Chapter 36 Miracle (1)
One hour before Zhang Tie's bloody sky erupted, everything slid to the cold track according to the established cruel track. In such a desperate situation, everyone struggled with all their strength.
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Sharba tightly held the dagger in his hand, and followed the pioneers who brought him here with stiff and tense steps to the battlefield above the ruins.
The handle of the dagger was wrapped with a thick strip of cloth. At this moment, the strip of cloth was completely soaked by the sweat overflowing from Sabah's palm, and it felt a little slippery when pinched in his hand.
Before going to the battlefield, Sharpa drank a full amount of water. The water was the last drinking water he carried on his body. After drinking it, it was gone.
Since a week ago, when the passage leaving this ruins completely collapsed in a terrifying earthquake, all the pioneers have fallen into terror and despair.
Salpa is only eighteen years old this year, and he is a young pioneer. Just like so many old stories about pioneers, because his father was a pioneer, he is also a pioneer. He didn't know who his mother was. Since he was sensible, he joined the ranks of pioneers with his father and lived a wandering life.
His father passed away two years ago. Before he passed away, his greatest wish for Sabah was to let Sabah settle down—go to a human city, find a job that can make a living, and then find a woman, and have a good time. Life……
Until a week ago, he didn't understand why his father had such expectations for him, until now, he didn't understand, but it was impossible, because Sabah knew that he was going to die, even if he could live After today, he will die too.
Desperation spread among the pioneers. It has been spreading for a week, and the ruins and relics are like a cage in the dark, more like a tomb that sees no light, and all the pioneers are going to be buried here.
Facing the powerful and well-trained army of the tribal alliance, after just two days of confusion, all the pioneers knew. Here is the grave of the pioneers, and no pioneer will be able to leave here alive...
The abyss-like despair made the pioneers feel suffocated, and in this suffocation, the final madness burst out.
A week ago, no pioneer could imagine what it would be like to face the army of the tribal alliance, but now. The pioneers not only confronted the army of the tribal alliance, but also attacked two water sources occupied by the army of the tribal alliance two days ago, and won a small victory.
A rough, strong hand landed on Sharpa's shoulder,
Pat lightly.
"Sarba, 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, was in just a few days. Uncle Milan's lips were cracked due to thirst, and the look in his eyes disappeared. The whole person is full of despair and decadence.
"Are we...are we going to die?" asked a hoarse voice, a fellow member of 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 place. Before the catastrophe, countless creatures and blood were swallowed here. When the pioneers came, it would swallow it again. Those who came here People. Disturbed the cleanliness of the undead here, so everyone must use their lives to be with the undead here..."
"I...I don't want to die..." Someone sobbed softly.
"Don't be afraid, everyone is with you. It will be fine in a while. It will be fine in a while. If we win, we can last for a few more days..." Uncle Milan's consolation is not so much consolation as it is unsightly to any hopeful aria.
The pioneers went to the battlefield in groups, and no one was in formation. Everyone just relied on instinct, followed the people they knew, followed their leader, and walked silently to the place where they were heading to death.
If it is delayed for a few more days, the pioneers will be even more powerless to fight back. Therefore, whether it is death or life, today is the time to end. It may be better to die happily on the battlefield than to be thirsty and starve to death later.
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"This is a battle without any sense of honor and without hope!" In a place far away from the ruins of the battlefield, watching tens of thousands of pioneers marching one by one away from the tribal alliance army. Kilometers away, the fronts gathered like moths to a flame, Roslav sighed, "The armies on both sides are full of death, without any morale at all, there will be no winners in such a battle, everyone They are all 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 at the camp of the Tribal Alliance more than ten miles away, and shook his head, "I thought that person might be the one we were looking for. Human, I didn't expect..."
"The imminent death and the pressure of despair are not something that every seventeen or eighteen-year-old can bear. How many geniuses can't grow up in the end because they can't bear the huge pressure. Not to mention a teenager, even in the tribal alliance Among them, aren't there some fighters who became insane because they couldn't bear such pressure?"
"Maybe we have too many unrealistic hopes for him, so it feels so unacceptable at this moment!"
"I hope he can survive!"
"No matter what, no matter what others do, we must take out these warriors of the giant bear tribe who followed us intact. Their lives, their missions, belong to my king, and they should not be worthless Die here!" Wajid looked back at the group of giant bear tribe warriors standing behind him.
Roslav nodded solemnly.
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"Pass my order, the supplies and trophies captured by every fighter of the tribal alliance participating in the battle this time do not need to be handed over!" Gangu La's cold voice sounded from the central army account of the tribal alliance.
There were leaders and dignitaries from other tribes in the big tent. Gangula's order made the dull atmosphere in the tent a little more active. Many people ran out to convey this latest order to the warriors of their respective tribes.
Before the start of the battle, Gangula saw the Explosive Bear Hammer standing on the weapon rack in the big tent, and suddenly thought of Zhang Tie, and thought of Zhang Tie's heroic posture wielding that terrifying hammer, so he asked a question. "Peter, what are you doing now?"
"He's still sitting in that ruined building!" Nurdo said in a moderate voice.
"Oh!" Gangu La glanced at Sabrina, who was sitting next to him with a calm face, and Aurora, who was wearing a mask and couldn't help clenching her fists after hearing this question, with a smile on her face, " Forget it, remember to send him something after the victory, and find a doctor to show him. Don't let him really starve to death, anyway, he can be regarded as our guest now."
Hearing what Gangula said, the leaders of several small and medium-sized tribes who were eager to flatter Gangula laughed dryly in the tent, as if Gangula had told a good joke.
Aurora snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the tent.
"What are you laughing at?" Gangu La's eyes turned to those guys who were laughing dryly. Asked coldly, his eyes turned a little scarlet, and those guys suddenly looked like chickens with their necks stuck, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
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In a place farther away from the battlefield, close to the tribal alliance camp, the tense atmosphere of the great war in the distance did not affect this place at all. If the relics and ruins are a huge tomb at this moment, then this place is the tomb of the tomb.
This is the Wounded Barracks of the Tribal Alliance, a place that is even more desperate now and here.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Maxim woke up in a daze, struggled to get up from the rough floor, suppressed the hunger and thirst that burned his throat, and carried him in a simple bag that accompanied him. Find out your notepad and pen.
As an inconspicuous army logistics clerk in a small tribe in the tribal alliance, he was injured three days ago when he participated in the operation of the tribal alliance, and then, like many wounded soldiers, he was killed after simple treatment. Sent here to die.
It is indeed waiting to die, because all the supplies of all the people who came here were cut by two-thirds at once.
Got a notebook and pen. Maxim suddenly felt as if he had sustenance in his heart. Decades of professional habits had turned certain behaviors into his instinct and joy of life, as long as he held a notebook and a pen in his hand. As long as he can still record things, Maxim is like a snail with its shell on its back, feeling safe and secure again.
Maxim moved his body with difficulty, and finally found a dusty corner near the fluorite lamp in the enclosed courtyard and sat down. He was about to record something in his notebook, when the There was a sneer.
Although a warrior of the tribal alliance who was half lying on the ground was already very weak, seeing that Maxim was still insisting on recording the damn notes at this time, he couldn't help but sneer.
"It's about this time... Clerk, you are really diligent. Are you writing a suicide note? If you have the time, why don't you go and see if the Sher next to you is still alive. If Sher is dying, call someone quickly. Come and help, if the dead are not carried away quickly, the living here will not last long..."
Seeing a group of wounded soldiers who couldn't move and turned their heads to look at him, the mild-tempered Maxim put down his notebook, struggled to get up from the ground, and came to a lying on the ground not far from him. Beside the wounded, check the situation carefully.
Xie Er's lips were as dry as a layer of paste, but they were still trembling slightly. Maxim bent down and put his ear to Xie Er's lips, and could only vaguely hear a word.
"Water...water..."
There was a military sink in the yard, but it was so dry that it could blow dust, and next to it was a huge, plain-looking tin water bottle, a cheap thing that the pioneers dug out of the ruins Being thrown here for use by a bunch of wounded soldiers, Maxim, who struggled to get to the sink, picked up the water bottle with some difficulty, turned it upside down, and after a few seconds, a small amount of water condensed on the mouth of the bottle. Water droplets, the water droplets stick to the mouth of the bottle, but they don't want to fall off.
"Shel wants water, but there's no water here..."
Everyone was silent, and despair and helplessness spread from the sink and water bottle without a drop of water again, and even the wounded soldier who satirized Maxim lowered his gaze...
Dejectedly putting down the bottle, Maxim didn't say anything, but struggled back to the corner, sat on the ground, and opened the notebook. Holding the pen for a long time, he didn't know what to write. In the end, he only left a paragraph of text on the paper.
——October 7, 890 in the Black Iron Calendar, the shadow of death hangs over the wounded barracks. This is the fifth day since the water shortage began. I don't know how many days I can live...whether I am injured or not. Whether it is in the wounded barracks, everyone here does not know how many days they can live. In this place where only a little light can be seen through fluorite lamps, everyone is now breathing, desperate and facing death fear……
I know I am not religious enough. I don’t have any beliefs, but at this moment, I try my best to pray sincerely. If there is a god in the world, then please ask God to save those who are trapped here by despair and fear. Let us humble and ordinary Man can see God manifested. Bathing in the glory of God, may we mortals fear God so that we will no longer be humble and fearless.
The sound of war drums in the distance interrupted Maxim's thoughts. He stopped writing and looked up into the distance. He knew that many people would die there today. This wounded barracks, which is still a bit empty until now, may become a crowded flesh and blood bazaar tomorrow...
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half an hour later...
On the battlefield where the tribal alliance and the pioneers fought, the sound of drums and shouts of killing was fierce. The pioneers, who were determined to die, burst out with great potential at this moment, and fought with the army of the tribal alliance. Indissoluble. The battlefield of tens of thousands of people was cut into fragments by the terrain of the ruins and turned into a battlefield of hundreds of thousands of places...
Outside the battlefield, Roslav of the Icefield Giant Bear Tribe who had been observing the situation on the side suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart. Turning his head and looking towards the camp of the tribal alliance, Roslav froze.
Just a few kilometers away, a huge and strange thing like a battle spirit totem slowly appeared on the horizon like a burning banner, and it was getting higher and higher. In this dark underground, it seemed like The sun was as dazzling as it was, making half of the sky blood red.
"What is that?" Wajid, who found a huge red light coming from behind him, turned his head and was stunned for a while.
After the red light that seemed to illuminate the entire space and the burning blood-colored sky appeared, even the people on the battlefield who were fighting fiercely noticed it. Facing such a strange and unprecedented scene, everyone was dumbfounded , don't know what happened...
After hearing the notification, Gangula walked out of the tent, looked at the camp, with surprise in his eyes...
The leaders of a group of small and medium tribes saw this vision appearing in the direction of their base camp, and they all opened their mouths, not knowing what happened...
Aurora turned her head and looked at the place where the sky of blood and fire rose. It seemed...it seemed...it was the place where Peter was. At this time, Aurora didn't even care about other things. Where did he rush over.
"That seems to be where Peter is!" Sabrina seemed to be talking to herself, and Gangu La's brows twitched...
Impressed by this unbelievable and strange scene, the shouts of killing on the battlefield gradually quieted down, and the soldiers and pioneers who had left the battlefield turned around one by one, looking at the strange scene in the distance.
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"Maxim, what's going on, is there a fire outside?"
"Ah, this fire is too big..."
"No way, there is no pile of wood in the big place, what can be burned so vigorously?"
The wounded soldiers who couldn't move their bodies were lying on the ground, looking at the soaring flames that seemed to be shining from the direction of the camp beside them, they asked a little uneasily. The wounded soldiers who were still able to move struggled over to see the situation.
At this moment, Maxim looked at the figure bathed in the flames in the distance, and he had already lost his thinking ability. He knew what the battle spirit totem looked like, but the scene in front of him couldn't connect him with the battle spirit totem at all. It felt even more like a round of sun rising from around him.
Just as Maxim was shocked, the figure slowly walked towards the wounded barracks, every step was full of sacred taste, making Maxim's heart beat wildly...
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