, I will continue the war.”

Hakang looked straight at the coming Chaun.

“All right! Give me back my position as Dakkerutang! Please end this war now!”

“Ugh… … .”

“Of course, if All Chaun decides so, I will follow. But then it’s over. Later… … If, specifically, the Luca Empire, Cheon-geop, Penkant, the Baekara Rebellion, etc., hand the position of Dakkerutang over to me again, I will not take it. I will join the invading army and rebel.”

“what?!”

He just blurts out nonsense. I can’t tell if he’s being sincere or a threat. I can’t tell why he’s saying it directly.

“As a war veteran, my judgment is this: If we don’t win the war now, problems will arise again someday, and we will have to make greater sacrifices then.

But, those who stopped the war without listening to me are now blaming me for the trouble and leaving the place for the Dakkerutang… …? Do you have a conscience? If I join the invading army, at least ‘I’ will win.”

“Hey. Liwaduwan… … .”

Medakbo groans as he speaks, but Liwaduwan remains firm.

“Isn’t that what it means to be the highest leader?”

“… … !”

“If you only fight when you want to fight, and don’t fight when you don’t want to fight, then am I really a Dakerutang? Why don’t you just vote for it? Why did you hand me the position of the supreme leader of the military government and then you decide whether to continue the war or stop it? I can never end the war now. I don’t want to lose more later.”

Hakang looks at Ol Chaun while sobbing. Ol Chaun is sweating coldly. It’s not a cold sweat from anger, but from embarrassment.

“Surely… … I say, I believe in Liwaduwan.”

“Oh my gosh~~~ You can’t believe me?! I made you laugh too. Why don’t you help me when I’m crying!”

“The time I get my seat back in Dakkerutang is when Liwaduwan himself thinks the war is over. If Liwaduwan’s words were unconvincing, if he just wants to act like the supreme leader while fighting forever, then of course I would have burned that bastard.”

In other words, it doesn’t seem like that.

“However, Liwaduwan is doing his best… … . It is clearly his fault that Datang did not fall apart. I don’t think Liwaduwan is deliberately prolonging the war or has any suspicious intentions. But as you said, I don’t know anything about war, so I can’t just end it on my own.”

Saying that, Ol Chaun looks back at NonoNono Hakang.

“By any chance… … . Isn’t that what you’re seeing? It seems like Liwaduwan is just killing the Nono tribe by not providing them with proper supplies and forcing them into a reckless fight?”

Hakang is an emotional manipulator, but conversely, he does such work rationally.

Hakan had no choice but to say this.

“no.”

“Then I have no choice but to believe it. Clear evidence that the war can end. Or, without evidence that the war will be lost even if we fight this way, I will continue to believe in Liwaduwan’s judgment.”

Hakang bangs his forehead on the Minnirun table. He is truly crying and despairing.

It’s not that it’s not unfortunate, but there’s nothing we can do about it.

But Hakang soon raises his head.

“Then, if you win the war, you’ll really end it? If you win anyway, you won’t push my people to the front lines anymore, right?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, I understand. Just give me one, just one.”

“If it’s reasonable, I’ll allow it. What is it?”

“Right now, only the Patchar Special Forces are being dispatched to the North, but I will also create my own Special Forces. I am not withdrawing the Legion, so is that okay?”

“That… doesn’t matter. What special forces are you talking about?”

Nononono, Hakang answers while gritting his teeth.

“assassin!”

“… … ?”

Kikari goes back and starts creating a mixed-blood that was taboo at the time. It’s called creating, since she’s also pregnant.

Borin and Nono are mixed. They are super mixed, with high intelligence, fast movements, long lifespan, and high intelligence through magic, excellent skills, gentle personality, and cunning. They can also be mixed with Datorin, a type of Borin that has been bred, and in that case, they are even more intelligent, have a better physique, and have a longer lifespan.

The reason why this hybrid is not made is simple. This hybrid cannot produce offspring. Just as a mule, a hybrid of a horse and a donkey, is a very excellent livestock, but it is infertile.

But NonoNoNo Hakang actively encourages this. Why? Because if you’re going to die on the front lines and not leave any descendants, there’s no need to be pureblood.

“I will pass on everything I know to the children who are born. I have fighting skills even in extreme situations. I have performed in the midst of a bloody battlefield while fighting robbers and a pack of lions… …!”

He harbors a madness and obsession to end the war. Nononono Hakang decides that if the war doesn’t end, he will end it himself.

It’s a shame for the descendants who will be born directly… … .

What do you know? Since tens of thousands of people die every week anyway, it’s not unfortunate that there are a few infertile patients. For more descendants, we create poor descendants right now.

This decision by Hakang actually ends the war. Even if it doesn’t happen right away, the strongest hybrid, a great genius of all time, is born and contributes greatly to ending the war.

The problem is that I ended up finishing the tea ceremony later.

That was a little later, you know. Both of them.