An hour before Zhang Tie's blood and fire canopy erupted, everything slid into the icy track according to the established cruel trajectory, and in such a desperate situation, everyone struggled with all their might.
Sharpa clutched the short knife in his hand, and followed the pioneer who had brought him here with him to the battlefield above the ruins with stiff and nervous steps.
The handle of the short knife was wrapped in a thick strip of cloth, and at this moment, the strip of cloth had been completely soaked with sweat overflowing from the palm of Sharpa's hand, and it felt a little slippery when pinched on his hand.
Before going to the battlefield, Sharpa drank a full water, which was the last drinking water he carried, and when he drank it, it was gone.
Since the passage out of this ruin completely collapsed a week ago in a terrifying shaking of the earth, all the pioneers have been plunged into terror and despair.
Sharpa, who is only eighteen years old this year, is a young pioneer, like so many of the clichés that circulate among the pioneers, because his father was a pioneer, so he is also a pioneer, he does not know who his mother is, and since he was sensible, he has joined the ranks of the pioneers with his father, and lived a wandering life.
His father died two years ago, and his greatest wish for Sharpa before his death was to let Sharba settle down and go to a human city, find a job where he could make ends meet, and then find a woman to live well Until a week ago, he didn't understand why his father expected such an expectation of him, and only then did he understand, but it was no longer possible, because Sharpa knew that he was going to die, and even if he lived today, he would die.
Despair has been spreading among the pioneers for a week, and this ruin and ruins are like a cage in the dark, more like a tomb that has not seen the light of day, and all the pioneers are to be buried here.
Facing the army of the powerful and well-trained tribal alliance, after just two days of confusion, all the pioneers knew that this was the grave of the pioneers, and that no pioneer would leave here alive The despair of the abyss suffocated the pioneers, and in this suffocation burst out the final madness.
A week ago, none of the Frontiers could have imagined what it would be like to confront the Clan Alliance's forces, but now, the Pioneers not only confronted the Clan Alliance's troops, but they had also won a small victory two days earlier by attacking two water sources seized by the Clan Alliance's forces.
A rough and powerful hand landed on Shalpa's shoulder and patted it gently.
"Sharba, follow me later, don't be nervous, everyone will be relieved after today" It was Uncle Milan who spoke, the leader of their small group of pioneers, a pioneer in his fifties, that is, in these few days, Uncle Milan's lips cracked because of thirst, the look in his eyes disappeared, and the whole person was full of despair and despair.
"Are we going to die?"
asked a hoarse voice, a companion in the small team, two years older than Sharpa.
Uncle Milan smiled helplessly and weakly, "In the legend of the pioneers, such a ruin is a cursed land, before the cataclysm, countless creatures and blood were devoured here, and when the pioneers came, it will be devoured again, and those who come here disturb the purity of the undead here, so everyone must use their lives to accompany the undead here."
"I don't want to die," someone sobbed softly.
"Don't be afraid, everyone is with you, it's fine for a while, it's okay for a while, if we win, we can hold on for a few more days" Uncle Milan's comfort is not so much a consolation as an aria that sees no hope.
The pioneers walked to the battlefield in groups, no one was in formation, everyone just relied on instinct, followed the people they knew, followed their leaders, and walked silently towards the place where they ran to death.
If it drags on for a few more days, the pioneers will have no power to fight back, so whether they are dead or alive, today is the time when they must be broken, and it may be better to die happily on the battlefield than to be starved to death by thirst and hunger later.
"This is a battle without any sense of honor and without hope" In a certain place in the ruins far from the battlefield, looking at the formation of tens of thousands of pioneers like moths from the army of the Tribal Alliance, Roslav sighed, "The armies on both sides are full of death, there is no morale at all, there will be no winners in such a battle, everyone is killing people to survive, I don't want to participate in such a battle" "It's a pity" Wajid also sighed, turned his head and glanced in the direction of the large camp of the alliance more than ten miles away, and shook his head, "Originally, I thought that person might be the person we were looking for, but I didn't expect it" "The pressure of imminent death and despair is not something that every seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man can bear, and how many geniuses can't grow up in the end, because they can't withstand the huge pressure, not to mention a teenager, even in the tribal alliance, aren't there some warriors who can't withstand such pressure and go insane?"
"Maybe we have too many unrealistic hopes for him, that's why it feels so hard to accept at the moment" "Let's hope he survives" "No matter what, no matter what the others are, we must take these warriors of the Giant Bear Tribe who follow us intact, their lives, their mission, belong to our king, they should not die here worthlessly" Wajid glanced back at the group of warriors of the Giant Bear Tribe standing behind him.
Roslav nodded solemnly.
"Pass my order, this time the supplies and booty captured by each warrior of the tribal alliance participating in the battle do not need to be handed over" Gangura's cold voice sounded in the big tent of the Chinese army of the tribal alliance.
There were other chieftains and nobles of the other tribes in the tent, and Gangura's order made the dull atmosphere in the tent a little more lively, and many people ran out to convey this latest order to the warriors of their respective tribes.
Before the battle began, Gangura saw the Bear Explosion Hammer standing in the big tent, and suddenly thought of Zhang Tie, and thought of Zhang Tie's heroic posture wielding the terrifying war hammer, so he asked, "What about Peter, what are you doing now?"
"He's still sitting in that little building in the ruins," said Nurdo in a non-salty voice.
"Oh" Gangura glanced at Sabrina, who was sitting next to him with a calm face, and Aurora, who was wearing a mask and clenched her fists when she heard this question, and smiled on her face, "Forget it, remember to send him something after the victory, and find a doctor to check on him, don't let him really starve to death, anyway, he can be considered our guest now." ” Hearing Gangura say this, several leaders of the small and medium-sized tribes who were anxious to pat Gangura on the back let out a dry laugh in the tent, as if Gangura had told a nice joke.
Aurora snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the tent.
"What are you laughing at" Gangura's gaze turned to the guys who were laughing dryly, and asked coldly, her eyes faintly becoming a little scarlet, and the guys suddenly stopped laughing like chickens stuck in their necks.
Farther away from the battlefield, near the camp of the Clan Alliance, the tension of the impending battle in the distance did not affect this place at all, if this ruins and ruins were a huge tomb at the moment, then this place was a tomb within a tomb.
This is the wounded barracks of the Horde Alliance, a place that is even more desperate in the here and now.
I don't know how long I slept, but Maxim woke up in a daze, struggled to get up from the humble bunk, resisted the hunger that burned his throat, and found his notepad and pen in a simple bag with him.
As an inconspicuous logistics clerk in a small tribe of the Tribal Alliance, he had been wounded three days earlier in the operation of the Tribal Alliance, and then, like many wounded soldiers, had been sent here to die after a brief treatment.
It was indeed waiting for death, because all the people who came here, all the supplies were cut by two-thirds at once.
Got the notebook and pen, Maxim's heart suddenly felt like a sustenance, decades of professional habits, has made certain behaviors into his instinct and joy of life, as long as the notebook and pen in the hand, as long as you can record things, Maxim is like a snail with a shell on his back, and has a sense of safety and steadfastness.
Maxim struggled to move his body, and finally found a gray corner in the fenced courtyard that was closer to the fluorite lamp, and was about to record something in his notebook, when a sneer came from the side.
A half-lying warrior of the Tribal Alliance, though already weak, couldn't help but laugh at the fact that Maxim was still insisting on taking that damn note at this time.
"It's all at this time, clerk, you are really diligent, are you writing a suicide note, you have this bit of effort, it is better to go and see if the Schell next to you is still alive, if Schell is not good, hurry up and call someone to help, if the dead don't hurry away, the living here won't last much time" Seeing a bunch of wounded fighters who could not move and suddenly turned their heads to look at him, Maxim, who had a mild-tempered temper, put down his notebook, struggled to get up from the ground again, and came to a wounded man lying on the ground not far from him, and carefully checked the situation.
Scheer's lips were already dry as if they had been smeared with a layer of batter, but they were still trembling slightly, and Maxim leaned down and put his ear to Shel's lips, only a faint word could be heard.
"Water Water" There is a military water tank in the courtyard, but the sink is dry enough to blow dust, and there is a huge mediocre-looking tin open water bottle next to it, which is a worthless goods dug out of the ruins by the pioneers, and it was also thrown here for a bunch of wounded soldiers, and Maxim, who struggled to the edge of the tank, picked up the water bottle with a little difficulty, turned the water bottle upside down, and after a few seconds, the bottle mouth condensed a small half of a drop of water, and the water droplet was stuck in the mouth of the bottle, but he didn't want to fall down.
"Schell wants water, but there's no water here" Everyone fell silent, and the air of despair and helplessness spread again from the sink and water bottle without a drop of water, and even the wounded soldier who had made a sarcastic remark about Maxim lowered his gaze Putting down the bottle in a dejected manner, Maxim didn't say anything, but struggled back to the corner, sat on the ground, opened the notebook, held the pen for a long time, didn't know what to write, and in the end, he left only a paragraph on the paper.
On October 7, 890 in the Black Iron Calendar, the shadow of death hung over the wounded barracks, this was the fifth day of the beginning of the lack of water, I don't know how many days I can live, whether I am injured or not, whether I am in the wounded barracks, everyone here does not know how many days they can live, in this place where you can only see a little light through the fluorite lamp, everyone is now, breathing, is despair and fear of death I know that I am not religious enough, and I don't have any faith, but at this moment, I pray with all my might, if there is really a God in the world, then, please God to save the people trapped here by despair and fear, so that we humble and ordinary people can see the manifestation of God and bathe in the glory of God, and may the fear of God for us mortals make us no longer humble and fearful.
The sound of war drums in the distance interrupted Maxim's thoughts, and he stopped his pen and looked up into the distance, knowing that there would be many deaths today, and that this wounded barracks, which had been a little empty until now, might become a crowded bazaar of flesh and blood tomorrow Half an hour later The war drums and shouts on the battlefield where the tribal alliance and the pioneers fought were fierce, and the pioneers who had the heart of death burst out with great potential at this moment, and the army of the tribal alliance was inseparable, and the battlefield of tens of thousands of people was cut into pieces by the terrain of the ruins, and turned into hundreds of battlefields of all sizes Outside the battlefield, Roslav of the Ice Bear Tribe, who had been observing the situation on the battlefield, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the camp of the Tribal Alliance, and then Roslav froze.
Just a few kilometers away, a huge strange totem-like thing like a totem of battle qi slowly appeared on the horizon, and it was getting higher and higher, and in this dark underground, it was as dazzling as the sun, illuminating half of the sky blood-red.
"What's that" Wajid, who found himself behind him with a huge red light, turned his head and was stunned for a moment.
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After the appearance of the red light that seemed to illuminate the entire space and the burning blood-colored canopy, even the people on the battlefield who were fighting fiercely noticed it, and in the face of such a strange and unheard of scene, everyone was stunned and did not know what was happening Gangura, who heard the announcement, walked out of the tent and looked at the camp with surprise in her eyes The leaders of the small and medium-sized tribes looked at this vision in the direction of their base camp, and they also grew their mouths one by one, not knowing what was happening Aurora turned his head and looked at the place where the canopy of blood and fire was raised, it seemed to be the place where Peter was, and at this time, Aurora didn't even care about anything else, his body moved, and he rushed towards it all at once.
"That seems to be Peter's place," Sabrina said as if to herself, and Gangura's brow jumped Impressions of this unbelievably strange scene, the shouts and killings on the battlefield slowly subsided, and the soldiers and pioneers who had left the battlefield turned around one by one and looked at the strange scene in the distance.
"Maxim, what's going on, is there a fire outside?"
"Ah, this fire is too big" "No, there's no wood stacked in the big place, what can burn so strongly" The wounded soldiers, who couldn't move their bodies, lay on the ground, looking at the sky-high fire that seemed to be leaking from the direction of the camp next to them, and asked with some anxiety.
The wounded soldiers, who were still able to move, struggled to come over to see what was going on.
Maxim looked at the figure bathed in the firelight in the distance at this moment, he had already lost his ability to think, he knew what the battle qi totem looked like, but the scene in front of him could not connect him with the battle qi totem at all, it was even more like, like a sun rising from his side.
Just in Maxim's shock, the figure walked slowly towards the wounded barracks, and every step was filled with the smell of sacredness, making Maxim's heart beat wildly Ask for a monthly pass in the last few hours: