The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 818 - 380: The Non-Standard Hero, The Non-Standard Reactionary (5K4)_2

Tony saw the bloodstain spreading on Arthur’s uniform, and he could no longer suppress his emotions. Tears dripped from his chin, and he knelt beside Arthur, roaring, "You bastard! Do you know what you’re saying? You’re fucking dying!"

Arthur wanted to turn his head to look at Tony, but he didn’t even have the strength to turn his head. He could only smile faintly, "I am not dead. I am just living in a different way. To be born for death, do you know what it means? Only when you are infinitely close to death can you deeply understand the meaning of life. If I am about to die, it’s because I want you all to live. Tom, Tony..." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Tom and Tony knelt on the ground, lying on the ground, trying to let Arthur see their faces clearly.

Seeing the faces of his two old friends, Arthur couldn’t help but curl his lips, showing a heartfelt smile, "Please live the best way you know how. I die in darkness, but I hope when we meet again, I will open my eyes to see the light..."

His heavy eyelids slowly fell, like the forever-closed copper doors in a desert sanctuary. No one could ever admire the sanctuary’s splendid past again; it would eventually be erased and smoothed out by time as a sealed memory.

"Arthur, Arthur!"

Tony held Arthur in his arms. The warm blood, the gradually cooling body, and the agonized cries startled the flock of ravens atop the Tower of London: "Ah!!!!!!!"

In the nearby street, the Old Duke on horseback and cloaked was observing. Behind him were countless Guard Cavalry.

The Marquis of Anglesey beside him witnessed the scene and took a deep breath, "Scotland Yard suffered greatly tonight. Unfortunately, they just lost a General."

The Duke of Wellington, who had witnessed the whole sequence of events, remained silent. He glanced at the field full of wounded soldiers writhing in pain and the shops on the street already unrecognizable. Across the Thames River, flames were burning fiercely.

Suddenly, the Duke spoke, "I often tell you that the most painful thing in the world is to lose a war. But do you know what the second most painful thing in the world is?"

The Marquis of Anglesey and Viscount Harding exchanged glances; neither knew the answer.

The Old Duke tugged the reins and turned his horse, saying, "The second most painful thing in the world is winning a battle."

The Generals saw the Duke of Wellington turning his horse and were stunned, "Your Excellency, are you retreating?"

The Duke of Wellington, on horseback, waved at the Generals with his back to them, "This is not a retreat, but like Officer Hastings said, I plan to advance in another direction. He proved his loyalty to this country with his life, and accepting a loyal person’s reasonable advice is the honor he deserves."

Hearing this, the Generals couldn’t help but look at each other. They hesitated for a moment, but seeing the Duke’s figure gradually fading, they finally shouted and followed him.

"Cavalry, stop the pursuit and assist the officers in driving away these mobs!"

The snipers ambushed in the hotel rooms were stunned by the scene. They scratched their heads and finally spat, cursing in a low voice, "Damn it! He actually escaped."

In the alley next to the hotel, a Gospel book fell to the ground with a thud.

John Newman trembled as he looked at the weeping officers crowded around Arthur and the ground full of wounded and dead. His body trembled involuntarily, and he began to recite, using all his strength for each word, this Gospel he was going to preach.

"Who has believed our message? To whom has the arm of Jehovah been revealed?

He grew up before Jehovah like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to Him, nothing in His appearance that we should desire Him.

He was despised and rejected by men, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces, He was despised, and we held Him in low esteem.

Surely He took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered Him punished by God, stricken by Him, and afflicted.

But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities. The punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds, we are healed.

We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way, and Jehovah has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.

He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He did not open His mouth.

By oppression and judgment, He was taken away. Yet who of His generation protested? For He was cut off from the land of the living; for the transgression of my people, He was punished.

He was assigned a grave with the wicked and with the rich in His death, though He had done no violence, nor was any deceit in His mouth.

Yet it was Jehovah’s will to crush Him and cause Him to suffer. Jehovah makes His life an offering for sin. He will see His offspring and prolong His days, and the will of Jehovah will prosper in His hand.

After He has suffered, He will see the light of life and be satisfied. By His knowledge, my righteous servant will justify many, and He will bear their iniquities.

Therefore, I will give Him a portion among the great, and He will divide the spoils with the strong. Because He poured out His life unto death and was numbered with the transgressors. For He bore the sin of many and made intercession for the transgressors.