MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 111
The Bungalow defense line has experienced a strange beast tide.
The first wave of beasts lasted an unprecedented hour, and this terrifying time caused most people inside the line of defense to panic. In the past, the beast tide for half an hour could break through the fortress, what if the time was doubled? An army whose morale has collapsed with 30% casualties can already be called a brave man, but it takes more than courage to persist in a stalemate positional battle.
Although the danger of facing the enemy on the battlefield can make people burst out most of their potential, it also makes it difficult for them to plan their physical fitness. Putting all your strength into wielding a weapon, how long can a brave warrior last? Generally, soldiers may lose their strength within ten minutes of going to the battlefield, and they don't even have the strength to escape. In the past, soldiers who fled back did not mean they were finished. It was more like a signal. The border residents stretched their necks to look at the street, and reacted as soon as they saw the signal. In the cellar, this set of responses is already familiar.
This year is likely to be the first time since the Bungala defense line was fixed here, after a long battle to defend the city, there has not been a single deserter.
In fact, this will not reassure everyone. Compared with believing that the border army is defending, it is more likely that the entire army will be wiped out. What stopped most people from rushing to pack up their belongings and run away was the horns from afar and the red flag on the city wall.
Just like two short and one long animal whistles, the long and short sound of the horn also expresses the meaning of safety, the beginning of the battle, the battle is in good condition, the need for support, and emergency evacuation. The sound of the peace sounded every ten minutes to appease the civilians who knew little about the battle ahead. And the huge red flag erected on the Wenjialuo Fortress can be seen by people on the entire defense line from a distance. If the red flag is not down, it means that the fortress has not fallen. This double insurance made people's uneasiness only stop at the level of looking out of the window from time to time, and it didn't make the residents of the city panic.
Another reassurance came from the Holy Ones, whose temporary residence here (still built, with the kindness of the people, is large enough to accommodate many people) also took in the restless masses at this time and served them warm drinks , hot milk with honey apparently has many calming benefits.
"Let us pray for the protector of Bungalow!" they said solemnly. So people began to pray and rest in an orderly manner under their organization, and the waiting was no longer difficult.
It's not that there are no people who want to make trouble.
Some people seemed to be in a panic, yelling and running around, but before the atmosphere of panic was inflamed, the ubiquitous and enthusiastic urban management appeared out of nowhere, pointing out the location of the shelter for those who could not find their way, and Pick out those who react violently and take them to the Holy One. Those who are really overwhelmed will be channeled by the saints, and those who are looking for trouble will be honest with the heavily guarded pickets.
Why are the picket teams of supernatural beings staying behind! The troublemaker roared in his heart, doesn't the lord not want people with supernatural powers to go to war!
Earl Anna's army also has supernatural beings, but the supernatural beings under her command have never been the main force against the beast tide.
People who want to talk about the long time of the beast tide often start to say "Since Earl Anna became the lord this year, the beast tide is really unusual", and so on, before they have time to draw a connection between the beast tide and the lord's atrocities of dismissing the nobles When they are together, they are robbed by others.
Many saints went to the front line together with the field doctors, and most of the rest stayed in the residence of the saints, and the other half were scattered in each shelter, and there were one or two saints in every place where there were many people. These divinely obsessives who are supposed to be detached from the outside world participated in the discussion in an overly approachable way, and took over the conversation very naturally, from the origin of the beast tide to the virtues of humans, from human piety to the love of God, and used this as a wedge I preached once (it’s still a mission that is different from what the Holy See said). In the end, people were distracted and forgot about their current situation for a while. They all expressed that they would devote their limited lives to the construction of infinite Yamenan, as if they had been beaten to death.
When it comes to the origin of the Bible and Illuminati, the provocateurs who took the salaries of the nobles first persuaded three copies when they saw the holy ones. To play the game of sophistry, they were shocked to find that they were completely out of line with these saints in their profession.
The basis for Esther to group the left behind is not at all the understanding of scriptures or abilities, but eloquence. She very much agreed with what An Shu said: the most important thing for a missionary is not knowledge and high morals, but the ability to adapt, eloquence and face.
As for why the Holy One appeared so timely, we have to ask the spies of Nightingale's Throat mixed in the crowd.
After the first wave of beasts ended, the next wave of beasts was surprisingly small, as if all the lethality had been used up in the first wave. The frontier army who can still go to the battlefield has almost become idle, busy with logistics.
There was a special person responsible for cleaning up the corpses of the alien beasts, and this professional cleaning team swept away the battlefield covered by the corpses. The corpses of the martyrs were collected, and a small bronze plate with a number on the chest was used for registration and identification. According to the will written before the war, they were buried with the martyrs or handed over to their families as a souvenir. The corpses of the alien beasts were divided into categories, most of which were old hunters. The cleaning team dug out the crystal nuclei hidden in various parts of the body, removed the most valuable special parts of the alien beasts (such as shadow antlers), peeled them, and pulled out their teeth and claws. , the meat is cooked and marinated.
Merchants will come to purchase various products of Alien Beasts, and the military agents will negotiate transactions with the agents of the merchant guild to purchase together, avoiding the common loss events such as fakes, fraud, and huge losses caused by price fluctuations that occurred in previous years. Merchants with remote needs can also trade with the military on their own. For example, this year, a wealthy businessman bought a large number of complete alien animal corpses. On a whim, the businessman named Solomon recruited people with abilities who could preserve and restore the corpses of strange beasts, and planned to transport these corpses to the hinterland of Yamenan for exhibition to the nobles who had never seen many strange beasts.
Dealing with dead people and beasts is quite cumbersome, but it is not as troublesome as dealing with living people. The most troublesome part of the post-war mopping up work is undoubtedly the wounded.
The number of people who died on the Bungalow defense line this year was so small that everyone cheered. However, after all, only a small number of them survived the ferocious beast tide, and most of the frontier troops were still wounded. The hospital was built very presciently. Dozens of empty wards were filled up in a blink of an eye. Compared with the military, the number of doctors and nurses was too small to be busy like a spinning top.
The number of healers is limited, and their abilities are limited. The priority of treatment is seriously injured and dying officers, members of special forces, people with abilities, and ordinary soldiers. They are in charge of first aid. It is not their responsibility to save the seriously wounded from the dying line and the lightly wounded who can slowly recover after treatment. That is the job of the doctors. After the war, the ward was full of people who couldn't get better or die, and it was quite lively.
Veterans who are enjoying medical treatment for the first time look fresh in everything, hey, this bed is so soft! Will my legs grow crooked if the planks and mud stick to them? What are you holding, doctor? Ouch, why did you stab me!
Some people stay restless in bed, thinking that it is not alpha to lie flat to recuperate after a broken rib, and try to "escape from prison", but are reprimanded by the doctor for a while, and then screamed by the bone setting disinfection. The wounded soldiers only dared to whisper a few words in private that the doctors and nurses were too cruel, but anyone who had undergone a physical examination felt a little embarrassed by these cultural people in white coats.
Besides, they don't really hate doctors and the current situation.
Doctors do not have supernatural powers, and some of the things they do seem to be easy to learn. Those who deal with bottles and jars make people feel very powerful although they don't understand it. Most of the nurses are familiar faces. They are locals. They have learned a few hands from the doctor, and they have a more capable and reliable atmosphere, and they have become completely different from the past. It is said that nurses and doctor apprentices (called "medical students") are now recruiting people, and many people have already begun to think about sending their children there. The fairy-tale extravagance of conscription has become a reality, and those wounded for Bungala do not have to wait for their fate alone.
Although it wasn't like the legend that they could be cured with just a touch, they had never enjoyed the kind of noble treatment that could be cured with just a touch. They feel that something is wrong with their great doctor who cares more about their bodies than he does himself. Just like a big bear with rough skin and thick flesh, who licks his wounds after every battle, is suddenly taken care of in every possible way. These rough people who have lived to this age with their teeth gritted in the wind and snow don't know where to put their hands and feet.
Anyone who dares to say that they are shy will definitely be surrounded and beaten.
The Holy Ones often come to the hospital to talk to the wounded, especially the maimed and the recruits who have just been in a war. They removed the outermost layer of white gauze, exposing their eyes. Looking into a pair of gentle and compassionate eyes, nothing feels more at ease than looking into the hazy white gauze. The aloof figure who has been sanctified in many propagandas of the Holy See has become as kind as an elder in the family or a friend next door.
They listen and they speak. They say that being disabled does not mean that you will become a disabled person from now on, and that being unable to go to the battlefield does not mean that life is meaningless; they say that every effort will be seen by God, and that misfortune is not torture but experience... They made many people cry, and in Stand up a little bit after crying.
Like an angel, people say.
The healers who save lives, the doctors who are strict but caring about their healing, the nurses who take care of them meticulously, the gentle and soothing saints, they bring a reassuring color to the white clothes. At first, someone called them "angels in white" behind their backs, and the title quickly spread.
Disability allowances and the White Star Medal representing those injured in the defense of Bungalow have been sent to them. The family members who came to visit the sick always had smiles on their faces. And there is honor. From time to time, gifts such as bouquets or small snacks were sent. The sender did not leave his name. ", so everyone in the ward is eligible to receive gifts.
The vases in the ward are replaced with fresh flowers every day, and soldiers with no stomach problems can eat snacks every day. Although the portion distributed to each person is small, every soldier eats it with gusto. Enlightenment textbooks with words and pictures were placed on everyone's bedside, and the soldiers who were idle and bored used them as leisure reading materials. In addition, cards and backgammon were also popular in the wards.
Then one day the nurse brought a large stack of letters, the notes on the letters were crooked, and the content was in the most understandable vernacular. That was the school's composition homework for the day, and the title was "A Letter to the Wounded Soldier". After explaining and correcting it, the teacher obtained the students' consent and sent the letter to the wounded soldier.
Each wounded was given two letters, and the unequally distributed ones were read out by the loud-voiced nurse. The wounded grinned amidst the compliments, read their own letters and then others, and finally everyone took turns reading the letter at hand.
"'Heroes, you have worked hard!' Haha, the word hero is misspelled." A soldier read, halfway making a joke, and was booed by the impatient audience. "Okay, go on." I Dad is also a soldier, in Formation 12', yo ho! Who's?"
So people passed it around, until a big man with his arms hanging gave a cheer, shouting like he had won a lottery, that was his daughter, he knew that word, and he wrote a letter to him last month. A lot of bachelors made a fuss with him enviously and jealously, and finally lay down on the bed exhausted, trying to recover to the way nothing happened before the doctor came to check on the post.
"It's worth it." Suddenly someone said.
The wounded soldiers nodded and laughed.
The wounded man with the most valuable status in Wenjialuo did not have such a happy life.
An Xu was dreaming of the doomsday.
She saw fire rain down in the sky, fragments of the sky lighting up and going out. A fallen star slammed into the lake, and the waterfowl resting there transpired with the lake water.
She flew up, and the sound of something falling beside her ears was mixed with the screams of panic. Everyone who couldn't fly up as soon as possible fell silent with the great lake. The Great Lakes, once tender nurturers of their inhabitants and hospitable hosts to their migrants, have become death traps.
Everything in the lake is dead, and the birds that escaped by chance are flying around like headless flies. The sky is no longer their refuge. The golden thread piercing the night is as gorgeous as fireworks, but it can make every bird that passes by it fall to the ground. This night was as beautiful as heaven and as terrifying as purgatory. She wasn't the luckiest of them all, nor was she the unluckiest. The spark that hit her left shoulder was as hot as magma. She didn't die immediately, but fell into darkness in severe pain.
At the end of the long night, Anxu opened his eyes at the bottom of the once great lake. Most of the living creatures living around here died that night. She was separated from her companions, and the injury to her left shoulder prevented her from flying. The rich lake was dry and cracked like a wilderness, and the bottom of the lake was full of ash and bones, and she jumped among the dead, full of ignorant fear and grief.
She didn't want to leave, and she couldn't leave. The lost people who couldn't fly could no longer find a way to migrate. She might freeze to death, or be preyed upon by natural enemies, who knows. It's just that at least for now, no animals will come here because of the lingering power of the meteorite last night.
She is hungry.
An omnivorous stomach is easy to satisfy, but this place is as if it has been scorched by fire, and there are no young leaves and berries left. The big lake that used to be able to catch swimming meat has turned into this piece of soil under her feet. Her mouth was blankly pecking at the ground, and no earthworms emerged from the hard bottom of the lake. Her wound throbbed with pain, but it seemed that she had grown an extra stomach, which made her starve from the wound, which was unbearable.
But isn't there plenty of food?
She smells the meat in her hungry stupor,
Most of the creatures at the bottom of the lake had already turned into coke, but some, like her, fell after the lake water boiled. Those birds died stiffly, leaving behind fragrant and soft flesh. In her walnut-sized brain, pity for the same kind was quickly overwhelmed by hunger, leaving only the desire for meat.
She stayed at the bottom of the lake for a long time until there was nothing to eat, including charred corpses, stones, and even the upper layer of lake mud. Her wounds were healed, her wings were intact, and the winter did not kill her. Until the next spring came, hunger once again occupied all her consciousness, she flapped her wings tentatively, and flew lightly.
Her shadow covered half the lake.
This dream was too real, whether it was hunger or pain, it was so real that An Xu felt awake. Compared to being Anna. Sullivan's dream, obviously, is that the dream I'm in now is more like a dream—she means, chaotic and disorderly, all kinds of fragments are spliced together, and I don't realize that I am dreaming, or I find that I am dreaming, but the body can't help it. follow the plot.
An Xu was tossed and turned in a series of chaotic dreams, and sometimes encountered lucid dreams, that is, being Anna. Sullivan's dream. She saw doctors and nurses in white coming in and out, seeing the needle in Lydia's hand, and seeing Chris' worried face. Later, a large group of people gathered around her, talking non-stop with serious expressions.
"...haven't woken up yet..."
"...it's over now..."
"...But it doesn't get worse, if..."
An Xu's brain ached from the quarrel, and seeing someone coming to roll her eyelids again, she waved away the other's fingers and asked, "What are you doing?"
The room was silent for a moment, and after a while, the crowd burst into excitement, chirping and chatting happily. An Xu was in a state of chaos where he was woken up by the neighbor's rock music in the middle of the night, but he was so angry that he didn't care about it, he just wanted to sleep. So she shrank back under the quilt and murmured weakly: "Don't make noise, just sleep for another five minutes."
Five minutes later she fell asleep again.
