Jamala stood up and came to Al's side, asking Cecilia: "How is Al's injury?"

Cecilia had just carefully pulled out the arrow from Al's body, stopped the bleeding, and said: "It's very unstable. This arrow wound seems to have also implicated his previous injuries. He needs to undergo in-depth treatment quickly -

—But apart from the honey to stop bleeding, the rest around me has been..."

Jamala sighed and said: "Whether you can survive it depends on Al himself?"

Al lay on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and said: "If...if I hadn't still been a little afraid of crossbows...I..."

"Oops!" Cecilia touched Al's forehead and said, "You're starting to have a fever... You can't move or talk anymore!"

Jamala sighed and said: "It's not that you are still afraid of crossbows... When the sound of the crossbow strings came to mind, you were the first to rush to Cecilia..." As she said that, Youyou

He glanced at Cecilia who looked apologetic to Al.

Jamala turned to Dante again and said: "What are the chances that we can escape?"

Dante looked at this long and narrow valley. There were rugged rocks in it, and the mountain walls on both sides were very steep. It was a treasure place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Dante's eyes flashed across everyone's faces one after another, and finally he said lightly: "Between five and fifty percent."

Jamala saw what Dante was thinking and shouted: "You mean, one of us needs to be here to guard you?"

Dante said: "Yes. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack here. If someone is willing to station here to intercept the pursuers, others can evacuate safely. I have seen the map. If the pursuers do not go through this valley, at least six

They couldn't catch up with us within an hour. And six hours later, we had completely escaped their detection range. Even if they wanted to search for us again, the chance was only slightly greater than zero."

Jamala roared: "Wouldn't it mean that one of us must die here?"

Dante nodded and said: "Not bad."

Jamala shouted: "Then who else do you want us to sacrifice? We have already suffered enough losses! Sauron is dead, Al is seriously injured and is not out of danger, and the rest of us are injured to varying degrees.

Under such circumstances, you are actually willing to sacrifice another comrade?"

Dante completely ignored Jamara's anger and just said calmly: "Feng Xie said something that impressed me very much: Those who are unwilling to give up anything can't change anything. If we don't leave one person to guard here, then

At that time we will sacrifice all of us."

When Jamara was about to say something else, Daniel stood up and said: "If one person must stay, then it will be me. I am willing to take on this glorious task."

Dante shook his head and said: "You can't. You are only good at sneak attacks. If you stick to it, you might even be worse than me."

Suddenly, Sherlock, who had been paying attention to the situation behind him, suddenly shouted to everyone: "The enemy seems to be chasing us. They will be here in a few minutes... We have to leave quickly!"

Jamala shouted: "Then let's run away first. If we can't run, I'll stay for you to break up the rear!"

Cecilia yelled: "Al's injury seems to be serious again!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and saw Al lying on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, and he kept shouting: "Martha...Martha...Martha..."

Jamala was stunned and asked Cecilia: "What's wrong with him now?"

Cecilia said anxiously: "I have a high fever, and I am in a trance... I must be dreaming about something now, and I am starting to talk nonsense..."

Jamala said: "Who is that? Someone come and carry him!"

At this moment, Al slowly opened his eyes. In the dim light of the morning, Cecilia's face came into Al's eyes, a little hazy and a little changed. Gradually, Cecilia's face

The appearance seems to have changed, changed...

Al shook his head vigorously, then stared at Cecilia, trembling slightly: "Ma...Martha...it's you! It's really you!" As he said that, he suddenly sat up and shook his head.

He hugged Cecilia, who looked confused.

…

At that time, wars were not so frequent in Calradia... Oh, it should be said that a period of frequent wars had just ended. After being baptized by the flames of war, the people of various countries began to live a poor and stable life.

In the far west of the Kingdom of Swadia, there is a seaside village called Erbel. Erbel Village is like most villages on the mainland, ordinary and quiet.

On a hillside near the village, Al, who had just turned twelve, said angrily: "I will definitely become a great warrior in the future!"

"Wow! Really?" Beside him, Martha, who was two years younger than Al, exclaimed with glowing eyes. Al and Martha were childhood sweethearts, and they lived together in the village of Elber.

We just play together and have a very good relationship.

"Of course!" Al said with great ambition: "In a few years, when I have saved enough money, I will go to the training ground to study. After I come out, I will join the army and become a soldier to protect the country and Al Bell.

"Seeing Martha looking at him with a smile on her face, Al was a little embarrassed. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed his nose, and said in a very low voice: "Of course... and to protect you..."

"Haha! Al is bragging again!" At this moment, a little head suddenly emerged from the nearby grass and laughed at Al.

Al Xunyin looked at it and cursed: "Bob! Why are you here!"

Bob stood up from the grass and laughed: "I just passed by occasionally and saw you here from a distance. Looking at your proud look standing on the big rock, I thought you were talking about something. Come here secretly.

When I heard it, it turned out that I was bragging to Martha again."

Al's face turned red and he shouted hurriedly: "I'm not bragging! I really want to become a warrior!"

Bob said unceremoniously: "You are still a warrior? Everyone knows that you are the most often bullied in the village. Can a person like you become a warrior? Don't laugh to death, hahahaha."

"You!" Al was furious and immediately clenched his fists, leaning forward unconsciously.

Martha on the side saw this and quickly stopped her, shouting to Al: "Ah, Al, you can't fight..."

When Bob saw Al's posture, he pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh, oh, Al is going to hit someone. Our great and glorious warrior is going to hit someone... Aha, ahha, come on, you

You can't even beat me, but you still want to be a warrior? If you can be a warrior, I can be a lord, hahahaha. Martha, stop playing with him, he lied to you, he can't be a warrior...

"

"Die!" Al roared angrily, broke away from Martha, and rushed toward Bob.

More than ten minutes later, Al sat on the ground with a bruised nose and face, his eyes filled with tears, and he sniffed hard to prevent tears from flowing out.

With a distressed look on her face, Martha carefully wiped the blood off Al's face with a torn handkerchief, and said slightly angrily: "I told you not to fight..."

Al sniffed a few more times and said with a cry: "Do you want to make fun of me for being useless (sobbing)... being bullied all day long (sobbing)..."

Martha smiled and said: "No way. My brother Al is the best."

Al continued to sniff a few times and said: "Don't look at the fact that I am often bullied by them now (sobs)... wait for me (sobs)... wait until I come back from the training ground (sobs)... after I become a warrior (sobs)

...must (sob)...must beat them all up (sob)..."

Martha laughed and said, "Soldiers don't just beat up people. Anyone who likes to beat up people is a bad guy, and Martha hates them the most."

Al looked puzzled and said: "Soldier (sobbing)... If soldiers don't beat people, what do they do with so many martial arts? What do they do with weapons?"

Martha shook her head and said, "Didn't you just say that? Protect the country and protect the village."

Al nodded and said: "Yes! Protect the country, protect the village. Martha, believe me, I'm not lying. When I grow up, I will definitely become a brave warrior and protect everything. Although I don't have this yet.

Ability, but when I grow up, I will definitely succeed!"

Martha smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I believe it, I believe it. You don't have to be so anxious...Okay, okay, it's too late now, we should go home!"

"Yeah!" Al nodded, took Martha's hand, stood up from the ground, and followed Martha towards the village. Before taking two steps, Al turned around and said to Martha: "Wait a minute.

I won’t be beaten again when I grow up!”

"I know, I know."

…

"Martha, Martha! Open the door, open the door, I caught a big beetle!" One afternoon a few days later, Al shouted at Martha's door, covering his hands.

The strange thing is that Martha usually opens the door quickly, but this time, Al waited for a long time.

"Are you not at home?" Al said to himself. Just as Al was about to leave, the door of Martha's house was suddenly opened, and a burly man came out. He stared at Al and snorted coldly,

Just walked away.

Al was stunned and quickly shouted "Hello, uncle" but found that the other party didn't seem to hear him at all and walked away outside.

This burly man is Martha's father. He has been in a bad mood since Martha's mother passed away a few years ago. Therefore, Al did not take Martha's father's attitude to heart and turned to face Martha.

Sha's family ran to the house.

"Martha, Martha! Are you at home? Look at me, I caught... uh... Ma... Martha..." Al's originally happy smile suddenly froze, because he saw something he had never imagined.

Scenes.

At this time, Martha was lying on the bed, her clothes were disheveled, and even her trousers had been ripped open. There was a small pool of bright red blood on the bed. Martha was crying, wiping away the tears on her face with one hand, and using the other hand to

One hand seemed to be touching his lower body.

"Ma...Martha...what's wrong with you?" Al looked blankly and asked blankly.

"Ah... don't come over!" Martha seemed to realize that Al was beside her at this moment, and quickly grabbed the quilt next to her and covered her whole body.

"Martha!" Al, who had no idea what was going on, shouted hurriedly: "Did uncle hit you? Did it hurt you?"

"Don't come over! Don't ask! Wait for me outside, I beg you..." Martha cried in bed.

Al was stunned when he heard this, and had to retreat, squatting at the door of Martha's house, touching the beetle in his hand, and murmuring to himself: "Beetle, beetle... What happened to Martha? It was her father who beat her.

Has she?"

About ten minutes later, Martha, already dressed neatly, came out.

Al jumped up and shouted: "Martha, are you okay?"
To be continued...