Maple leaves, daisies, roses and irises

The author has something to say: Mi Ying NC fans beware...Because it's a historical drama...Al had a miserable life when he was a child...Leader beware==

All people have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.

In 1763, the three iris flags were lowered, and the blood-stained Mizi flag was gradually raised.

Francis Bonofova staggered, and dark red blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, left along the graceful neck, and seeped into the high stiff collar.The bayonet in his hand fell to the ground, and the blood on it—his, the British's—had clotted into scabs.

Matthew Williams hugged the white bear in his arms tightly, with blood stains on his delicate face, quietly watching the war between two powerful men who invaded him, obviously the parties involved but indifferent like a bystander, as if in Enjoy a silly farce.The British gentleman in red military uniform seemed to be in good spirits, Arthur Kirkland looked at the lingering man on the opposite side with high spirits, pointed his gun at him, and said with a sneer, "How is it, Mr. France? The powerful army you are proud of can't hold back the invincible England team! The time to jointly rule the North American continent is over, now, obediently hand over that child to me!"

Francis Bonofova was exhausted, he had used all his strength to keep himself from falling, his blue eyes were as clear as ever, even after the battle.Franci ignored his opponent, but turned his head to look at the colony holding the white bear on his right side, with a forced and bright smile on his face, and a weak trembling that could not be concealed in his voice: "Hey, My dear child... come to me..."

Before Matthew responded, the British gentleman yelled first, "Stop joking, you disgusting bastard! Look at you, and you still want to continue to take over the North American continent?" Arthur Kirkland said from his nose Li snorted, did not look at Matthew Williams at all from the beginning to the end, only looked at the man opposite and said sarcastically, "Only Great Britain, the empire on which the sun never sets has this qualification and strength! Put away your unrealistic delusions..."

The sky was gloomy like a harbinger of a storm, and the blood and broken limbs all over the ground reflected the fierceness of the seven-year war.Matthew Williams sniffed the suffocating smell of blood in the air. He had grown into a boy with a handsome face and soft contours, and his sapphire-like eyes were bright but lifeless.Under Bonofova's incredulous eyes and Kirkland's satisfied eyes, the colony did not say a word, step by step——

"See? The self-righteous red wine bastard, the coquettish iris is destined not to be suitable for the sunshine of the North American continent, only the flag of Great Britain can fly on this land!" Arthur Kirkland took Matthew William James's thin shoulders, he calmed down after getting what he wanted, picked up the brim of his hat with a bayonet, looked down at Francis Bonofova's embarrassed appearance, and said with a smile: "Then, respectful Monsieur France... what are you going to do?"

How to do it?Should I just turn around and leave, deny the fruits of my labor since 1535, give up my hard work, and let this empire that never sets, which seems to have a vengeance with me, grow stronger day by day; A wealthy colony, even if the possibility is low, fight each other to the death?

Mr. France French was panting, the blond hair that was once as smooth as satin had lost its luster, and was messily scattered on his shoulders.He suffered a not-so-light injury. Although the seven-year battle with England hadn't exhausted his energy, it would still take a period of recuperation to regain his previous strength.

He understood that Kirkland was actually injured—although the blond Western European man had always acted arrogantly, his pale face and excessively heaving chest revealed the fact that the other party was struggling—unfortunately compared to Kirkland, he suffered more. The injuries were significantly more serious.Francis Bonofova looked at the colonies that had been silent in England's arms.The opponent didn't participate too much in the war, his expression was extremely calm, and his light brown hair was docile on the top of his head.Matthew Williams didn't even look at the man opposite him who had opened up his new world, and was obediently held by England in his arms, as if the entanglement in front of him was not caused by him.

Francis Bonofova looked at the two people opposite him without blinking.He found bitterly that he seemed to already know the answer to the question.

—What are you going to do now, honorable Mr. French?

Under the vigilant gaze of Arthur Kirkland, Francis Bonofova bent down, slowly picked up the gun that fell on the ground, raised his eyes to the British who was in a defensive posture, and said with a smile: "Don't be so excited, no .Britain... North America, it's yours..."

Before the winner could react, the loser had already turned around and staggered away from the battlefield, ready to go back to rectify.France. France was injured and urgently needed to recuperate—he was different from this energetic person who still had Viking blood in his bones. This war had caused him a lot of damage, so he had to take a good rest.

Arthur Kirkland looked at the dejected back of Bonofova who was going away, snorted coldly ironically, and then stopped paying attention to his defeated opponent.The Western European man focused his attention on the boy in his arms. Matthew Williams still didn't say a word, and didn't even look at France at all, as if he noticed the eyes of the people around him. The boy raised his head, and the clear blue Looking straight at the man who now occupied him, he whispered, "Mr. England."

Arthur Kirkland woke up suddenly, pushed the boy in his arms vigorously, frowned in disgust, and kept dusting his clothes as if he had touched something dirty.Matthew Williams was staggered by the push, and took a few steps back to stabilize his body with the white bear in his arms. Before he could speak, he heard the proud British gentleman say in disgust: "Dirty North American natives, who will allow you?" Call me by my name? Don’t think that after being raised by France for a few years, you can change into the skin of a high-level person, you have to know that no matter how glamorous your appearance is, it can’t hide the disgusting smell on your body!"

Matthew Williams turned pale instantly.The British strode past him, stood behind him, and sneered without looking back: "Hmph, because of you stupid person, I have to redouble my energy... Really, if it wasn't for you soil of--"

He stopped suddenly.Matthew Williams thought for a while, but still couldn't hold back his curiosity. He turned his head, but was taken aback by the blond gentleman—the other person's expression was as ferocious as Satan's, and he was still smiling ——England seemed to think of some particularly interesting scene, and let out a "giggle" laugh while holding a bayonet:

"They're twins anyway..." Kirkland raised his eyebrows, "Then, it doesn't matter if we sacrifice each other... right?"

--demon.

That's the only word that comes to mind.

The world was turned upside down by blood.

Under the gloomy sky that seemed to collapse at any time, in the pool of blood cursed by the souls of countless dead people, in the sight of Matthew Williams, the mighty Satan in red showed a demonic smile and opened his eyes. His mouth was full of sharp teeth, and the voice haunted him like a nightmare for a long time afterwards:

"Remember, Williams, all the plunder and torture your twin brother suffered was caused by you and you will pay for it."

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Until 1773, he lived with endless guilt.

England did what he said. While controlling Matthew Williams, he frantically plundered the resources and wealth of Alfred F. Jones. While replenishing his own national power, he dealt a heavy blow to the opponent.Arthur Kirkland exorbitantly imposed miscellaneous taxes and ruthlessly adopted all kinds of squeezing methods to squeeze out every trace of use value from Alfred F. Jones.Matthew Williams looked at his brother in the south who was similar to himself. The other party became tired from long-term labor, and the large and small bruises on his body were punishments for not completing the task.Alfred F. Jones looked extremely embarrassed, and his astonishingly blue eyes contained deep hatred and anger towards England.

"That barking capitalist golden retriever..." he said through gritted teeth.

Matthew Williams wanted to comfort him, but realized that he was really not qualified to say that.Similar faces, one clean and the other dirty, formed a stark contrast.Why comfort?How to comfort?He found that he couldn't speak a single word, and his tongue became numb because he didn't listen to the control of his brain.He looked down at the clean and tidy little white suit on his body, and lowered his head in frustration.

Alfred F. Jones was keenly aware of his twin brother's depressed mood. "Don't be sad for me, Matthew, I don't blame you," it can be heard that he tried to brighten his tone in order to liven up the atmosphere, but it seems to have little effect, "That England guy is too ambitious and too ambitious." If you are arrogant, sooner or later someone will resist, even with the most inferior guns--"

"What if there is no one?" Matthew Williams' voice was so weak that he could hardly hear him. He looked at his brother with reddened eyes and said word by word, "Even if you have an army, how can you win? What about the powerful British army? How could he recognize you?"

The young man who was in high spirits opposite was stunned for a moment.

But he was really just taken aback.After a while, he raised a bright smile on his muddy face and said confidently: "Yes, I will win—I am the most powerful American nation!"

Someday, his twin brother...seems to truly be independent from the man who has ruled North America for hundreds of years.

This was the only thought of Matthew Williams at the time,

Under the dazzling sunshine of North America, the future hegemon of the world is just a dirty boy, covered with ruthless scars from being plundered.Excessive work made him tired, but he developed a strong body; the countless scars on his body looked terrible, but they always reminded him not to forget the shame he had suffered.Alfred F. Jones beamed, and he stretched out his callused and dirty hands to his brother:

"If there is a day of independence, will you come with me?"

At the time, this was undoubtedly a very ridiculous question, funny and unfeasible.The two teenagers who have been colonized by other countries since the sixteenth century have very similar appearances. They should have been accustomed to the occupation of Western European countries, but they are delusional about independence.

But there's no denying that Matthew Williams was drawn to the topic.He was almost obsessed like a poor sailor seduced by a siren. His mind was full of the screams of the Indians, the endless blood and his sad powerlessness.Recalling the painful past, Matthew Williams stretched out his right hand in a trance, and tightly held the right hand of his twin brother; he suddenly felt that it was not enough, so he stretched out his left hand to wrap the other's hand, and the other hand stretched out Responding with one hand...

In the end, I don't know when it will start, and I don't know who opened my arms first.The twin brothers hugged each other tightly, with such strength that they wanted to squeeze out the last breath of air between them.Tears fell from the corners of Matthew's eyes and dripped on Alfred's bare shoulders. As a fellow colonist, he choked up and whispered in the ears of the southern brothers: "We are independent together, and we raise our own flag together. , tear down the Union Jack flag and burn it all, and drive the filthy, filthy Britons out of the North American continent."

Alfred responded by tightening his arms.The engine oil stains on his body stuck to Matthew's pristine white suit, leaving a permanent mark.He smiled and said firmly: "We will become independent together and liberate the people together."

"We are one. We are North American twins."