Based on a rough and vague concept, children may have poor or rich imaginations to describe the village where they live, the parents who raised them, and the environment in which they live - the above-mentioned fragile things commonly known as "daily life" are experiencing "
War] What is the state after this man-made catastrophe, which in some aspects is worse than a natural disaster?
If you are a history researcher, military enthusiast, or war movie fan of another world, you can do this kind of thing effortlessly.
Nanjing in December 1937 (the 26th year of the Republic of China);
Stalingrad from July 17, 1942 to February 2, 1943;
Tokyo from March 9 to 10, 1945 (Showa 20); [
Berlin from April 16 to May 8, 1945
Hiroshima on August 6, 1945 (Showa 20);
Nagasaki on August 9, 1945 (Showa 20);
The Middle East after May 15, 1948;
Grozny in 1994 and 2000;
Georgia, South Ossetia in 2008...
Fans who are familiar with the history of war and know something about urban warfare and street fighting will excitedly list out a series of ever-expanding lists and images, each of which is synonymous with "hell", "ruin", and "quagmire of war".
It is very suitable to explain the destructiveness and tragic results of the war. If it is not enough, add the image of the space colony in the war of 2317, using an asteroid equipped with a nuclear fusion engine as a mass bomb to be dropped on the earth.
That's okay. But what happened on the ground in Hakata Village was not that grand and shocking. It would be more vivid to say that it was a small-scale super-extreme natural disaster.
Children who have never experienced the impact of sensory storms imagine how bloody and miserable hell is, and the best picture they can draw is just knights in armor laying down their lances and charging in a straight line, holding swords and shields.
The infantrymen with various weapons roared "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The child who lacked even common sense could never imagine that the village was already a terrifying forest filled with black diamonds. All kinds of innocent worries blurted out, which made Sister Patty, who had experienced the war, have mixed feelings.
"Is fighting scary?"
"It will hurt a lot. It was already extremely painful when my dad beat me. It must hurt even more if I am hit by a sword."
"When the cavalry comes, will they trample the crops in the fields? Will they take away things from home?"
"Can they kill people? They can kill people!"
"No! It's terrible! Stop talking!"
The children were crying, arguing, and noisy. The nun's consolation could not calm them down. Seeing that the chaotic situation was about to get out of control, the sound of ending that was about to reach the critical point of terror and tension sounded.
The long-awaited knock on the door stopped all the noise. With sudden surprise and a feeling of relief that "it's finally here", Sister Patty stood up in a hurry. Her overly excited movements knocked over the seat.
Ignoring her blush and setting up the chair, the nun quickly ran to the door.
"Don't open the door! Don't come close! Sister, take the children and leave immediately through the passage leading to the outside of the village!!!"
The voice of Louis, the mill manager, was not only stiff, but also full of unprecedented terror and tension. His almost yelling and scolding tone was completely different from his usual image of a good old man and a bachelor.
"What exactly happened outside? How many enemies are there? Are there many injured? Tell me! Louis!"[
The finger that had just touched the door latch trembled and stopped. The nun took a step back from the door as Louis said. Although she could not grasp the situation. But the experience of battlefield medical care made Patty judge that the situation in the village was very dangerous. The nun
Asked anxiously.
But the messenger did not have time to tell all the details. The voices on the other side of the door were rushing to say the last prayers of the fallen comrades before the fire of life was completely extinguished.
"Don't look back after taking the children out of the passage. Go as far away as you can! You can go anywhere, the further away from here the better! Never look back! Don't go back to the village! Outside... there are already... those things everywhere...
After the bodily fluids spurting out of her mouth hit the wooden door with a dull sound, there was silence behind the door. The red and black liquid smudged in from under the door. The nun, who realized that the situation had completely deteriorated to a hopeless state, was lost in thought for a moment. She silently offered her eulogy.
and prayed. He turned around and said:
"Everyone, move quickly, let's leave here through another passage!"
"nun?"
Unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events, the children all showed expressions of shock and confusion. They looked at Sister Patty, who was pale and speechless. The nun who always had a kind smile in her memory had never shown such a smile.
Such a miserable and decisive expression, not to mention speaking in an unprecedented stiff tone.
"Move quickly. Your parents will catch up soon."
I understand how inhumane I am acting at this moment, but I can no longer care about whether I should tell the children the bad news and let them accept it. Whether the pale and stiff face will scare the children is such a small problem, I need to take them out of the danger zone as soon as possible.
It's a priority.
The opponent is an elf who has undergone combat training and has the ability to crush orc cavalry and force strong men like Captain Leonardo into desperate situations.
We don't know how many enemies there are, nor what kind of weapons and tactics they use. We can't judge the specific differences between them and the human orc army bandits, but there is one thing we are sure of.
——All armies in this world take down fortresses that have been unable to be conquered for a long time, and their methods of handling the strongholds afterwards are extremely cruel.
Robbery, murder, arson, and - rape.
It includes all acts of violence, without any restraint, and completely tramples on the law and human nature - the worst war atrocities called "City Massacre".
Anyone who thinks soldiers will not do harm to children is either naive or lives a life that has nothing to do with the world.
In order to vent the mental pressure and pain of soldiers fighting on the front line of life and death for a long time, to recover the huge price they suffered in order to capture the target, and to warn other enemy cities that dare to resist desperately. The attacking commander will not only condone the various behaviors of his subordinates,
A very few commanders will also deliberately order atrocities against the residents of the city, adding fuel to the tyranny and cruelty that regards the bottom line of morality.
In addition to adults, children are also among the victims of violence.
Props for the killing contest;
An outlet for anger and animal desires;
Toys that satisfy morbid psychology and hobbies; [
goods obtained from slave traders in exchange for gold coins;
The collection or hobby of a powerful person;
Except for a very few lucky ones, Gu's children can only accept one or more of the four endings mentioned above.
No matter how they mourn, how they plead, how they reach out for help and pray to their fathers and brothers who are no longer moving on the ground, their mothers and sisters who are being chewed under the panting man's body, the mother goddess who they do not love and who is not here, and who are devouring everything.
In the frenzy, miracles will not happen.
The nun doesn't know if the elven army will follow the "old rules". Maybe the pointy-eared pagans will come up with more terrifying "new ideas", and they don't dare to place the slightest hope on the other party's moral values and specific behaviors.
In principle, Patty gritted her teeth and kept a straight face.
"Everyone, don't make any noise. Hold hands and follow behind. We are going outside."
The children nodded and crawled out from the tables, bed boards, boxes, cabinets - all kinds of temporary shelters used to cover the falling objects above their heads. They followed the nun's instructions in a daze to cover their heads with fur hats and kerchiefs. Then they followed the nun closely.
Behind them, they moved in line towards the small door that had been dusted for a long time. Although the fear and intermittent sobs were suppressed, the assurance of "Dad, Mom is waiting outside" calmed them down.
Concerned about their special status, coupled with the sensitivity and caution accumulated from their previous careers, the first thing the villagers did after choosing a settlement was to dig basements and tunnels leading to the bushes outside the village, and then built a small church on top to serve as a
camouflage.
Great efforts were made to build the tunnel in order to be used one day, but none of the former members of the Knights were willing to encounter the day when the tunnel was needed. None of the builders had ever used this tunnel. Their children could escape now relying on the foresight at the time.
If it ascends to heaven, the planning and construction personnel of the past should be able to rest in peace.
——If the target of attacking Bodou Village is the size of the army as expected by the designer;
——If what dominates the sky of Bode Village at this moment is an existence within Wilt's common sense;
It is too heterogeneous and cannot be understood by humans. It is using thermal induction, magnetic detection, vibration detection, bioelectrical signals, brain wave detection and other means to stare at the frightened children underground, gathering huge power and about to be like the blade of a guillotine.
fall.
They don't know mercy and pity, and treat all people and things equally with a cold gaze. They are preparing to send the children to their parents according to the planned schedule - in the worst and most cruel way.
"wreath?"
A faint scent of flowers filled the nostrils. Roland looked along the source. The girl, who was as pink and delicate as a doll, shrank her hands together, and her cute face was hastily covering up the traces of guilty conscience.
"No...don't look at it, it's a pair with dad!"
"I didn't see anything."
"Liar! The expression on his face is [so beautiful! I want it too!]!"
"No, I haven't seen any kind of garland."
"Laura is really a difficult girl to take care of. Forget it. I'll make a wreath for you after I get out. It's inferior to Dad's and Chloe's."
"It's Roland! Why do you always use a girl's name to hurt me? And why is it second-rate?"
Roland sighed hard. Chloe's nature of teasing people really bothered him. However, Roland didn't dislike such little pranks.
Boys should have a corresponding belly size;
It is not a man's business to make a girl cry;
The old-fashioned and upright code of conduct in life is deeply embedded in Roland's words and deeds. In addition to this factor, Chloe's harmless teasing always makes the atmosphere more lively. In the tunnel that is surging with tension, such a small person
A small joke is not a bad thing.
Children are innocent, so it is not surprising that they say words that make the listener uncomfortable when they are not clear about the situation and have not grasped the truth of the abnormal atmosphere.
The nun who knows this and has experienced it is suffering the sting of simplicity and forthrightness.
Secretly turning back to peek at the orange garland, she thought of a man with an unkempt beard and a bandit-like appearance. When they first met, he raised his thumbs up and gave an encouraging smile without a trace of gloom. The nun's heart swayed to soothe her anxiety and guilt.
's prayer.
[Captain, Miss Elise, Campbell, everyone. Please be as safe as possible.]
Knowing how empty this prayer is, and knowing that reality will not change due to people's prayers, the nun still has to pray for these children and people she knows well.
——If you deny even this and cannot allow it, then all that is left in the world will be despair...)