on the battlefield full of smoke, in the misty jungle, General Maximons commanded the battle calmly, the soldiers respected him, the enemies feared him, the old king watched the battle from a distance, like a son Praise him like and love him. It’s not clear which battle it is. The territory of the Roman Empire has been expanded time and time again. The small neighboring countries have already surrendered. The barbarians in the jungle have also surrendered in this battle. The huge world has already occupied one third of it, and it’s time to end. Bar? Maximus is a great general respected by thousands of people. He has taken down the world of the Roman Empire. He has completed the glorious mission of the great general. He is loyal to Rome and the king. He deserves any glory, but he just wants to return to himself. In the life of a peasant, he prays for his wife and children in front of God every night, and speaks to the clay statues of his wife and children. He told the king that he had not returned home for 2 years and 265 days. His wife and children were eagerly looking forward to his return. He was eager to be reunited with them, eager to mow the grass and pick up wheat in the endless wheat field, and eager for the warmth and peace of home. But the king is very old. Although the Roman Empire is strong but cannot fully implement democracy, the people’s hearts are in jeopardy. Only the great General Maximus can make her truly splendid. The king loves him, the soldiers love him, and the people love him. , The Roman Empire needs him! The throne is none other than him! The general said that he regarded fame and wealth as dung, and he swore allegiance to the empire. He wanted to consider his wife and children as well as the people. In order for more people to cut wheat and farm, he gave up the freedom he yearned for.
We are not yet free, we will meet eventually, but it’s not the time yet.....
The road to freedom-angry slave
power can blacken the minds of those who believe in it, deafening the ears, and smearing the eyes red, so Unscrupulous. The king’s son, this mediocre, narrow-minded person cannot accept that his father would rather pass the throne to an outsider than to him. This is not an artifact, but the entire world, one third of the world. Including trust, respect, admiration, affection, and of course supreme power. And the owner of all of this turned out to be a farmer who only fought in his eyes and thought about going home to farm! He personally strangled his father to death, killed the general's wife and children, assassinated the general (attempt), deceived the Senate, and became king! What he wants is not democracy, but dictatorship, this is the real supreme power!
A distinguished general for half a lifetime can endure his beloved king being secretly murdered, can endure the unscrupulous taking of his throne by others, can endure the betrayal of his subordinates, can endure the fate of being framed and almost killed, and can endure the fate of being framed and almost killed by others. The shame of a slave. He has nothing. He should end his insignificant life at this time. You must know that life is more difficult than death, and those who remain are often painful, but he absolutely cannot bear the tragic death of unarmed beloved beloved. He wants revenge, and so is living alive. A kind of hope.
He had fought for Rome, for the king, and for the soldiers on the battlefield. Now he can finally fight for himself in the same bloody arena, and he can get revenge if he wins freedom. The killing never stopped, but this time there was an audience. He did not become a recreational doll in the arena. He did not give in like a slave, ignorant, and timid, but like a general loved by the world when he was fighting everywhere. No, he was full of wisdom, courage and strength like a king. People's hearts can still be obtained in the arena. He is a momentary slave and a hero forever. Even the current king could not help shivering when facing him.
We are not yet free, we will meet at last, but it’s not the time yet...the
way home-happy peasants, the
world knows that the charming gladiator in the arena is the original Mark General Simmons, the king's sister is willing to support him, the elders are willing to support him, the slave owners are willing to support him, and the slaves are willing to follow him. He seems to represent a certain belief. Everyone believes that they can be free only if he is free.
But all this let the king know. The king who was extremely angry and terrified in his heart put his sister under house arrest, arrested the elders, killed the slave owners, suppressed the slaves, and pierced the heart of Maximus with a knife from behind. The timid and despicable man who has fought, he wants to win Max Simmons in the arena to cheat the hearts of the people and prove himself.
Once again standing in the arena, Maximus faced his unshakable enemy. No one could imagine how he stood when he was fatally wounded and how to wave the weapon in his hand. His body is getting heavier and heavier, his mind is getting more and more blurred, and his vision is getting blurred. He doesn't know where he is at this time. He can't hear the deafening shouts in the arena. He just feels that he is floating in a certain direction. , Drifting farther and farther, it was a place he yearned for. A half-hidden door appeared before his eyes. He wanted to reach out and push, but there was a force preventing him. He heard the door. There seemed to be women and children screaming cordially and happily, smelling the fragrance of the wind blowing through the wheat fields, it seemed that it was really about to arrive, and I really wanted to stop and rest. He tried to push the door again, and the wound suddenly hurt. No, it’s not the time. The enemy in front of him, the king who killed him, his wife, and his son have not fallen yet. He wants him to pay the debt. , Even if he can't pay it off. He regained his sanity in an instant and returned to the battlefield, piercing the sword decisively and accurately into the opponent's heart.
Too tired, it's time to end, his hand finally pushed to the door without hindrance, across sorrow and joy, through life and death, the door was finally pushed open, embracing his beloved, running endlessly Be a real farmer in the field, mowing grass and picking wheat, being free...
We are free now, we can finally meet...
Postscript: On the way, Max Simmons Responsibility, he loses freedom; because of faith, he pursues freedom; because of love, he finally gains freedom.
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