Lord Helanza

He Boqiang woke up from his dream, and at first glance he saw a blond man carrying a bloody dagger in his hand, squatting in front of him and giggling at him.

Lying on my back on the grass, with a splitting headache, I want to struggle to sit up, but I don’t have any strength. The surrounding is full of horse dung and blood. He Boqiang wants to ask if this is Where, but somehow, it was like an apple was stuffed in my throat, I couldn't say anything, even some cramps.

The man with the dagger moved towards He Boqiang and said a series of strange language. Seeing that his face was covered with purple black mucus, it seemed that there was no malice.

The huge rumbling sound made the land tremble. A small hill-like giant rhino appeared in He Boqiang’s field of vision. This rhino had two giant rhino horns on its head, the longest one. The root is more than two meters long, its muddy eyes look as big as a washbasin, and its huge nostrils can be stuffed into a basketball. There are several heavy chains tied to its body, and the huge wooden boxes are like packages. Hang on those chains.

'Bang... Bang... Bang'

Looking at the giant rhinoceros passing by, four thick thighs stomped a series of deep pits in the mud.

Only in a dream, would I want to say that there is speechless, and only in a dream, would I see so many bizarre and motley things......

He Boqiang lying on the grass Shang tried to take two deep breaths, although his chest felt like a huge stone was pressed, causing his entire lungs to be hot and painful, but he only regarded it as a dream, and then tried to close his eyes.

It is not darkness that just closes my eyes, nor does he wake up from his sleep.

He found himself floating in an empty space, with countless stars shining around his body.

While he was floating in the sky and looking around blankly, countless pieces of snowflake-like scraps of paper fell one after another, each piece of paper resembled a Fire Insect in the summer night Flying back and forth continuously with his body.

He subconsciously extended the hand and touched a piece of shredded paper floating in front of him, and a strange feeling like an electric current flowed into his mind from the tip of his finger.

That's...a piece of clear or fuzzy photos, like some intermittent and inconsistent film films, those pictures can be connected together to form a dynamic picture, just the image in the picture It's even more strange.

He Boqiang touched a few flying shreds of paper again, and these pieces of paper would immediately disappear when they touched his hands.

And each piece of flying shredded paper has only a brief image, these images look more like memories, but now it is continuously integrated into He Boqiang's mind, making him miserable.

I heard that if people sleep too dead, they are easily trapped in certain terrifying nightmares. At this time, you can give yourself some psychological hints and then force yourself to wake up.

He Boqiang wanted to give himself a big mouth so that he could wake up quickly. He raised his hand and slapped himself fiercely, but his palm passed through his face. It seemed that he was still In the dream.

At this time, many memory fragments have flown into He Boqiang's body. Although he has not figured out all of this for the time being, he is accepting the knowledge at an unimaginable speed. Of course there is. The fastest to master is the weird language. Although these languages ​​are also emitted from the throat, it is obvious that these voices are different from the way He Boqiang used to speak.

When he was in school, He Boqiang's biggest headache was foreign language classes. Now he is forced to learn foreign languages ​​in such a weird way. Fragments of memories flood into his head. The effect is surprisingly good.

I felt someone slap him on the face, and heard someone calling him in a weird accent.

He Boqiang was overjoyed. The memory fragments of the void disappeared little by little. He forced himself to open his eyes again...

This time, what appeared in He Boqiang's field of vision was actually A group of soldiers wearing European medieval armors and blond men were also among them...

...

Surdak squatted beside He Boqiang, heartlessly saying to his companions: " Isn't he stupid?"

He Boqiang actually understood the man's language.

'You are stupid, your whole family is stupid! '

He Boqiang wanted to spray it back loudly, but these words reached his mouth and stuck in his throat again, but he couldn't make any sound, as if the vocal cords in his throat couldn't make these at all. The tone comes.

It feels like being hit by a car, and the skeleton of the whole body is like falling apart. With bursts of severe pain, with pulse beating, coming up from time to time, He Boqiang feels that he may be able to do it again at any time. Fainted, this feeling didn't seem like a dream.

All of this just now makes me unacceptable.

……

Surdak, veteran Sam and ten other comrades in arms belong to the 4th Battallion, 6th Platoon and 2nd Squad of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment.

Sam is the Captain of the second squad.

Surdak is the second squad Vice Captain because of his excellent peeling skills.

While Surdak was cleaning the battlefield in the woodland on the northern slope, he found the dying He Boqiang under the body of devil.

It’s just that He Boqiang does not have an identity plate, which means that He Boqiang does not have any identity, and he is not wearing the costume of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry. Even the weapon and shield are all lost. Such a person is impossible. It was the warrior of the 57th regiment, so the fourth battallion logistics staff did not want He Boqiang to occupy a limited number of pallets.

The fourth battallion logistics staff advocated a simple dressing for He Boqiang, and then placed him under the big tree on the edge of the battlefield. If he has comrades in arms, it is very likely that he will turn back and look for him... When he said these things, the logistics staff was also very emboldened.

After all, the fourth battallion is responsible for cleaning the battlefield in the rear. The main responsibility is to dispose of these leftover corpses. Every pallet is filled with materials to be transported back to the camp. There is no way for such a wounded person. He was piled with the corpse and could not be tied to the back of Thunder Rhinoceros like cargo, which forced the logistics staff to abandon the unidentified He Boqiang.

After saying these words, the logistics staff also looked sullen. He saw that the warriors of the second squad had no one to refute, and while someone greeted him from a distance, he patted the dirt on his buttocks, Turn around and walk away quickly.

"I knew that Geist would not care about this. The stingy guy would rather use a cart to pull back some valuable wood."

Surdak glanced at Captain Sam, Waiting for Captain to make a decision.

Captain Sam reached out and rolled He Boqiang’s eyelids, and found that his eyes could move back and forth with his fingers, and his fingers were close to his eyeballs. There was obvious fear in his eyes, so he did it. He came to this conclusion: "He may be a dumb, you think he is not a fool."

Surdak cut the blood-stained clothes on He Boqiang with a skinning knife, and treated him with a bandage. He said to Captain Sam, "We don’t know the name of the team he belongs to, what should we do?"

Captain Sam is a 15-year military veteran and checked some of He Boqiang’s body. Sighed said: “It’s all hurt like this. It’s no different from killing him if you don’t take him back to the camp. Regardless of the shit of the logistics staff, we just need to know that he is from the Grimm Empire. As for his Identity or something, that’s a matter for the Ministry of Logistics and Government Affairs. We can’t let him live and fend for himself here."

Surdak said, "That’s right, I’m going to work as a second stretcher."

Sam grabbed Surdak and said to him: "You are here to collect devil materials for us. After cleaning the battlefield this time, whether we can drink and eat meat or eat chafing vegetables is up to you. The harvest, there is a devil corpse in front of you, hurry up and peel off the useful black devil skin. Jeronnan, you go to chop the wood to make a stretcher."

A black boy who squatted next to him without speaking immediately Stand up, pull out a short blade from the side of the trousers, and readily agree: "Okay, head!"

The battlefield filled with gunpowder seems to have a little more human touch because of this...