Chapter 845 The second kingdom exploration, father and son, alive
The slanting sunlight fell through the cracks in the hut and fell silently among the people. There was the leader of the two teams, the father and son who had just met each other and were crying in each other's arms.
The canine warriors had dull expressions on their faces, looking at the young leader with runny noses, tears, and shouts of "ahhhh". Even the original canine captain in the village came over to watch, watching this rare event.
The scene of recognition at first sight.
The crew members of the fleet slumped on the ground, happy for the old captain and themselves. Priest Mecat raised the corners of his mouth, and after thinking quietly for a while, his smile became even brighter. In the corner, Dark Snake and Didi looked at
The scene in front of me showed a face full of excitement and joy, but also some unspeakable sadness and sadness.
"Dad! It's been seven years! Even if I fucked you to death, I never thought I would see you again!"
The tattooed Chippawa cried, laughed, and shouted excitedly.
"You're not dead! You're not dead! Ah! Do you know? I built a grave for you and dug it on the mountain beside the Warrior Lake. I also dug a grave for my mother and sister... Over the years, I have thought about it day and night.
I think, even in my dreams, I am avenging you!"
"...I...I didn't expect it either!...I always thought that you were dead...and eaten by wild dogs on the battlefield, and you couldn't even find your body!..."
The old militiaman burst into tears, spoke incoherently, and acted even worse than Chippawa. He was dizzy, as if he was drunk, and seemed to be floating in the sky. At this moment, he hugged Chippawa tightly.
She pressed her face hard against her son's forehead, fearing that if she let go, the other person would turn into smoke and suddenly float away.
"Hot! Alive!...You're still alive! Alive!...Alive, wow!"
"Ah! We are all still alive! Ouch!"
Having said this, Chippawa roared loudly and howled like a canine. Then, he waved his hand and shouted to his warriors.
"Why are you still standing there? Prepare wine and meat for me! I found my father! Slaughter all the turkeys in the village. Give me wine and meat tonight, and toast to my father!..."
"Yes! Boss!"
Several canine warriors were stunned and agreed. Soon, the small village by the river became busy, and there were shouts of killing chickens and cooking. The elders in the village looked bitter as they looked at hundreds of fierce canine warriors in the village.
Rampage. He saw the dazed eyes of the old militiaman and wanted to say something, but was glared at Chippawa fiercely and lowered his head in fear.
At dusk, a bonfire was lit by the river. The old militiamen were still dizzy, and everyone in the fleet was also dizzy. The canine warriors ate meat and drank from large bowls, and celebrated in a rare way. Then
, they came forward one by one to toast, singing and dancing, until the old militiamen were drunk until they were drunk.
"Okay! Good!...Everything is good!"
There was not much wine in the village, and after a few rounds, it was all drunk. The bonfire reflected the red faces of everyone, and listened to the sound of everyone singing and laughing. During the day, it was a life-and-death struggle, and I wanted to cut it into several pieces. At night, it became...
A real family, singing and dancing together. The unpredictable changes of fate are really dazzling and confusing.
"Everyone, go down! Have fun by yourself! I want to talk to Dad!"
After eating and drinking, the tattooed Chippawa waved his arms again and drove away the canine warriors sitting around. Priest Mecat also knew what was going on and brought everyone in the fleet back to the hut. Only then did the father and son really have a relationship.
Opportunity to stay alone for a while.
The old militiaman Chihuako squatted by the river and washed his face vigorously with the cold river water. The tattooed Chipawa also squatted next to him and washed together for a while, just like when they were children. Then the father and son
People were sitting in front of the campfire, looking at each other face to face, but for a moment they didn't know what to say.
"Chipawa... how did you... become like this canine?"
After a while, the veteran militiaman Chihuaco reached out his hand, touched the horrific tattoos on his son's face, and asked in a low voice.
"This was... carved with a stone knife? Can't it be washed off?"
"Yes! It's carved in stone! It can't be washed off!"
Upon hearing his father's question, Chipawa puffed out his chest and pointed to his face proudly, as if pointing to a great honor.
"This was carved for me by Sister Alan herself three years ago when I was twenty years old! The tribe's high priest Zuma said that this is the tattoo of the wasteland and a totem of divinity! It can give me the courage of a wasteland warrior.
, bestowed upon me the blessing of my ancestors!…It is with it that I have become a truly fearless warrior step by step!…”
"Ah?...the warrior totem in the wasteland?..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman Chihuaco opened his mouth and wanted to say something. But when he saw his son's proud and confident expression, he was silent for a moment and just murmured.
"Three years ago...you were twenty years old...you...you are already twenty-three! In my impression, you were only fifteen or sixteen years old, and you were still that tall, thin, and timid boy..."
"Dad! I am a warrior! I am also a real man! I am no longer the boy I used to be! It has been seven years since I was captured by the warriors, left the village, and went to the battlefield!"
Hearing the words of the old militiaman, Chipawa raised his eyebrows and interrupted. Sixteen years ago he joined the army... He has gone through so many changes and wandered all the way to the wilderness. In the blink of an eye, it has been seven years.
"Seven years! I have killed dozens of soldiers! I have also slept with dozens of women, more than you have ever slept with! I dare to charge ten people alone! I will never do what I did before.
So timid!…”
"Ah?...But, I remember, when we were in the Lake District...you..."
"Dad! This is the wasteland! It's the wasteland where people kill, eat, and sleep with women! There are fierce wasteland tribes everywhere here. I can only make them fear me and listen to me by being more ruthless and fierce than them!"
The tattooed Chippawa gritted his teeth and shouted like a wild wolf. Then, his expression softened slightly and his voice became deeper.
"What's more... Sister Alan is so powerful and brave, she has never been afraid!... How could I leave her behind so much?..."
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"Hey!...The little turtle grew up and hatched into a crocodile..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman Chihuaco pursed his lips, looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar son, and sighed softly. Yes! Seven years! In this country that was set off by the conquest of Mexica, there has never been anything like this.
In this great era, there was so much blood and fire, change and death. So many high-ranking gods, priests and nobles fell into the dust and turned into rotten corpses...
And after experiencing so much, as long as a person does not die, he can grow up quickly. He is like this, and his son is not like this, too? This is an era of heroes and legends, just like in mythology...
The old militiaman was silent and held his son's arm tightly. He felt sincere joy and indifferent sadness in his heart. Because he knew that his son had his own path, which was different from his and could not follow it.
Come together.
The evening breeze blew hard, bringing the breath of the sea, which made people feel relaxed. The tattooed Chippawa calmed down a little, then raised his head again and looked at his father. He rubbed his face vigorously, which brought courage
tattooed face, then asked carefully and softly.
"Dad!...Are my mother and sister...still...alive?"
