Summer in Lapland is the most comfortable and pleasant season of the year in this land of ice and snow - the spring is muddy, wet and cold, and the autumn is bleak and cool, both of which are hard to compare with the refreshing summer. In addition, those two seasons are often busy with farming, and the looseness of summer
Comfort is even more precious. As for winter, farmers in Lapland can only feel awe and regret from the bottom of their hearts for the severe cold season when there is only a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth.
Roland, like all the people living in Lapland, loves the warm summer when sometimes the sun does not set all day long. He rejoices in the autumn when the crops are harvested and is happy in the spring when the ice and snow melt. But now he really doesn't come from the bottom of his heart.
The freedom to express a good mood with the mottled golden light that shines on your body.
After carrying a heavy load and walking for two full days, no matter how patient or sentimental you are, after such long-term and continuous physical exertion in the wild, as long as you are not a group that is keen on such behavior, you will be followed by the accumulated fatigue.
The green landscape covered by the unchanging birch forest or coniferous forest in front of me was so dull that I couldn't speak, not to mention that Roland was only a child.
Relying on a strong determination to walk along the ancient road with lush vegetation and almost distinguishing it from the surroundings, it is already a very remarkable achievement without sitting down on the ground and crying for help.
The journey is not only on flat ground. In order to determine the direction and location of the road and plan the next route, you need to climb to high places from time to time for confirmation - this point is noted in the brochure. Regarding the height of the three heads and body in the brochure,
Li Lin, the qb who was sighing and smiling or with ill intentions, and Li Lin, the original author of the pamphlet, both hated him and scolded "Are you a fool?" for climbing to a high place without spending much energy. Roland still followed suit.
Done.[
If you want to survive alone in the wilderness without anyone else, there is no shortcut that can bypass the booklet to successfully achieve the goal of survival. At least Roland doesn't know such a shortcut yet. In a difficult living environment, Roland's mood is completely worthless.
carry.
Either live as you are told, or die on the road because of personal emotional impulses. There is no other option. Only when the backbone and resentment have capital that can be sustained have corresponding meaning. Otherwise, it is nothing.
[Survival or Destruction?] - The question Li Lin laughed at was not a problem at all to people with normal minds and sanity. Roland's mind was inherited from the rare genius witch Elise in history, and his IQ was certainly no problem.
Although his mentality is a bit awkward, he has not yet transformed into an angry young pervert who shoots dozens of adults and children, and then spends 21 years in prisons equipped with various sanatoriums.
Without any hesitation, Roland chose the most correct answer and did as the booklet said.
This made him feel very bad. Finally, the tiring journey and the occasional beast that wanted to try the taste of human flesh meal prevented Roland from being immersed in an awkward mood all the time, in order not to become the stuffing in the stomach of a beast.
, the boy had no extra energy to clean up his mood.
I don’t know whether it’s because human meat is a popular best-selling dish on the menu of beasts, or because [everyone will not eat meat this year, but only the meat of children]. Wolves, snow leopards, lynxes, bears and other carnivorous beasts are dangerous.
They rushed towards Roland one after another, and then were frightened by the [Wild Survival Armor] - a mysterious weapon that lacked the taste for naming and fled far away.
This situation lasted until last night when it came to an end. Roland, who was almost beaten into pancakes by a brown bear, fired a particle beam to bombard the burly beast that was three times his height and smelled bad until no residue was left.
The world finally began to become peaceful.
It's worth being happy that it didn't turn into dinner. But Roland couldn't be happy about his own dinner.
After two days, no matter it was luncheon meat, margarine or the weird [black bean and rice burrito], they could no longer arouse Roland's appetite. He really couldn't figure out why the elves would make such a thing and carry it around.
Get out of here. Especially the last one, what kind of bad tongue does it take to swallow something that is weird from its name to its taste? Has the guy who made this shit ever tried to make it himself?
How bad does it taste?
With a strong and miserable mood, Roland closed his eyes and took a big bite of the terrifying food. The mood of the elves on the other side who were watching this scene can be described as "empathy" and "gloating", even though they were also affected by their share of the field battle.
The food was disgusting, but watching Roland's expression when he swallowed it gave them a sense of relief.
"Why do you want to make such a disgusting thing!!"
When Roland's screams reached the tent, Tyr was also moved by it.
He has repeatedly emphasized that the army must be able to endure hardships and fight. Major Till, who won the battle, is a practical officer who is indifferent to food cravings. However, after the [Luncheon Meat Eating Incident] in which the military camp was turned into a large field hospital, he jointly requested Li
The name of Maximilian Hubert Till was clearly on the blood book written by Lin Yuanyuan in the kitchen...
Compared with the various masterpieces achieved in different fields due to other outstanding talents, the product produced by the combination of Li Lin's talent in cooking and his destructive taste obsession is not something that can be taken out to look at and taste. Even if it is not through
The improved food prepared by the colonel and infused with his thinking is still the ultimate poisonous food that the elves try to avoid.
Why do you make something so unpalatable?
The elves also want to question their supreme commander, where did the colonel learn the cooking skills that can turn cucumbers into abominable things? What happened to the mysterious chef (hent) who taught the colonel the cooking skills?
Is there a lump of heat below? Or is it because drinking too much boiled Ganges water has caused the oil to hit the brain? This is really a question worthy of careful study.
(Of course, the simple elves would not know that the person who taught artificial life forms cooking skills in the past was a chef originally from England. The specific name of the course taught by this chef was "Must-Kill! Dark Murderous Cuisine!")
No matter how good Li Lin's cooking skills are, if even the hard-working elf warriors cannot accept the taste of field rations, then the possibility of human children whose living standards have always been relatively good to accept those things will only be even lower.
Food that is difficult to eat not only kills the appetite, but also delays the reduction of the weight of the backpack. The behavior of controlling food intake further aggravates fatigue. If it were not for the support of the spirit of refusing to admit defeat, the fatigue accumulated after two days of walking with heavy weights will be covered with blood on the soles of the feet.
The pain released by the bubbles had already overwhelmed him.[
Dragging his tired body, Roland once again climbed to the top of the hill. He put his hands on the ground and exhaled hot exhaust gas. His breathing gradually subsided and began to become steady as the fierce beating in his chest subsided. He even complained about "Why do I have to do this kind of thing?"
I couldn't muster up the energy and strength to produce it. I waited for the dispersed physical strength to gather again little by little. The dizziness that almost took away my consciousness gradually receded from my body. After my dim vision was once again filled with the various colors illuminated by the sun, I knelt down.
The boy who was panting on the ground propped himself up and looked at the distant scenery ahead.
The extreme feeling of long journey, the attack of wild beasts, the unpalatable food - after two days that are difficult to describe in words, the boy who saw the scenery on the other side stood blankly on the top of the hill, his will no longer accepted the restraint of reason, and he allowed his emotions to
The bursting wave washes over the body that is on the verge of reaching its limit.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
The lips that shook and trembled with the body showed an incredible slit, and the monotonous syllables released emotional impact. The vision blurred, and hot liquid overflowed from the eye sockets, leaving a trail of water on the red cheeks that sent out bursts of pain.
, turbid hot tears gathered at the tip of his chin, dripping down like a broken line, smashing to pieces on the ground, and being swallowed up by the northern land where the boy stood.
Roland was crying, but he was not crying because of his efforts to save the lives close at hand, nor was he crying because of being held in Brynhil's arms and liberating the despair in his heart.
Be happy about the fact that you are alive, and be sure that the world is not just filled with loneliness and feel limited joy.
What Roland saw was a lonely mill in the distance, and the slowly rotating windmill marked the sign of human existence.
It's not yet certain whether there are humans inside. I just saw the products of human civilization and saw the thing rotating. That's all.
Roland shed tears of joy when he understood that he was not the only one in this vast land, but that there were human beings who could communicate and talk to each other and comfort each other.
I wiped my face carelessly a few times, and my face, painted with dust and tears, became a bit sloppy and funny due to the travel dust and tears. I couldn't care less about the embarrassment, and even the exhaustion of the trip, the painful pain in the soles of my feet, and the heavy luggage were all forgotten.
Finally, Roland rushed down the hillside like flying.
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The running windmill makes a unique "creaking" sound from aged wood. The wooden gear shaft that was replaced a few years ago or more than ten years ago has long passed the time when it needs to be replaced. This is probably because the owner of the household has on hand.
Due to financial constraints, it is still due to the small family spirit of "putting off replacing accessories as long as possible until they can no longer be used". The barely usable gear shaft transmits the power of the wind-driven blades to the stone mill at the bottom, two thick flat cylindrical stones.
The blocks are driven to rotate and rub against each other tirelessly, and various grains are continuously ground into fine powders.
The nimble and strong legs that are so light and reminiscent of a deer are particularly eye-catching in the performance that is filled with the same noise. Although it is not a dance that is dignified, virtuous and elegant, it is the beauty of labor.
The charm and the naturally symmetrical and slender lines together draw the unique and temperamental pace of the beautiful and gentle herbivorous beast...)