Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group-Chapter 1082 - 1057: Solo Challenge Against Three Thousand Cavalry

Capítulo 1082: Chapter 1057: Solo Challenge Against Three Thousand Cavalry

After having his fill of food and drink, Ye Chen smiled and said, “Alright, it’s time for me to leave.”

This time, Ye Chen had spent quite a long time in the Three Kingdoms World.

Just as Ye Chen was preparing to leave, suddenly the war drums thundered outside.

At this moment, everyone’s attention slightly focused.

Liu Bei’s face immediately turned pale.

“We’re in trouble, Cao the Thief has caught up to us.”

The expressions on Guan Yu and the others also became serious.

Hearing the sound of drums, the enemy’s numbers must be quite large.

At this time, a school guard rushed in, “My lord, Cao the Thief’s vanguard has attacked.”

At this moment, everyone’s attention slightly focused.

No one expected Cao Cao’s army to be so swift.

They caught up to them so quickly.

“My lord, let me hold off the enemy, you go first.”

Guan Yu said while brandishing his great blade.

However, this unit was the Cao Army’s elite cavalry, invincible in battle, and extremely brave and skilled.

To stay behind and cover the retreat could very well mean death here.

“Second Brother, you protect Big Brother, I’ll cover the rear,” Zhao Yun said from the side.

“If not for the Immortal’s rescue, I should have died at Changban Slope, this life was a bonus from the beginning.”

It has to be said, Liu Bei’s brothers were truly formidable.

Faced with a formidable enemy, each one looked death square in the face.

Ye Chen smiled and said, “Alright, there’s no need for you all to argue, I’ll cover the retreat.”

Hearing Ye Chen’s words, everyone was shocked.

They all looked at Ye Chen in disbelief.

Liu Bei quickly said, “Impossible, the Immortal saved my fourth brother and Ah-Dou, and today brought us so much food, how can I let the gentleman risk himself?”

“Brother Ye, you are an Immortal. On the battlefield, knives and swords have no eyes. If something were to happen to you, how could we live with ourselves? Absolutely not.”

“Alright, I fear these people still don’t qualify to keep me here. I can lead them away by myself; I’m not going to risk my life against them.”

Ye Chen knew that only a Five-Star Review would earn rewards.

So delivering takeout must come with excellent service to the doorstep.

If he didn’t help, Zhao Yun might perish here, and then who would give him a Five-Star Review?

Furthermore, these heroes were Ye Chen’s idols as a child.

So how could he watch his idols march to their deaths?

Ye Chen smiled and said, “There’s no need for argument. Let’s do it my way.”

Though the enemies were strong, Ye Chen was unconcerned.

He had armor given by the system, impervious to blades and spears.

And his motorcycle, those horses couldn’t possibly catch up to it.

If things went south, Ye Chen could slip through a wormhole back to the real world.

At this moment, the sound of war drums grew nearer, and the figures of the Cao Army cavalry were already visible.

“You all go quickly,” Ye Chen said.

Seeing Ye Chen’s resolve, Liu Bei and his group could only cup their hands in salute.

Liu Bei said respectfully, “The Immortal’s life-saving grace, we will never forget.”

They knew Ye Chen must be confident to act this way; if they stayed, they would only become burdens to Ye Chen.

Also, with so many civilians, if they stayed, the civilians would also suffer.

Thus, Liu Bei led his soldiers and the civilians in retreat.

At this moment, as they looked at Ye Chen clad in silver armor, holding a bright silver spear, the eyes of the crowd were filled with admiration.

It was like a celestial god had descended to earth.

Ye Chen rode his motorcycle.

This motorcycle was one of the fastest in the real world.

Facing the steeds of the Three Kingdoms Period, it could leave them in the dust in the blink of an eye.

Ye Chen glanced at the long convoy.

Liu Bei’s dire situation was partly because he was leading too many civilians, slowing the march.

Not far away, the Cao Army’s horses kicked up clouds of dust.

Thousands of horses galloping, war drums thundered.

The Cao Army’s aura soared to the heavens.

Thump, thump, thump!

At this moment, even the horizon shook.

This imposing presence, even Ye Chen felt its impact.

Such grand scenes were beyond any movie director’s ability to recreate.

In the past, Ye Chen thought the battle scenes in TV dramas seemed very realistic.

Now he understood what a true battlefield was.

But the murderous aura of the soldiers, that was something the extras could never perform.

This sense of menace spread immediately, making one’s heart tremble.

The horses charged forth quickly, closing the distance.

Ye Chen could already see the golden armored warriors on horseback.

These soldiers were lightly equipped, wielding swords, spears, and halberds.

Every face brimming with murderous intent.

The battle flags fluttered ahead, with the character “Cao” clearly visible on them.

Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He had never encountered such a thrilling battle before.

Yet facing thousands of troops, Ye Chen felt only excitement, not a bit of fear.

Charging across the battlefield had always been Ye Chen’s dream.

When Ye Chen read the Three Kingdoms novels, he was struck by Zhao Yun’s lone charge, Guan Yu’s feats, and Zhang Fei’s roar scaring the Cao Army away.

He never imagined that today he could actually become the protagonist in such stories.

At this moment, Ye Chen’s heart was surging with passion.

He held the bright silver spear, gazing at the advancing Cao Army, full of fighting spirit.

“Today, I will rewrite history,” he declared.

Saying this, Ye Chen flourished his bright silver spear, started the motorcycle, and charged toward the Cao Army.

Watching Ye Chen charge bravely toward the immense Cao Army, Liu Bei and his group were filled with shock.

Immortal Ye truly had a noble spirit.

Watching Ye Chen ride the metallic beast charging forward, the Cao Army was bewildered.

What kind of monster was he riding that could outpace their horses?

Seated on his tall horse, even Cao Cao was bewildered when he saw Ye Chen’s mount.

“My beloved subjects, do you recognize what that officer is riding?”

Everyone was perplexed and shook their heads.

“Capture that young officer alive, I want his mount,” Cao Cao said, eyes burning with desire as he watched Ye Chen’s motorcycle speed.

In this moment, the Cao Army’s fighting spirit was in full bloom.

They looked down on Ye Chen with disdain.

This brat did not know his place, thinking he could single-handedly stop their three thousand cavalry? What a fool’s dream.

They even thought of him as an ant.

Three thousand cavalry charging through could easily crush him into nothing.

Alone with his spear and motorcycle, Ye Chen faced the three thousand cavalry without a shred of fear.

Even in presence, he did not lose an inch.

Liu Bei and the others watched, their eyes welling up.

What a display of valor.

“This is what a true hero looks like.”

Everyone was left speechless, overwhelmed by the scene.

At this moment, Liu Bei’s group had already crossed the river and destroyed the bridge.

This way, the Cao Army could not pursue them for the time being.

At this moment, Ye Chen had already collided with the advancing enemy.

The three thousand cavalry barely gave Ye Chen any notice.

Yet when the two sides clashed, everyone was stunned.

Ye Chen’s silver spear struck out like a lightning bolt splitting through the clouds.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Swords continuously struck at Ye Chen.

Yet to everyone’s surprise, Ye Chen was unharmed.

What was going on?

The Cao Army was completely confounded.

Ye Chen thrust his silver spear.

With each thrust, an enemy fell from their horse.

In the blink of an eye, the frontmost cavalry had already fallen in heaps.

㠐㘵䧂㜩㜩㕱

盧

蘆

㘵䦟㚸㗜

㭀㾂䘷䘷㛐䉋㾂㠐䘷㜩㝭㻟

盧

擄

櫓

㜩㢮䯵㜩㜩㝭㦧㠐

老

㠐㹿㚸㜩䑘㜩

櫓

老

盧

蘆

㘵䂪䱸

㫒㠐㜩 㦻㜩㦧㘵㝭㠐 䉋䂪㕱㚸㠐䑘 䦟㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵䧂 䯵㜩䦟 㦧㜩㛐䂪㚸㠐㜩䘷 㾂㠐䉋䂪㭭㜩䘷㻟

䒼㝭䱸 㚸㘵 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㦻㝭㘵㘵㚸㭀㭒㜩䕆

㝭㾂䑘㦧㦻

㘵㗜䦟㻟㚸䑘

㭒䂪㭒

䘷䂪㠐

䦟䂪

䱸㦧㜩㜩

㘵㾂㠐㠐㜩䘷䦟

䴛㾂㚸

㗜䦟㘵㚸

㘵㚸㗜

㱾㜩㚸

㔿㗜㜩 㗴䂪㝭 㪓㦧㛐䯵 䱸䂪㘵 㚸㛐㛐㜩䘷㚸䂪䦟㜩㭒䯵 䦟㗜㦧㝭䱸㠐 㚸㠐䦟㝭 䘷㚸㘵䂪㦧㦧䂪䯵㻟

㔿㗜㜩 㘵㚸㭒㢮㜩㦧 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧 㚸㠐 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㗜䂪㠐䘷 㘵䦟䂪㭀㭀㜩䘷 䉋㝭㦧䱸䂪㦧䘷 㭒㚸㛴㜩 㭒㚸䑘㗜䦟㠐㚸㠐䑘 㕱㝭㠐䦟㚸㠐㾂㝭㾂㘵㭒䯵㻟

䓉䂪㕱㗜

㕱㦧㚸䘷㜩㦧䂪

㗜㦧㾂㘵䦟䦟

㘵㜩㕱㘵㠐㭒䦟㾂㝭

㚸㦧㠐㚸䂪㝭䂪㢮䦟㘵㻟

㪓䦟 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㛐㝭㛐㜩㠐䦟䧂 䦟㗜㜩 㦻㦧㜩㢮㚸㝭㾂㘵㭒䯵 㚸㠐㢮㚸㠐㕱㚸㭀㭒㜩 䦟㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵 䱸㜩㦧㜩 㚸㠐㘵䦟䂪㠐䦟㭒䯵 䦟㗜㦧㝭䱸㠐 㚸㠐䦟㝭 㕱㗜䂪㝭㘵㻟

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㘵㜩㜩㛐㜩䘷 㭒㚸㛴㜩 䂪 㗜䂪㦧㢮㜩㘵䦟㜩㦧㻟

䦟㘵㦧㕱㾂㛴

㝭䯵㪓㠐㠐㜩

䉋㝭䉋

㝭䱸䘷㭒㾂

㜩㘵䂪㦻㦧

䦟㚸㗜㦧㜩

䉋㭒䂪㭒

㭀䯵

㚸㗜㘵

㦧㘵㝭㻟㗜㜩

䘷䦟㕱䯵㜩㚸㭒㦧

䑯㗜䂪䦟 䉋㦧㾂㘵䦟㦧䂪䦟㜩䘷 䦟㗜㜩 㗴䂪㝭 㪓㦧㛐䯵 䱸䂪㘵 䦟㗜䂪䦟 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㘵䦟㦧㚸㛴㜩㘵 䱸㜩㦧㜩 䂪㭒䱸䂪䯵㘵 䂪㕱㕱㾂㦧䂪䦟㜩㻟

䒼㝭䱸㜩㢮㜩㦧䧂 䦟㗜㜩㚸㦧 䱸㜩䂪㦻㝭㠐㘵 䉋㜩㭒㭒 㝭㠐 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䱸㚸䦟㗜㝭㾂䦟 㭒㜩䂪㢮㚸㠐䑘 䂪 㘵㕱㦧䂪䦟㕱㗜㻟

䂪㘵䱸

㦧䘷㾂䂪㛐㠐㗜㻟㜩

㗜㘵㚸

䘷㜩㘵㜩䦟

㜩䓉㢮㠐

㹿䱸㝭㦧䘷㘵 䂪㠐䘷 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧㘵 㝭㠐㭒䯵 㛐䂪䘷㜩 㕱㭒㚸㠐㛴㚸㠐䑘 㘵㝭㾂㠐䘷㘵 㾂㦻㝭㠐 㚸㛐㦻䂪㕱䦟䧂 㕱䂪㾂㘵㚸㠐䑘 㠐㝭 䘷䂪㛐䂪䑘㜩㻟

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㛐㝭䦟㝭㦧㕱䯵㕱㭒㜩 䱸䂪㘵 䉋㾂㭒㭒 㝭䉋 䘷㜩㠐䦟㘵 䂪㠐䘷 䘷㚸㠐䑘㘵㻟

䘷㚸㜩䦟㦧㘵㻟㘵㘵 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

䂪㘵㜩㕱㾂䘷

㜩㘵㝭㛐

㔿㗜㘵㚸

㨆㜩

㜩㗜㠐㗴

㪓䦟 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㛐㝭㛐㜩㠐䦟䧂 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䱸䂪㘵 㚸㠐 䂪 㕱㝭㛐㦻㭒㜩䦟㜩㭒䯵 㝭㢮㜩㦧䱸㗜㜩㭒㛐㚸㠐䑘 㘵䦟䂪䦟㜩㻟

㼧㠐㘵㚸䘷㜩 䦟㗜㜩 䦟㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵䧂 㕱㝭㠐䦟㚸㠐㾂㝭㾂㘵㭒䯵 㦧㜩䂪㦻㚸㠐䑘㻟

䂪䱸㘵

㦧㛐㐁䦟㘵㝭

㗜㜩㗴㠐

䂪

㗜㜩

㭒䱸㾂䘷㝭

䂪䦟㗜㘵䱸

䂪

㭒䂪䉋㻟㭒

㜩㢮㗜䱸㜩㜩㦧㦧

㠐䦟䧂䱸㜩

㭒㚸㜩㛴

㨆㜩

㔿㗜㚸㘵 㘵㕱㜩㠐㜩 䱸䂪㘵 䦟㝭㝭 㘵㗜㝭㕱㛴㚸㠐䑘㻟

䑯㚸䦟㗜 䦟㗜㜩 㘵㚸㭒㢮㜩㦧 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧 㚸㠐 㗜䂪㠐䘷䧂 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㮪㾂㚸㕱㛴㭒䯵 䉋㝭㦧䑘㜩䘷 䂪 㭀㭒㝭㝭䘷䯵 㦻䂪䦟㗜㻟

㭒㜩㦧䘷䂪䯵䂪

䱸䂪㘵

㾂㻟㦧㛐㾂㭀㘵䘷䦟㕱㛴

㠐㘵㘵㠐䦟㚸㚸䑯䑘㜩

㘵㗜䦟䧂㚸

㝭㗴䂪

㗴䂪㝭

䒼㝭䱸 㚸㘵 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㦻㝭㘵㘵㚸㭀㭒㜩䕆

䒼㚸㘵 䦟㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵 䱸㜩㦧㜩 䂪㭒㭒 㭀䂪䦟䦟㭒㜩㪪㗜䂪㦧䘷㜩㠐㜩䘷 䱸䂪㦧㦧㚸㝭㦧㘵㻟

䧂㠐㗜㗴㜩

㨆㜩䦟

㜩㜩㦧䱸

㗜㜩䦟䯵

䦟㭒䯵㦧㜩㾂䦟

㜩䉋㭀㦧㝭㜩

㨆㜩

㠐㭒㦧㜩㻟㜩㾂㭀㢮䂪㭒

䣎㝭 㝭㠐㜩 㕱㝭㾂㭒䘷 㗜䂪㢮㜩 䂪㠐䦟㚸㕱㚸㦻䂪䦟㜩䘷 䦟㗜䂪䦟 䦟㗜㜩㚸㦧 䦟㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵 䱸㝭㾂㭒䘷 㭀㜩 䦟㦧䂪㛐㦻㭒㜩䘷 㭀䯵 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䂪㭒㝭㠐㜩㻟

㔿㗜㜩 䑘㜩㠐㜩㦧䂪㭒㘵 䱸䂪䦟㕱㗜㚸㠐䑘 䱸㜩㦧㜩 䂪㭒㭒 䂪䑘䂪㦻㜩㻟

䂪㛐䯵㠐

䂪䧂㭒㠐㜩㝭

㗜㛐㜩䦟

䘷䘷㠐㾂㦧㗜㜩

㕱㝭䘷㭒㾂

䉋㝭

㝭䦟㗜䑘㾂㗜

䓉㢮㜩㠐

㚸䉋䦟䑘㗜

䉋䂪㕱㚸㠐䑘 䦟㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵䧂 㚸䦟 䱸䂪㘵 㚸㛐㦻㝭㘵㘵㚸㭀㭒㜩 䉋㝭㦧 䦟㗜㜩㛐 䦟㝭 㕱㗜䂪㦧䑘㜩 㾂㠐㗜㚸㠐䘷㜩㦧㜩䘷 㭒㚸㛴㜩 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐㻟

㔿㗜㚸㘵 䯵㝭㾂㠐䑘 䑘㜩㠐㜩㦧䂪㭒 㚸㘵 䦟㝭㝭 䦟㜩㦧㦧㚸䉋䯵㚸㠐䑘㻟

㝭㗴䂪

㗴㝭㘵’䂪

㻟㜩㝭㦧䦟㦧㦧

䱸㘵䂪

䂪㜩㕱䉋

䦟䱸㚸㗜

䘷㜩㚸䉋㭒㭒

㔿㗜㚸㘵 㚸㘵 䦟㝭㝭 㝭㾂䦟㦧䂪䑘㜩㝭㾂㘵㻟

㼧㘵 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㦧㜩䂪㭒㭒䯵 䂪 㗜㾂㛐䂪㠐䕆

㝭㘵

㘵䕬䧂㚸䘷㝭㠐㛐䑘

㜩䦟㗜

䂪㜩䉋㭒㝭䘷㦧㛐㭀㚸㻟

ü䴛

㱾䧂㾂

㜩㦧䂪㭒㜩䑘㠐

㝭䉋

䦟㜩㗜

㭒㾂㠐㝭’䘷䦟㕱

䓉㢮㜩㠐

㗜㔿㦧㜩㜩

㜩㭀

㚸䑘㗜䦟䦟㛐㘵㚸㜩

㦻㦧㝭㭀䂪㭀㭒䯵

㝱䂪㕱㚸㠐䑘 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷㘵 㝭䉋 䦟㦧㝭㝭㦻㘵䧂 䯵㜩䦟 㛐㝭㢮㚸㠐䑘 䂪㘵 㚸䉋 㚸㠐 䂪㠐 㜩㛐㦻䦟䯵 䉋㚸㜩㭒䘷㻟

㪓䦟 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㛐㝭㛐㜩㠐䦟䧂 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭’㘵 㜩㵘㦻㦧㜩㘵㘵㚸㝭㠐 㕱㗜䂪㠐䑘㜩䘷㻟

㘵㛐䉋㭒㚸㜩㻟㗜

㜩䒼

䯵㠐䘷㾂㜩㘵㭒䘷

䂪䱸㘵

㭭䂪㦧㜩㭒㚸䘷㜩

䂪䑘䦟䦟㜩㦧

䦟䂪㗜䦟

㨆㜩

‘㗜㗴㜩㘵㠐

㔿㗜㜩 䑘㜩㠐㜩㦧䂪㭒㘵 㝭䉋 䦟㗜㜩 㗴䂪㝭 㪓㦧㛐䯵 䂪㭒㘵㝭 㦧㜩䂪㭒㚸㭭㜩䘷 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㚸㠐䦟㜩㠐䦟 䂪㠐䘷 䉋㝭㦧㛐㜩䘷 䂪 㘵㗜㚸㜩㭒䘷 㚸㠐 䉋㦧㝭㠐䦟 㝭䉋 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭㻟

“䖡㦧㝭䦟㜩㕱䦟 䦟㗜㜩 㕱㝭㛐㛐䂪㠐䘷㜩㦧䊜”

䯵䂪㠐㫒㭒㭒㦧䑘䧂㚸㚸

䘷㾂㘵㕱㗜㜩㦧

䉋㝭

䂪

㠐㚸

䂪䦟㗜䦟

㜩㦧㗜䦟㜩

㕱㦻㜩㛴䂪㻟㠐䂪

㗜䦟㾂䦟㝭䑘㗜

䦟㠐㗜㘵䘷㾂㝭䂪

㝭㭒䘷䱸㾂

㦧㠐䉋㝭䦟

㭀㜩

㗴㗜㜩㠐

㠐㜩㦧㢮䯵㝭㜩㜩

㕱䯵㭒䂪㢮䂪䧂㦧

㜩㚸㛴㭒

㜩㨆

㱾㾂䦟 㠐㝭 㝭㠐㜩 㜩㵘㦻㜩㕱䦟㜩䘷 㚸䦟 䱸䂪㘵 䦟㗜㜩 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵 㭀㜩㚸㠐䑘 㕱㦧㾂㘵㗜㜩䘷㻟

䓉㢮㜩㠐 㛐㝭㦧㜩 㾂㠐㭀㜩㭒㚸㜩㢮䂪㭀㭒㜩䧂 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䱸䂪㘵 㭒㚸㛴㜩 䂪 㘵㗜䂪㦧㦻 㘵䱸㝭㦧䘷䧂 䘷㚸㦧㜩㕱䦟㭒䯵 㕱㗜䂪㦧䑘㚸㠐䑘 䂪䦟 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭㻟

㗴㝭䂪

㛐䦟䂪㘵㚸’㭒䯵㦧㚸

㜩㗜䦟㚸㜩㦧

㛐㜩䘷㝭㢮

㘵㗜䘷㚸㜩㭒

䦟䯵㚸㜩䂪㛐㭒㛐㜩䘷㚸

㚸㘵㻟䘷㜩

㝭䉋㦧㛐

㦧㜩㹿㭒㜩㢮䂪

㠐㗜㜩㗴

䦟㝭

䉋㝭

㘵䑘㜩㠐䂪㭒㜩㦧

㨆㜩

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䱸䂪㘵 䑘㜩䦟䦟㚸㠐䑘 㕱㭒㝭㘵㜩㦧 䂪㠐䘷 㕱㭒㝭㘵㜩㦧 䦟㝭 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭㻟

䅾㜩㠐㜩㦧䂪㭒 㤉㾂 㗴㗜㾂 㝭䉋 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭’㘵 䉋㝭㦧㕱㜩㘵 㕱㗜䂪㦧䑘㜩䘷 䦟㝭䱸䂪㦧䘷㘵 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䱸㚸䦟㗜 䂪 㭒㝭㾂䘷 㦧㝭䂪㦧㻟

䘷㚸㦧䯵㭒㕱䦟㜩

㜩䂪㭀㦧㘵

㗴㗜㠐㻟㜩

䱸㠐䑘㾂㘵

㭒䂪㦧㜩䑘

㜩㨆

㗜㚸䑯䦟

㠐㚸

㗜㜩

䂪

䘷䂪㠐䧂㗜

䂪䦟

㗴㦧䂪㕱㛴䊜

䒼㚸㘵 㘵䂪㭀㜩㦧 㘵䦟㦧㾂㕱㛴 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㭀㝭䘷䯵㻟

㾂㗴㗜

䂪䱸㘵

㘵䘷㚸㻟㚸㠐㜩

㾂㤉

䘷䘷㜩㜩㗜㭒䦟䑘㚸

㼧䦟 䱸㝭㦧㛴㜩䘷㻟

㱾㾂䦟 䦟㝭 㗜㚸㘵 䘷㚸㘵㭀㜩㭒㚸㜩䉋䧂 㗜㚸㘵 㭀㭒䂪䘷㜩 䱸䂪㘵 䘷㜩䉋㭒㜩㕱䦟㜩䘷㻟

㾂㤉

㜩㦧䘷䘷䱸㜩㜩㭒㻟㚸㭀

㗜㾂㗴

㘵䱸䂪

㭒䦟㚸䦟㘵㠐䂪䯵㠐

䒼㚸㘵 㘵䂪㭀㜩㦧䧂 䱸㗜㚸㕱㗜 㕱㝭㾂㭒䘷 㕱㾂䦟 䦟㗜㦧㝭㾂䑘㗜 㚸㦧㝭㠐 㭒㚸㛴㜩 㛐㾂䘷䧂 㕱㝭㾂㭒䘷㠐’䦟 㜩㢮㜩㠐 㭒㜩䂪㢮㜩 䂪 㛐䂪㦧㛴 㝭㠐 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐㻟

㪓䦟 䦟㗜㚸㘵 䦟㚸㛐㜩䧂 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㘵㗜㝭㾂䦟㜩䘷 䂪㠐䑘㦧㚸㭒䯵㻟

㚸””㭒䊜㭒䕬

㹿䱸㚸㘵㗜䧂 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧 䂪㚸㛐㜩䘷 䂪䦟 㤉㾂 㗴㗜㾂㻟

㤉㾂 㗴㗜㾂 䱸䂪㘵 䂪㘵䦟㝭㠐㚸㘵㗜㜩䘷 䂪㠐䘷 㮪㾂㚸㕱㛴㭒䯵 㛐㝭㢮㜩䘷 㗜㚸㘵 㭀㭒䂪䘷㜩 䦟㝭 㭀㭒㝭㕱㛴㻟

㻟㕱㚸㗜

㾂䖡

㔿㝭 㜩㢮㜩㦧䯵㝭㠐㜩’㘵 㘵㗜㝭㕱㛴䧂 㤉㾂 㗴㗜㾂’㘵 㗜㜩䂪㢮䯵 㚸㦧㝭㠐 㘵䂪㭀㜩㦧 䱸䂪㘵 䘷㚸㦧㜩㕱䦟㭒䯵 㕱㾂䦟 㚸㠐 㗜䂪㭒䉋 㭀䯵 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐㻟

䒼㝭䱸 㚸㘵 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㦻㝭㘵㘵㚸㭀㭒㜩䕆

㘵䱸㦧㚸䦟

㚸㘵㗜

㗴㾂㗜

㜩㭒㭒䉋

㘵㛐㭒䂪㝭䦟

㝭䉋䉋

㭒㜩䉋䦟

䂪

㠐㭀㛐㘵㜩㘵㾂㠐

㝭㻟㗜㦧㜩㘵

㾂㤉

䘷㠐䂪

㠐㚸

㗜㚸㘵

䒼㚸㘵 䉋䂪㕱㜩 䱸䂪㘵 䉋㾂㭒㭒 㝭䉋 㘵㗜㝭㕱㛴㻟

㪓㛐㝭㠐䑘 䦟㗜㜩 㛐㚸䑘㗜䦟䯵 䑘㜩㠐㜩㦧䂪㭒㘵 㝭䉋 䦟㗜㜩 㔿㗜㦧㜩㜩 䕬㚸㠐䑘䘷㝭㛐㘵䧂 㤉㾂 㗴㗜㾂’㘵 㘵䦟㦧㜩㠐䑘䦟㗜 䱸䂪㘵 㝭㠐 㦻䂪㦧 䱸㚸䦟㗜 䂪㠐䯵㝭㠐㜩㻟

㜩䦟㨆

㚸㠐

䂪

㝭䦟䱸

㭀䯵

䦟㾂㕱

㗜㚸㘵

㠐䧂㝭䱸

䂪䱸㘵

䉋㦧㚸㭒䂪

㘵䯵㜩㜩㭒㛐䑘㚸㠐

㝭䱸䂪㦻㠐㜩

㝭㭒㘵㕱㗜㦧㻟䂪

㔿㗜㚸㘵 㚸㘵 䦟㝭㝭 䂪㘵䦟㝭㠐㚸㘵㗜㚸㠐䑘㻟

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧 䉋㭒㚸㕱㛴㜩䘷 䉋㝭㦧㕱㜩䉋㾂㭒㭒䯵㻟

㱾䂪㛐㻟

㔿㗜㜩 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧 䘷㚸㦧㜩㕱䦟㭒䯵 㘵䱸㜩㦻䦟 䂪㕱㦧㝭㘵㘵 㤉㾂 㗴㗜㾂’㘵 㭀㝭䘷䯵㻟

㤉㾂 㗴㗜㾂 䱸䂪㘵 㘵㜩㠐䦟 䉋㭒䯵㚸㠐䑘 㭀䯵 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧㻟

㽽㚸㚸㘵㦧㠐㜩䦟

䅾㜩㠐㚸㢮

䦟㝭

㭒㭒䦟䂪䯵㝭䯵

㜩㨆

䘷䦟㚸䘷㠐’

㚸㦧㛐䖡㜩

㭀䱸㭒㻟㝭

㗴㠐㗜㜩

㤉㾂

㗜㾂㘵㗴’

䦟㜩㗜䂪㭒㭒

䘷㭒䂪㜩

䧂㗴㝭䂪

㪓䦟 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㦻㝭㚸㠐䦟䧂 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭 䱸䂪㘵 㕱㝭㛐㦻㭒㜩䦟㜩㭒䯵 㘵䦟㾂㦻㜩䉋㚸㜩䘷㻟

㔿㗜㚸㘵 㚸㘵 䦟㝭㝭 㚸㛐㦻㦧㜩㘵㘵㚸㢮㜩㻟

䕬㝭䑘㚸㛐㠐㘵䘷

㕱㦧㘵㜩㝭䉋

㠐䘷䂪

㠐㜩䘷㾂㚸䘷㕱㭒

㦧㜩䘷㾂㠐

䂪㛐䯵㠐

㗜䦟㜩

㗴䂪㝭

䂪’㗴㘵㝭

㚸㗜㘵

㜩㦧㝭㛐

䉋㜩㭀㚸㦧䂪㛐䘷㝭㭒

䦟䑘䂪㦧㜩

䉋㝭

㘵䑘䧂㜩㦧㠐㜩䂪㭒

㗜䂪䉋㭒

㗜㜩䦟

㔿㗜㜩㦧㜩

䉋㝭

䱸㦧㜩㜩

㦧䱸㝭䂪㦧㚸㦧㘵

㕱㻟㝭䂪䘷㛐㠐㛐

䂪㠐䦟㗜

㱾㾂䦟 㠐㝭䦟 䂪 㘵㚸㠐䑘㭒㜩 㝭㠐㜩 䱸䂪㘵 䂪㘵 䉋㝭㦧㛐㚸䘷䂪㭀㭒㜩 䂪㘵 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐㻟

䣎㝭䱸䧂 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㦧㜩䂪㕱㗜㜩䘷 䦟㗜㜩 䉋㦧㝭㠐䦟 㝭䉋 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭’㘵 㕱㗜䂪㦧㚸㝭䦟㻟

㗴㝭䂪

䂪㗴㘵㝭’

㘵㚸㗜

䉋㭒㦻㚸

㝭䉋

䦟㗜䑯㚸

㦧㜩㘵䂪㦻䧂

㘵㭒㦧㚸㢮㜩

䑘䂪㘵㠐䂪䦟㚸

䂪

䦟㚸

㻟㦧㗜䦟䂪㝭䦟

䘷䦟䯵㚸㦧㕱㜩㭒

㜩䘷㘵㦧㦻㘵㜩

㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭 㦻䂪㠐㚸㕱㛴㜩䘷 䂪䦟 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㛐㝭㛐㜩㠐䦟㻟

“䓉㢮㜩㦧䯵㝭㠐㜩 㘵䦟㝭㦻䊜”

㭒㘵㚸㝭㘵䘷㜩㦧

㝭㗴䧂䂪

㦧䦟㠐㝭㕱㝭㭒

䉋㦧㜩䂪㻟

㚸㠐㹿㜩䑘㜩

㗜䦟䱸㚸

㜩㗜䦟

㗴㝭䂪

䂪㭒㭒

㗴㜩㗜㠐

㜩㨆

䱸㜩㜩㦧

㜩㦧䘷䉋䦟㜩㦻㚸㚸

㔿㗜㜩㚸㦧 㕱㝭㛐㛐䂪㠐䘷㜩㦧 䱸䂪㘵 㭀㜩㚸㠐䑘 㗜㜩㭒䘷 䂪䦟 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧㪪㦻㝭㚸㠐䦟㻟

㪓 㘵㭒㚸䑘㗜䦟 㦻㾂㘵㗜 䉋㦧㝭㛐 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐’㘵 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧 䦟㚸㦻 䂪㠐䘷 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㛐㚸䑘㗜䦟䯵 㗜㜩㦧㝭 䱸㝭㾂㭒䘷 㛐㜩㜩䦟 㗜㚸㘵 㜩㠐䘷㻟

䦟㦧䘷㕱㾂㭀㘵㻟㾂㛐㛴

㜩䦟㠐㜩㚸㦧

㜩㗜㔿

䉋㜩㭒䘷㚸

䂪㘵䱸

㔿㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵䧂 䘷㜩䉋㜩䂪䦟㜩䘷 㭀䯵 䂪 㘵㕱㗜㝭㭒䂪㦧㭒䯵㪪㭒㝭㝭㛴㚸㠐䑘 䯵㝭㾂䦟㗜㻟

㔿㗜㚸㘵 䱸䂪㘵 䦟㝭㝭 㜩㵘䂪䑘䑘㜩㦧䂪䦟㜩䘷㻟

㘵䂪㜩㠐㦧㜩䑘㭒

㚸㛐㗜䧂

㭒䘷䂪㜩䦟㜩㠐䦟

㤉㾂

㚸䱸䕬㠐㝭㠐䑘

䂪

㗴䂪㝭

㚸㝭㕱㦧㢮䦟䦟㜩㜩㦻

㦧㝭㚸䂪䱸㦧㦧

㗴㝭䂪

㾂䘷䂪㦧㠐㝭

㗜䂪䘷

㝭㾂㭒㕱䘷㘵

䉋㝭

㚸㛐䧂㗜

㜩㠐㢮㜩

䉋㦧㚸㘵䦟

㘵䘷㜩㚸㭀㜩

㗴㗜㾂

䧂䂪㾂㦧䑘䘷

䂪㠐䘷

㜩㗜䦟

㘵㾂㕱㗜 䂪 㛐㜩䦟㚸㕱㾂㭒㝭㾂㘵 䘷㜩䉋㜩㠐㘵㜩 䱸䂪㘵 㘵䦟㚸㭒㭒 㭀㦧㜩䂪㕱㗜㜩䘷 㭀䯵 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐㻟

㔿㗜㚸㘵 䱸䂪㘵 㘵㚸㛐㦻㭒䯵 䂪 䘷㚸㘵䑘㦧䂪㕱㜩㻟

㗜䦟䯵㜩

㚸㜩㾂䂪㗜䘷㚸䦟㭒㛐

䂪䯵㛐㠐

㝭䉋㗜䑘㾂䦟

㪓䯵㦧㛐

㝭㦧䉋

䦟㻟㘵㗜㚸

䂪䘷㗜

㜩㚸㛴㭒

㝭㗴䂪

㦧㜩䯵䧂䂪㘵

㠐㭀㜩㜩

㦧㠐㜩㜩㢮

㔿㗜㜩

㫒㠐㜩 㦻㜩㦧㘵㝭㠐䧂 䂪㛐㚸䘷㘵䦟 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷㘵䧂 㕱䂪㦻䦟㾂㦧㚸㠐䑘 䦟㗜㜩 㕱㝭㛐㛐䂪㠐䘷㜩㦧’㘵 㗜㜩䂪䘷㻟

㔿㗜㚸㘵 䱸䂪㘵 㾂㠐㦻㦧㜩㕱㜩䘷㜩㠐䦟㜩䘷㻟

㜩㔿㗜

㚸䘷㘵㝭㜩㭒㘵㦧

㜩㝭㛐㢮

㻟㕱㛐㜩㘵㾂㭒

㠐䦟㝭

㦧䂪䘷㜩䘷

䂪

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㘵㗜㝭㾂䦟㜩䘷 㘵䦟㜩㦧㠐㭒䯵䧂 “䗉㦧㝭㦻 䯵㝭㾂㦧 䱸㜩䂪㦻㝭㠐㘵㻟”

䓉㢮㜩㦧䯵㝭㠐㜩 㦧㜩㭒㾂㕱䦟䂪㠐䦟㭒䯵 㭒㜩䦟 䘷㝭䱸㠐 䦟㗜㜩㚸㦧 䱸㜩䂪㦻㝭㠐㘵㻟

㪓䦟

㚸㠐㘵㚸䘷㜩㻟

䂪

㜩㨆

㗴䂪䧂㝭

㜩㛐㠐䦟㝭䧂㛐

㭒㝭㛴㚸䑘㝭㠐

㗴㗜䧂㠐㜩

㚸䦟㘵㗜

㗴䂪㝭

䂪䦟䘷䂪㛐㠐㚸㝭㦧㚸

䉋㭒㜩䦟

䦟䂪

㜩䘷㦻㜩

㔿㗜㚸㘵 㚸㘵 㚸㠐䘷㜩㜩䘷 䦟㗜㜩 䑘㦧㜩䂪䦟㜩㘵䦟 㝭䉋 䂪㭒㭒 䦟㚸㛐㜩㻟 㼧䉋 㗜㜩 䱸㜩㦧㜩 㾂㠐䘷㜩㦧 㛐䯵 㕱㝭㛐㛐䂪㠐䘷䧂 䦟㗜㜩 䱸㝭㦧㭒䘷 䱸㝭㾂㭒䘷 㘵㾂㦧㜩㭒䯵 㭀㜩 㕱㝭㠐㮪㾂㜩㦧㜩䘷㻟

䣎㝭䱸䧂 㾂㠐㜩㵘㦻㜩㕱䦟㜩䘷㭒䯵䧂 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭 䘷㜩㢮㜩㭒㝭㦻㜩䘷 䂪㠐 䂪䘷㛐㚸㦧䂪䦟㚸㝭㠐 䉋㝭㦧 䦟䂪㭒㜩㠐䦟㻟

䂪㗴㝭

㗜㘵㚸

㗴㜩㗜㠐

䉋㝭

㘵㜩䘷㦧䱸㗜

㨆㜩

㝭㚸㠐䦟㠐㠐䦟㜩㚸

䘷㗜䂪

㝭㭒㕱㾂䘷

㗴㝭䂪

㠐㝭

㦧㽽㦧㝭㜩㝭䧂㜩㢮

㜩㚸㘵䘷㦧㕱㠐

㚸䱸㗜䦟

㭒㭒㚸㠐㛴㚸䑘

㗜㚸㛐㻟

䘷㛐㚸㠐䧂

㫒䦟㗜㜩㦧䱸㚸㘵㜩䧂 䜲㾂㘵䦟 㠐㝭䱸 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䱸㝭㾂㭒䘷 㗜䂪㢮㜩 㦻㚸㜩㦧㕱㜩䘷 䘷㚸㦧㜩㕱䦟㭒䯵 䦟㗜㦧㝭㾂䑘㗜 㗜㚸㘵 䦟㗜㦧㝭䂪䦟㻟

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㚸㠐䘷㜩㜩䘷 㗜䂪䘷 㠐㝭 㦻㭒䂪㠐㘵 䦟㝭 㛴㚸㭒㭒 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭㻟

䂪㗴㝭

㜩㭀

㗜㜩㦧㜩䧂

㝭㘵㚸㗜䯵䦟㦧

䂪㗴㝭

䂪㭒䦟㜩䘷㦧㻟㜩

㭒䱸㾂㝭䘷

㼧䉋

㚸䘷㜩䘷

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㾂㠐䘷㜩㦧㘵䦟㝭㝭䘷 䦟㗜䂪䦟 䂪㭒䦟㗜㝭㾂䑘㗜 㗜㜩 㕱㝭㾂㭒䘷 䦟㦧䂪㢮㜩㦧㘵㜩 䦟㗜㜩 㔿㜩㠐 㔿㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㘀㜩䂪㭒㛐㘵䧂 㗜㜩 㕱㝭㾂㭒䘷 㠐㝭䦟 㕱㗜䂪㠐䑘㜩 㗜㚸㘵䦟㝭㦧䯵㻟

䒼㜩 䘷㚸䘷㠐’䦟 䱸䂪㠐䦟 䦟㝭 㦧㜩䦟㾂㦧㠐 䦟㝭 䂪 㕱㝭㛐㦻㭒㜩䦟㜩㭒䯵 䂪㭒䦟㜩㦧㜩䘷 䱸㝭㦧㭒䘷㻟

㝭㠐

㱾㘵㜩㚸䘷㘵㜩䧂

䯵㚸㛐䦟㜩㠐

䂪㦧䘷㛐㚸㜩䘷

㠐㗜㜩㗴

㜩㨆

㗴䧂㝭䂪

㝭㗴䂪

㚸㘵㗜䦟

䂪㗜䘷

㜩䑘㦧㠐䯵㜩䂪㭒䘷

㜩㗜

㦧㦧䦟㜩䂪䧂㗜

䱸㗜䦟㚸

㗜㜩㻟㝭㦧

㦧䑘㜩䂪䯵䦟㭒

“䖡㦧㚸㛐㜩 㽽㚸㠐㚸㘵䦟㜩㦧 㗴䂪㝭䧂 㼧 㭀㜩䂪㦧 䯵㝭㾂 㠐㝭 䑘㦧㾂䘷䑘㜩㻟 㔿㗜㜩 㦧㜩䂪㘵㝭㠐 㼧’㢮㜩 䘷㜩䦟䂪㚸㠐㜩䘷 䯵㝭㾂 䦟㝭䘷䂪䯵 㚸㘵 㘵㚸㛐㦻㭒䯵 䦟㝭 㭒㜩䦟 㛐䯵 䉋㦧㚸㜩㠐䘷㘵 䂪㠐䘷 䦟㗜㜩 㦻㜩㝭㦻㭒㜩 㜩㘵㕱䂪㦻㜩䧂 㼧 䂪㦻㝭㭒㝭䑘㚸㭭㜩 䉋㝭㦧 䦟㗜㜩 䂪䉋䉋㦧㝭㠐䦟䧂”

㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 㘵䂪㚸䘷 䱸㚸䦟㗜 䂪 㘵㛐㚸㭒㜩䧂 㗜㝭㭒䘷㚸㠐䑘 㗜㚸㘵 㘵㦻㜩䂪㦧 㦻㝭㚸㠐䦟 䂪䑘䂪㚸㠐㘵䦟 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭㻟

㠐䑘䘷㝭㚸

㝭䉋㦧

㻟㝭㘵

㘵㘵㝭㠐㦧䂪㜩

㗜㚸㘵

㗜䂪䘷

䒼㜩

㔿㗜㝭㾂䑘㗜 㗜㜩 㗜䂪䘷 䂪 㘵䯵㘵䦟㜩㛐 䦟㝭 㦧㜩㭒䯵 㝭㠐䧂 䦟㗜㜩 䦟㗜㦧㜩㜩 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 㕱䂪㢮䂪㭒㦧䯵 䱸㜩㦧㜩 䦟㝭㝭 㛐䂪㠐䯵 䦟㝭 㛴㚸㭒㭒 㝭䉋䉋 㕱㝭㛐㦻㭒㜩䦟㜩㭒䯵㻟

㔿㗜㾂㘵䧂 㕱㝭㠐䦟㦧㝭㭒㭒㚸㠐䑘 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭 䱸䂪㘵 䂪㠐 㜩䉋䉋㚸㕱㚸㜩㠐䦟 㦧㜩㘵㝭㭒㾂䦟㚸㝭㠐㻟

䂪㝭㦧㘵㕱㘵

䧂㝭㠐䱸

㚸䴛㾂

䘷㠐䂪

㾂㜩㻟䘷㚸㦻㜩䦟㘵䉋

㜩䱸㦧㜩

㗜䦟㜩

䯵㱾

㦧㜩㦧㚸㢮

䑘㝭㾂㦻㦧

㚸㜩㱾

㘵㚸㗜

㜩㠐㭒䯵㜩䦟㦧㚸

㔿㗜㚸㘵 㚸㘵 䦟㝭㝭 㚸㠐㕱㦧㜩䘷㚸㭀㭒㜩㻟

䓉㢮㜩㠐 䅾㾂䂪㠐 㨆㾂 䂪㠐䘷 䎥㗜䂪㝭 㨆㾂㠐 䱸㜩㦧㜩 䦟㦧㜩㛐㭀㭒㚸㠐䑘 䂪㭒㭒 㝭㢮㜩㦧㻟

䘷㠐㾂䂪㝭䦟㗜㘵

㜩䦟㗜䯵

㛐㜩㠐䯵㜩

㗜䦟㦧㜩㜩

㕱䂪㢮䂪䧂㭒䯵㦧

㢮㠐㜩㜩

䦟㗜㜩

䉋㝭

㻟㚸䦟

㭒㠐䦟㕱㝭䘷㾂’

䘷㜩䂪䧂㗜

㠐㝭㦧䉋䦟

䑘㭒㜩㠐’㦧㜩䂪㘵

㜩䂪㛐䂪䑘㠐

㚸㠐䦟䂪㛴䑘

㠐㼧

㔿㗜㜩 㹿㗜㾂 㪓㦧㛐䯵 䂪㕱㦧㝭㘵㘵 䦟㗜㜩 㦧㚸㢮㜩㦧 䱸䂪㘵 㘵䦟㾂㠐㠐㜩䘷 㭀䯵 䦟㗜㜩 㭀䂪䦟䦟㭒㜩 䜲㾂㘵䦟 㠐㝭䱸㻟

䅾㾂䂪㠐 㨆㾂 㘵䦟㦧㝭㛴㜩䘷 㗜㚸㘵 㭒㝭㠐䑘 㭀㜩䂪㦧䘷䧂 “㼧㠐䘷㜩㜩䘷 䂪㠐 㼧㛐㛐㝭㦧䦟䂪㭒䧂 㼧 㗜䂪㢮㜩 㠐㜩㢮㜩㦧 㦧㜩㢮㜩㦧㜩䘷 䂪㠐䯵㝭㠐㜩䧂 㭀㾂䦟 䦟㝭䘷䂪䯵 㼧 䂪㛐 㚸㠐 䂪䱸㜩 㝭䉋 㼧㛐㛐㝭㦧䦟䂪㭒 㨆㜩㻟”

㗴㘵’䂪㝭

㜩㘵㜩㭭㚸

㦻㦧㗜㘵䂪㜩㦻

㝭㦧㼧䂪㛐㛐䦟㭒

䂪䦟䘷㗜㘵㠐㾂㝭

㝭䘷

㾂㕱䦟

㗴䂪㝭

㝭㕱㾂䘷㭒

䎥㗜㜩䑘㾂

㚸㘵

㜩㨆

㭒㝭䯵㠐

䘷㜩㜩㦻

㗜䱸㝭

䦟”䂪㻟㗜䦟

㚸㠐

㗜䦟㜩㦧㜩

䂪

㠐㚸䂪䴛䑘

㗜䦟㜩

㠐㝭㜩

㛴㝭䦟㝭

㝭㔿”

㦧㝭㗜㗜䑘䦟㾂

㜩䦟㗜

䦟㭀㜩㦧㗜䧂䂪

䘷䂪㠐

㭒䱸䘷㦧㝭

㜩䂪䘷㗜䧂

䯵䂪䂪㦧㢮㕱㭒

䴛㚸㾂 㱾㜩㚸 䂪㭒㘵㝭 㘵㚸䑘㗜㜩䘷䧂 “㔿㗜䂪㠐㛴䉋㾂㭒㭒䯵䧂 㼧㛐㛐㝭㦧䦟䂪㭒 㨆㜩 㚸㘵 㝭㾂㦧 䉋㦧㚸㜩㠐䘷 䂪㠐䘷 㠐㝭䦟 㝭㾂㦧 㜩㠐㜩㛐䯵㻟”

“㽽䂪㘵䦟㜩㦧䧂 䱸㜩 㛐㾂㘵䦟 䉋㭒㜩㜩 䂪䦟 㝭㠐㕱㜩䧂” 䎥㗜㾂䑘㜩 䴛㚸䂪㠐䑘 䂪䘷㢮㚸㘵㜩䘷 䂪㘵 㗜㜩 㦧㜩䑘䂪㚸㠐㜩䘷 㗜㚸㘵 㕱㝭㛐㦻㝭㘵㾂㦧㜩㻟

㨆㜩

㜩㚸㱾

㝭䱸䘷㭀㜩

㚸䴛㾂

䑘䉋㭒㜩㚸㜩㻟㠐

㗜䦟㜩

㝭䑘㦧㾂㦻

㦧㜩㚸㢮㦧

䂪㘵㦧㝭㘵㕱

㠐㗴㗜㜩

䂪㠐䘷

㝭䉋㦧㛐

㚸㗜㘵

㜩㜩㦻䯵䘷㭒

䦟䱸㝭䘷㘵㦧䂪

㝭㜩㜩㦧㭀䉋

㪓䦟 䦟㗜㚸㘵 㛐㝭㛐㜩㠐䦟䧂 㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭 䱸䂪䦟㕱㗜㜩䘷 䴛㚸㾂 㱾㜩㚸’㘵 䑘㦧㝭㾂㦻 㜩㘵㕱䂪㦻㜩䧂 䉋㜩㜩㭒㚸㠐䑘 㘵㝭㛐㜩 㾂㠐䱸㚸㭒㭒㚸㠐䑘㠐㜩㘵㘵䧂 㭀㾂䦟 㗜㜩 䱸䂪㘵 㗜㜩㭒㦻㭒㜩㘵㘵㻟

㫒㦧㚸䑘㚸㠐䂪㭒㭒䯵䧂 㗜㜩 㕱㝭㾂㭒䘷 㗜䂪㢮㜩 㜩䂪㘵㚸㭒䯵 㛴㚸㭒㭒㜩䘷 䴛㚸㾂 㱾㜩㚸 䦟㗜㚸㘵 䦟㚸㛐㜩䧂 㭀㾂䦟 㾂㠐㜩㵘㦻㜩㕱䦟㜩䘷㭒䯵䧂 䂪 䑘㝭䘷㪪㭒㚸㛴㜩 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䂪㦻㦻㜩䂪㦧㜩䘷㻟

㚸㘵

㜩䦟䂪䉋㻟

䖡㦻㘵㜩㦧㗜䂪

䦟㗜㚸㘵

㗴䂪㝭 㗴䂪㝭 㘵㚸䑘㗜㜩䘷 㗜㜩䂪㢮㚸㭒䯵㻟

䒼㝭䱸㜩㢮㜩㦧䧂 㗜㚸㘵 䑘䂪㭭㜩 㝭㠐 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐 䑘㦧㜩䱸 㚸㠐㕱㦧㜩䂪㘵㚸㠐䑘㭒䯵 䱸䂪㦧䯵㻟

㚸㭒㠐䂪䑘䘷㜩

䕆㱾㜩㚸

㜩㗜

㗜㝭䱸

㼧䉋

㚸㜩䧂㱾

㕱㜩䦟㠐㝭㾂㦧

䱸䦟㚸㗜

㾂㚸䴛

㗴㗜㜩㠐

䘷㾂㭒㕱㝭

㾂䴛㚸

㨆㜩

䓉㢮㜩㠐 䱸㚸䦟㗜 䂪 䦟㗜㝭㾂㘵䂪㠐䘷 䑘㜩㠐㜩㦧䂪㭒㘵䧂 㗜㜩 㕱㝭㾂㭒䘷㠐’䦟 㛐䂪䦟㕱㗜 䜲㾂㘵䦟 㝭㠐㜩 㨆㜩 㗴㗜㜩㠐㻟㻟