Chapter 100: august 97 sky light
august 97 sky light
We ran for a long, long time until it was completely dark and everyone was so exhausted that they dared to stop and rest.
As the so-called "Truth in Adversity", the behavior of the soldiers in the previous danger to cover our retreat won me a great favor. I didn't expect them to protect us so dutifully. They obviously confiscated a gold coin from us.
The Night Raven knights arrived late, and left in a hurry after listening to the soldiers' directions, leaving the ten of us to rest in the wilderness.
It's finally safe now.
"We're really lucky," said the young Cyrenthian soldier who had taken the lead in covering our retreat. "The werewolves we call the 'Blood Claws' have hundreds of lives on their hands, and every time they can survive from night to night. The Raven Knights escaped from their fingers, and if they came after them, the three of us would not be able to resist them.” The
soldiers were very melancholy, they said that the werewolf who controlled the burrowers was almost impossible to track, the Night Raven Knights Even if they were in the past, it was useless, and now the troops lacked the means to contain the burrowers.
I think the few werewolves shouldn't be able to escape tonight. Their burrowers have been dissected by me. I heard from the soldiers that burrowers are also very rare. There is a high probability that the werewolves do not have a second one, so they will never try to hide. Open the search for the Knights of the Night Raven.
We were all exhausted. After lighting the bonfire and eating, we hurried to sleep. Sister Ana and Afu were dazed. They were also sad that they did not protect us during the day, but just ran away with us. I held two The big dog reassured them. I ordered them not to rush up. No one knows whether the werewolf epidemic will affect the Timberwolves. I can't take the risk.
Wang Jierui was also tossing so hard. After eating something, he fell asleep in my arms. I also took the time to take turns resting with the soldiers.
I slept for about two and a half hours this night. When I woke up, the wilderness was white and silver. The giant moon guards swayed their light on the sky, and the soldiers lifted the masks on their helmets. In the moonlight, I could see to their thin, almost unrecognizable eyes.
I used to call them "Herencias", and to be honest, after seeing their faces I didn't think they were human like me, they were almost a different kind of creature.
When wearing the mask during the day, I only thought their mouths full of fangs were a little scary, but I didn't find anything special about their noses. Now I can see clearly by the moonlight, their noses are like pig noses or bats The nose turned upwards, matched with the slanted slit-like eyes, the whole face was like a bat magnified many times.
Adjectives like "ugly" are no longer enough to describe their appearance, they are monsters.
However, I have to say that the mud-legged people in the same village are really big-hearted. They were not intimidated by the appearance of the three soldiers, and they still communicated foolishly with the three "Batmen" who spoke in a bad script.
Even my Wang Jerry is not afraid of these guys, but it makes me feel embarrassed. They have dutifully escorted us for so long, but I judge people by their appearance.
A few of us ate dinner by the campfire, and three soldiers from Helencia, who didn't like firelight, sat in the distance. They ate herbivores they had caught in the wilderness, about the size of a deer, and they split a piece of it. Legs come over and let's bake them.
They really eat raw meat, but they eat it very gently. The raw meat with blood is cut into regular slices and placed on a long plate. There is a savage elegance.
Their water sacs are filled with the blood of the prey, and they are sprinkled with special powder to prevent the blood from coagulating. When they gulped down their throats, it reminded me of vampires. The more I looked at them, the more they looked like "vampires", although they were not afraid Sunshine, and most likely will not be afraid of garlic and crosses.
In the second half of the night, we continued on our way and passed an abandoned deserted village. This village seemed to be larger than Luhe Village, and it had been completely abandoned. The few weak werewolves hidden in it were cut down by the soldiers with double knives. Let's find firewood and burn them together.
Werewolves are undoubtedly a disaster for the inhabitants of this land. The soldiers said that they have seen too many such deserted villages. It will also take at least a few decades for the place to slowly repopulate.
We kept walking forward, and walked for a whole day and night. When our feet were about to be abolished, we saw the outpost on the horizon. In my mind, the solemn and magnificent frontline outpost was just a small hill surrounded by There are six or seven stone houses surrounded by wooden fences. Leather tents like mushrooms are set up around the wooden fences. Not far from the tents, there are some tall and short racks, many of which are squatted with dark large tents. Crows, they sleep peacefully during the day.
Seeing this "frontline camp" that is less than half the size of Luhe Village, I couldn't help but be disappointed.
After being interrogated, we successfully entered the camp. The two sturdy forest wolves attracted the attention of many soldiers. In broad daylight, all the soldiers in this camp wore masks. There was no doubt that they were all monsters from Helencia. .
Sorry, I know I shouldn't call them monsters, but their looks fit everything I think of monsters perfectly.
The soldiers told the officers about our situation, and the officers in the camp allowed us to take a break in the camp. They said that it would take at least one day to three days, and the team of transporting baggage would arrive at the outpost, and then we could follow the logistics force. Retreat to a safe area together.
After the three soldiers escorted us back, they were called to the front again before they had time to rest, and we didn't even have time to thank them.
After dark that night, we also saw the female Night Crow Knight who helped us before. She and her companions were injured in the pursuit of "Blood Claws" and were temporarily recuperating.
"You're lucky, everyone got here safely." She came to look at us with her arms crossed, the odd device wrapped around her shoulders, and it sounded like an iron box full of liquid, some kind of medical device I guess.
"Thanks to your people for escorting us." I asked her if she was seriously injured, she smiled and said something trivial, she is used to it, and her term has expired, and she will soon leave the frontline battlefield.
Werewolf bites and scratches are not incurable in the Helenian army, although this treatment will cost expensive drugs and cause the wounded to suffer horribly, but it saves life without amputation, there is nothing to complain about .
You know, ordinary soldiers have only one option for amputation, and not everyone is eligible to wear this metal box on their injured back.
I had a guilty conscience, and I didn’t dare to take out my camera along the way because of the thought that I shouldn’t spy on other people’s military secrets, but Julie, the photographer from our village, was fearless and took pictures all the way with a small box, even at other people’s post. There was a lot of clapping in the station, and I couldn't help but sweat for her.
Julie is like a war correspondent. Every day, she wipes her beloved dinner guy clean, wraps it in a plastic bag before putting it in her camera bag, and packs the film in a better way than I do. Be more attentive.
Tonight is the end of the month. After the quaint stone gate was opened, everything was frozen in time. I looked around the simple camp of the Cylenians, and crossed the stone gate with the film I took with Julie.
The stone gate was closed, and time resumed its flow again. I first changed my clothes.
The clothes we wear when we go out of the village are all modified and conform to local characteristics. Although the material is stronger, the shape is not exaggerated. It is definitely impossible to wear it in this world.
I ran to the bathroom to take a shower, and first reported to my parents that they were safe. My parents heard that I ran out of Shanghe Village with my son to death, and they scolded me again, saying that I was too busy, so I should listen to them If so, stay in Shanghe Village obediently for ten or eight years, wait for the disasters outside to subside, and then come out of the mountain, and regard Shanghe Village as a "Peach Blossom Spring".
I said that I have my own measure. After all, although I have encountered danger along the way, everything is under my control, and it can be regarded as a near miss.
I really need to go out and have a look. At least before, I never knew that there was a Helencia outpost thousands of miles away from Luhe Village. What is the situation of this war? In this way, I have no idea how many people are involved, I am too ignorant, this is wrong.
"Cough! You kid, you always don't listen to people!" My mother sighed and told me to get out of the way to take pictures. She was anxious to see it.
This time I brought back a lot of film, especially the ones shot by Julie, which is more than three times as much as mine, and she cherishes film very much, every photo has been carefully thought out, and the subject to be shot is very clear, never like I was in a good mood and took two pictures at will, but when I look back, I can't even remember what I wanted to record.
Julie's photo is different from mine, mine is more delicate.
For example, I will take pictures of strange little bugs that I have never seen before, I will take pictures of mountains and lakes at dusk, I will also take pictures of myself and Wang Jerry's life, and the smiles of the villagers.
In Julie's photos, the world has a raw and wild beauty. I don't pay attention to many things, but she is more sensitive than me. She doesn't let others look at the camera when she takes pictures, she just silently Find a good angle to record the light and shadow of that moment. I saw the scene of our group standing on the hill overlooking the abandoned village. Everyone looked serious, and so did I. The emotion of grief and anger almost overflowed the photo. , which is an emotion that I won't see in my photos.
In Julie's photo, the villagers are carrying stones. I hold my hands in the air with my back to the camera, and hundreds of pounds of stones are floating in front of me, like a crappy magician.
In Julie's photo, the villagers are bustlingly eating lunch in the dining hall. The bright and clean dining hall and the men, women and children who are casually matched with various clothes form a wonderful contrast.
I rarely take pictures of such "unbeautiful" scenes, because in my subconscious I just want to record the beauty and simplicity of this village, I want to show it to my parents, those vulgar and ugly places don't need to be recorded down.
Julie is different. For example, she will take pictures of the toilets in the village and the ugly appearance of the villagers squatting in the pits. If I kill me, I will not take such pictures.
Julie also took a photo of the bathroom of the villager's house. In the photo, her husband's younger brother was standing naked under the shower, wiping the water droplets from his face with one hand, while grinning at the camera while baring his teeth. To be honest, this shot is very clean, and there is no sex. The furnishings in the bathroom and the current life of the villagers have been faithfully recorded, but considering Julie's husband who is ten years older than her, and the "brother-in-law" who is one year younger than her in the camera is impolite The big guy, I will inevitably have a headache again in this village's chaotic relationship between men and women.
Etiquette education has a long way to go.
Julie really took a lot of pictures I wouldn't have taken.
There are photos of me performing operations on people in the village. The handsome, cold-skinned, barefoot doctor wears a mask and goggles, and on a chopping board illuminated by six or seven large light bulbs, he cuts a man in stone shackles without anesthesia. The off-white tones and the blood on my clothes and gloves made me more of a butcher than a doctor.
In fact, the operation in the camera is not so scary at all, but it is to clean up the infected wound and then sew it up. The patient struggled a few times and the blood was everywhere. In fact, the operation was very successful. After half a month of recuperation, the person has already Can go to the ground, successfully saved a life.
Julie took a picture of the animal pen in the village. In her photo, the children holding the beast cubs are like a group of uneducated little savages. They are standing or sitting or sitting. If it is me, I will let the children all look at each other. The camera, will take care of those little guys their disheveled hair, at least look cute.
I really like this photo of the one-eyed boy in the sun in his mother's arms. His mother sewed an eye patch for him, the child's soft hair was scattered on his forehead, and the shy and curious expression was really contagious.
I took out one of the boy's eyes for him. He is almost the same age as my son. My son used to eat his mother's milk to survive, but I never dared to talk to the mother and son, because There is always a sense of guilt in my heart, if I hadn't left Luhe Village, her husband would not have died, and her son would not have lost an eye.
I can't explain this emotion. I know in my heart that I don't have to be responsible for anyone, but I can't do it. When I see him, the thought that involuntarily seeps out of my heart makes me unable to calm down.
Of course I also took a lot of pictures.
My photos are civilized, retouched and selected, all my photos bear my own distinct personal imprint, I am the squeamish young master, others are my servants, this is in every photo of mine I didn't realize it before, but it was very obvious after comparing it with Julie's photos.
I subconsciously wanted to hide some pictures, but I gave up, I gave them all to my mother, I don't have to hide, this is our real life.
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