An hour before Zhang Tie's blood-fire sky curtain erupted, everything slid to the icy track according to the established cruel trajectory. In such a desperate situation, everyone struggled with all their strength.
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Salba tightly held the short knife in his hand and followed the pioneers who brought him here with stiff and nervous steps to the battlefield above the ruins.
The handle of the short knife was wrapped with a thick cloth strip. At this moment, the cloth strip was completely soaked by the sweat overflowing from Salba's palm, and it felt a little slippery when held in his hand.
Before going to the battlefield, Salpa drank a full drink of water. The water was the last drinking water he carried with him. After drinking it, it was gone.
Ever since a week ago, when the passage leading out of this ruins completely collapsed in a terrifying earthquake, all the pioneers have fallen into terror and despair.
Salba is only eighteen years old this year and is a young pioneer. Just like many old stories circulated among pioneers, because his father is a pioneer, he is also a pioneer. He is not a pioneer.
He didn't know who his mother was. From the time he was sensible, he followed his father to join the ranks of pioneers and lived a wandering life.
His father passed away two years ago. Before his death, his biggest wish for Salba was to let him settle down—to go to a human city, find a job that could make a living, and then find a woman to live happily.
Life……
Until a week ago, he didn't understand why his father had such expectations for him. Only then did he understand, but it was no longer possible, because Salba knew that he was going to die, even if he could live.
After today, he will die too.
Despair is spreading among the pioneers. It has been spreading for a week. This ruins and ruins are like a cage in the dark, more like a sunless tomb, where all the pioneers are buried.
Facing the powerful and well-trained army of the tribal alliance, after just two days of confusion, all the pioneers knew. This is the grave of the pioneers, and no pioneer can leave here alive.
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The abyss-like despair made the pioneers feel suffocated, and their final madness burst out from this suffocation.
A week ago, no pioneer could imagine what it would be like to confront the army of the Alliance of Tribes. But now, the pioneers not only faced the army of the Alliance of Tribes, but they also attacked two areas occupied by the Alliance of Tribes two days ago.
At the water source, a small victory was achieved.
A rough and strong hand fell on Salba's shoulder and patted it gently.
"Salpa, follow me later, don't be nervous, everyone will be relieved after today..." The speaker was Uncle Milan. The leader of their small group of pioneers, a pioneer in his fifties,
In just a few days, Uncle Milan's lips became cracked due to thirst, the sparkle in his eyes disappeared, and his whole person was filled with an aura of despair and decadence.
"Are we...will we die?" asked a hoarse voice, a companion in this small team who was two years older than Sherpa.
Uncle Milan smiled helplessly and weakly. "In the legend of the pioneers, such ruins are cursed places. Before the catastrophe, countless lives and blood were swallowed up here. When the pioneers came, it
It will be swallowed up again. Those who come here have disturbed the purity of the undead here, so everyone must use their lives to keep company 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 moment. It will be fine in a moment. If we win, we can hold on for a few more days..." Uncle Milan's comfort was not so much comfort as it was the inability to see
to any chant of hope.
The pioneers walked onto the battlefield one by one. There was no formation. Everyone just relied on instinct, followed the people they knew, followed their leader, and silently walked towards the place where they were heading for death.
If it is delayed for a few more days, the pioneers will be even less able to fight back. Therefore, whether it is life or death, today is the day when the end must be made. It may be better to die happily on the battlefield than to die of thirst and starvation later.
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"This is a battle without any sense of honor and without hope!" Somewhere in the ruins far away from the battlefield, I watched tens of thousands of pioneers marching away from the tribal alliance army one after another.
The battle lines gathered like moths to the flames kilometers away, Roslav sighed, "The armies on both sides are full of death energy and have no morale at all. There will be no winner in such a battle, everyone."
They are all killing people just to survive, and I don’t want to participate in such a battle!”
"What a pity!" Wajid also sighed, turned to look in the direction of the tribal alliance's camp more than ten miles away, and shook his head, "Originally, I thought that person might be the one we were looking for.
Human, I didn’t expect…”
"The pressure of imminent death and despair is not something that every young man aged seventeen or eighteen can bear. How many geniuses are unable to grow up in the end because they cannot withstand the huge pressure, not to mention a young man, even in the tribal alliance
Among them, aren’t there some soldiers who have gone insane because they couldn’t withstand such pressure?”
"Perhaps we have too many unrealistic hopes for him, which is why it feels so difficult to accept at this moment!"
"I hope he can survive it!"
"No matter what, no matter what others do, we must take out these warriors of the giant bear tribe who are following us intact. Their lives and their missions belong to my king. 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 warrior of the tribal alliance participating in the battle this time do not need to be turned over!" Gang Gula's cold voice sounded from the central tent of the tribal alliance.
There were leaders and nobles from other tribes in the big tent. Gangula's order made the dull atmosphere in the tent a little more lively. Many people ran out to convey this latest order to the warriors of their respective tribes.
Before the war started, Gangula saw the Explosive Bear Hammer standing on the weapons rack in the tent. He suddenly thought of Zhang Tie and his heroic figure wielding the terrifying hammer, so he asked. "Where's Peter?
What are you doing now?"
"He's still sitting on that ruined building!" Nurdo said in a neither salty nor bland voice.
"Oh!" Gangula 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 bright smile on her face, "
Forget it, remember to send him something after victory, and find a doctor to take a look at him. Don’t let him really starve to death, anyway, he can be regarded as our guest now."
Hearing what Gang Gula said, several leaders of small and medium-sized tribes who were eager to flatter Gang Gula laughed dryly in the tent, as if Gang Gula had told a good joke.
Aurora snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the tent.
"What are you laughing at?" Gang Gula turned his eyes to the guys who were laughing dryly. He asked coldly, his eyes turned a little scarlet, and those guys suddenly looked like chickens with their necks stuck.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
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In a place further away from the battlefield, close to the camp of the tribal alliance, the tense atmosphere of the upcoming war in the distance did not affect this place at all. If these ruins and ruins are like a huge tomb at this moment, then this place
, which is the tomb within the tomb.
This is the wounded barracks of the Alliance of Tribes, a place that makes people even more desperate at this time.
I don't know how long I slept, but Maxim woke up in a daze, struggled to get up from the simple floor, resisted the hunger and thirst that burned his throat, and packed a simple bag with him.
I found my notepad and pen.
As an inconspicuous army logistics secretary in a small tribe in the tribal alliance, he was injured three days ago while participating in the tribal alliance operation. Then, like many wounded soldiers, he was discharged after simple treatment.
Sent here to die.
They are indeed waiting to die, because for all the people who came here, all supplies were reduced by two-thirds at once.
After getting the notebook and pen, Maxim suddenly felt like he had sustenance in his heart. Decades of professional habits have made certain behaviors become his instinct and joy of life. As long as he held the notebook and pen in his hand.
As long as he could still record things, Maxim was like a snail putting on its shell again, feeling safe and secure again.
Maxim moved his body with difficulty, and finally found a dusty corner in the enclosed yard that was closer to the fluorite lamp and sat down. He was about to record something in his notebook.
There was a sneer.
A warrior from the tribal alliance who was half lying on the ground, although already very weak, could not help but mock him when he saw that Maxim was still insisting on recording those damn notes.
"It's already this time... Clerk, you are really diligent. Are you writing a suicide note? If you have such a little effort, why not go and see if Xieer next to you is still alive. If Xieer is not alive, call someone quickly.
Come and help, if the dead are not taken away quickly, the living people here will not be able to hold on for long..."
Seeing a bunch of injured soldiers who couldn't move, they suddenly turned their heads to look at him. The gentle-tempered Maxim put down his notebook, struggled to stand up from the ground, and came to a man lying on the ground not far away from him.
Stand next to the wounded person and check the situation carefully.
Sher's lips were as dry as a layer of batter, but they were still trembling slightly. Maxim leaned down and put his ear to Sher's lips, and could only vaguely hear a word.
"Water...water..."
There is a military water tank in the yard, but the water tank is so dry that it can blow dust. Next to it is a large, mediocre-looking tin open water bottle. It is a worthless item that the pioneers dug out from the ruins.
Being thrown here and used by a bunch of wounded soldiers, Maxim struggled to reach the sink, picked up the water bottle with some difficulty, and turned the water bottle upside down. After a few seconds, the mouth of the bottle condensed a little.
Water droplets, those water droplets stick to the mouth of the bottle and just don’t want to fall off.
"Siel wants water, but there is no water here..."
Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere of despair and helplessness once again spread from the sink and water bottle without a drop of water. Even the wounded soldier who mocked Maxim lowered his eyes...
Putting down the bottle dejectedly, Maxim stopped saying anything. Instead, he struggled back to the corner, sat on the ground, and opened his notebook. He held the pen for a long time, not knowing what to write. In the end, he only left something on the paper.
a paragraph of text.
——On October 7, 890 in the Black Iron Calendar, the shadow of death shrouded the wounded barracks. This was the fifth day since the water shortage began. I didn’t know how many days I could live... No matter whether I was injured or not. Whether I was in the wounded barracks or not,
Everyone here doesn’t know how many days they can live. In this place where only a little light can be seen through fluorite lamps, everyone is breathing despair and fear of death...
I know that I am not pious enough and do not have any faith, but at this moment, I am praying with all my strength. If there is really a God in the world, then please ask God to save the people who are trapped here in despair and fear.
Let us humble and ordinary people see the manifestation of God and bathe in God's glory. May the fear of God by us mortals make us no longer humble and no longer afraid.
The sound of distant war drums interrupted Maxim's thoughts. He stopped writing and looked up into the distance. He knew that many people would die there today. This wounded soldiers camp, which was still relatively empty until now, might
Tomorrow, it will become an overcrowded flesh and blood market...
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Half an hour later...
On the battlefield where the tribal alliance and the pioneers were fighting, the drums and shouts of death were fierce. The pioneers, who were determined to die, burst out with huge potential at this moment, and they could fight with the army of the tribal alliance.
It’s hard to tell. The battlefield of tens of thousands of people was cut into pieces by the terrain of ruins and ruins, turning into hundreds or thousands of battlefields of various 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. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the tribal alliance's camp, and then Roslav froze.
Just a few kilometers away, a huge and strange war spirit totem-like thing slowly appeared on the horizon like a burning flag, getting higher and higher. In this dark underground, it was almost like
The sun was equally dazzling, illuminating half of the sky blood red.
"What is that?" Wajid, who found a huge red light coming from behind him, turned around and was stunned for a moment.
After the red light and burning bloody sky that seemed to illuminate the entire space appeared, even the people on the battlefield who were fighting fiercely noticed it. Facing such a strange and unheard-of sight, everyone was dumbfounded.
,I don’t know what happened...
After hearing the report, Gang Gula walked out of the camp and looked at the camp with surprise in his eyes...
The leaders of a group of small and medium-sized tribes looked at this strange phenomenon that appeared in the direction of their base camp, and they all opened their mouths, wondering what happened...
Aurora turned around and looked at the place where the sky of blood and fire rose. It seemed... it seemed... that was where Peter was. At this time, Aurora didn't even care about anything else. With a movement of her body, she suddenly
Wherever he rushed.
"That seems to be where Peter is!" Sabrina seemed to be saying to herself, and Gangula's brows jumped...
Impressed by this incredible and strange scene, the shouts of killing on the battlefield slowly became quieter. The soldiers and pioneers who left the battlefield turned around one by one and looked 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's no wood piled up anywhere. How can anything burn so brightly?"
The wounded soldiers who could not move were lying on the ground, looking at the firelight that seemed to come from the direction of the camp next to them, and asked uneasily. The wounded soldiers who could still move struggled to come over to see the situation.
Maxim was looking at the figure bathing in the firelight in the distance. He had already lost his ability to think. He knew what the fighting spirit totem looked like, but the scene in front of him could not connect him with the fighting spirit totem.
It feels even more like a sun rising from my side.
Just as Maxim was shocked, the figure slowly walked towards the wounded barracks. Every step was filled with a sacred flavor, making Maxim's heart beat wildly...