Although it was already May, there was no sign of spring snowmelt in the mountains of Ambarino. Instead, there was a mighty snowstorm that had never happened in a century. Even the elderly who had lived in this area for decades
, will also express with certainty that he has never encountered a snowstorm of this scale in his life.
Perhaps it was the blizzard that was driving them to death, or perhaps they could no longer stand the increasingly severe bitter cold in the northern mountains. Many people who originally lived in this area have moved sooner or later. After all, the warmer areas in the south are more suitable.
Settling down. Those who still stay in such a place during this season are either unable to leave due to various reasons, or there are some reasons that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.
Evening, Coulter Village.
This abandoned mining town has been deserted for a long time. Although a year ago today, it was still a stronghold of the notorious Skinners Brothers, but they had left here long before winter came. This is reasonable.
, after all, animals have always had a better sense of weather than humans.
But today, there are rarely visitors here.
With a "bang" sound, the narrow door of the abandoned hut was violently pushed open, and what came into the house with the howling wind and snow was a tall man carrying something and a long gun on his back.
This man wore a strange-looking deerskin hat, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick cashmere coat. The high collar of the coat covered his mouth and nose, and only a pair of green eyes were shining with energy. This man was full of energy.
When he entered the house, he put the things on his shoulders on the floor, turned around, and closed the door again with great effort. After doing this, he began to tinker with the fireplace in the house that had not been used for almost a year.
, not long after, the hut was enveloped in the warm light of the fire.
As if he felt that the cold was gradually being dissipated, the man also took off his hat and opened his clothes, revealing a head of messy long light golden hair, a high bridge of nose and a strong chin with stubble. Although it was red, purple and rough from the cold
His skin, forced slovenliness in this environment, and height of at least six feet made him look at least thirty years old, but the curiosity in his eyes that belonged only to young people was incompatible with his mature appearance.
If they are ordinary young people who lack experience, when they finally save a small life from a snowstorm that has not happened in a hundred years and have been busy for a while to warm up their bodies, then they will immediately find someone who can help them.
He lay down on his back to dispel the fatigue in his body, but this person was obviously much stronger than this kind of person, because he just took a breath and took off the backpack that he had been carrying on his shoulders.
He picked up the gun and began to work on the things he had just carried.
At this time, through the light of the fire, it was possible to see that what this man carried on his back turned out to be a deer. The species of deer was not unusual, it was the most common white-tailed deer on this continent. This white-tailed deer looked like it had just grown up, and for a deer
As far as the deer is concerned, this is the best time of its life. Its eyes were shattered by bullets, and its blurred flesh and blood had long been frozen solid by the terrible wind and snow. Other than that, there were no other wounds on its body.
Laying the deer carcass flat in front of the fireplace, the man took out a polished hunting knife from his waist and began to work. Skinning, eviscerating, and cutting up the deer meat, his techniques were extremely skillful, as if he had been doing this before wandering in the snowy fields.
It's like a butcher's trade. The sound of the cutting knife, the ticking of semi-coagulated blood, and the breathing of a man with no trace of time gradually drowned out the roar of the wind and snow outside. After a while, these sounds of the wind and snow were drowned out.
The sounds disappeared, replaced by the alluring sounds of raw meat roasting on the flames, and the salivating sounds of people.
The night has deepened, and the snowstorm has become more violent than during the day. It is like a ferocious beast that has escaped from trouble, venting its anger wantonly. If these houses built in the snowfield had not withstood the test, I am afraid they would have been destroyed by this ferocious beast.
The beast's power turned it into pieces of wood and debris.
If the world outside the door is a hell of ice and snow, then the world inside the door is a paradise of food, clothing and brightness. At this time, a long-haired man with light blond hair and green eyes was sitting in front of the fireplace with his legs bent, chewing with relish
What, he was writing something with charcoal in a small book with a gray cover. The heavy boots, which had been soaked by the old snow on the mountain, were placed neatly near the fireplace. What took its place was a pair of charcoal pencils.
Zhang Shangliu wore a bloody deerskin; the cashmere coat, which seemed to be able to withstand the wind and snow, was covering the man's body, perfectly covering his tall and thin body in its warmth.
The man wrote for a while and seemed to feel a little tired, so he put down the charcoal, brought the coffee cup not far away to his lips, took a sip, and then continued to immerse himself in the sentence he was writing. It is worth noting that he
The written text is not the universal script of this continent, but a square script similar to that from the ancient East, which looks very strange.
“May 1899, weather: blizzard
Starting from today, I plan to write something every day if I can. It’s been a long time since I’ve used Chinese characters, and I feel a clear sense of strangeness when I hold the pen to write. Of course, this may also be because the charcoal pen is really not easy to use.
Well, when I get to a civilized society, I will definitely have to buy a fountain pen. Although it stands to reason that the fountain pens of this era are more backward and troublesome than the world I used to live in, they are at least much easier to use than charcoal pens.
It has been a year since I came to this world. Not much has happened in this year. After all, I just spent a year on a small farm in the ice and snow. Speaking of which, I can’t help but think about the things that have happened here.
The owners of the small farm, Mr. and Mrs. Adler, expressed their gratitude. If it weren't for them, I might have frozen to death in this white barren mountain a year ago.
Although life on the Adler Ranch is boring, it is fortunately very fulfilling. With the help of Mr. Jack, the boss and teacher, I believe that I have at least become a qualified herder. However, compared to doing odd jobs on the ranch,
I still prefer to hunt with Ms. Shadi in the nearby mountains. I admire Ms. Shadi’s shooting skills, and even more admire her bravery and strength. It is no exaggeration to say that they taught me how to live in this still wild country.
There are certain skills that I should have when I was young. It is these skills that helped me get here alive even when I was lost in the snowstorm, and still have the strength to write this article in the language of my hometown.
As for why I came to this era of the Wild West, I still haven’t figured it out. I only remember that I was nesting in my bedroom at the time, playing the online mode of "Red Dead Redemption 2". At that time
My delivery carriage is only 0.01 spaces away from the finish line. I only need to press the shift key for 0.01 seconds more and I will be able to earn another $650. Who would have thought that there would be a sudden thunder outside and a Kucha would bring me into the house?
All the bright things were turned black - maybe including myself, I'm really not sure. In short, when I woke up, I was lying in the Adlers' house, and my whole body became what it is now.
Blonde hair and green eyes. You know, it took me a long time to adapt to the change in appearance, but I am still very satisfied with the height of this body. At least it is much better than my previous height, which was not much different from short and short.
After I determined my location and the exact time, I started counting the days. After all, although I never paid attention to the specific month and day in the online mode, I definitely remembered that the Van der Linde Gang would be in
I came to Coulter Village in May 1899, so around the end of April, I said goodbye to the Adlers and prepared to go to Coulter Village in advance to wait for their arrival.
I know what happened to Mr. Jack, so I once tried to persuade them to move to a warmer place in the south. At least there, the young couple could live more comfortably, but how can I put it, Mr. Jack seems to be indifferent to this bird.
Snow Mountain has some inexplicable feelings. No matter how much I tried to persuade him, he could not change his mind. As for Mrs. Adler, this legendary figure whom we dubbed the 'Valkyrie of the West' was a docile creature in front of her husband.
The little kitten did not have the murderous intent and sharpness when she shot at the skinned brothers. She always obeyed her men. I had no choice but to tell them to be careful before leaving like an old lady with a loud mouth.
Strangers, if something happens, you must give priority to saving your life. I will not leave until they are tired of talking about it. I don’t know if this can save Mr. Jack’s life. In the end, many things can only be left to the discretion of others.
It's just destiny.
If I use the language of the game to describe it, it would be that it was only then that I finished the cutscenes of the plot animation and really started to operate the characters by myself. But in fact, reality is far more difficult than the game. At least, you are
In the game, you can open the map UI and switch to third person. There is always a small dot on your screen to help you aim. When you open the map, you can not only see where you are immediately, but also plan the route to your destination immediately.
Safe route, without these assistance from the system, this game called "Red Dead Redemption 2: Redemption - Earth OL Remastered Edition" can be said to have greatly improved the immersion and authenticity, while also increasing the difficulty exponentially.
The curve has skyrocketed. Not to mention that I am only a mortal now. If I don't pay attention, I will be struck down by inexplicable illnesses.
I have always had great trust in the medical level in the game. In the past, there was the Los Santos Hospital, which could resurrect you with full health even if it turned into ashes as long as you had money in your account. Later, there was the Great Western Hospital, which could resurrect any problem with a bottle of medicine, except tuberculosis.
Bloody, but in the real West, people are like machines working hard without maintenance measures. If any part fails, it will be a big problem.
Although I was very careful, I still made a fatal mistake at the beginning - getting lost. Although the map given to me by the Adlers was very detailed, I still misidentified the direction and was stuck in the vast white snow.
I went around and around in the mountains for a long time before I found the right road. Now that I think about it, I feel so stupid. God knows how I walked all the way here on two legs in the mountains. Now I can only
I'm glad that my fate was different from that of the Morien man I found on Mount Hagen. By the way, I took his helmet with me. I remember that this thing in the game can protect against headshots. I don't know if it's true.
Although I don't want to try it, I originally wanted to take his armor with me, but it is too heavy. In this freezing weather, whether I am carrying this armor or wearing this
Even the suit of armor cannot escape the fate of freezing to death from exhaustion. Even so, I still struggled with my inner collecting addiction before I decided to give up. I could only roughly mark the location on the map. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will do it again.
Went there for a visit.
If these words of mine are fortunate enough to be seen by others, then I think readers will definitely ask me why I don’t ride a horse. I can only say that I did ride a horse when I first came out. Mr. Jack very generously lent me his own horse.
After I, this trusty chestnut Morgan horse, accompanied me on a long journey, we were unfortunately attacked by a pack of wolves, and the outcome was obvious. I was the only one who survived. I don’t want to think of the scene where he was eaten.
,So, let’s stop this topic.
You may be curious about this Germanic person (perhaps a Nordic, who knows, who knows, anyway, about this body’s past) holding a charcoal pen and writing a lot of long-winded words in simplified Chinese that does not belong to this era.
I don’t know anything about it, and I’m also very confused as to why as a soul piercer, I don’t have the original memory of this body. It may be because this person has been dead for a long time.) Who is it? Actually, to be honest, I
Not sure, not to mention that I know nothing about the past of this body, even the memory of my previous life is still unclear. My current name is Brandy Munny.
I named it myself, and I feel that it is similar to the seven-year-old God of Death in Japan. I guess I may give myself many names in the future, but I think it is not bad to just use this name as my real name in this world.
Maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve written Chinese characters, or maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve spoken normally. I wrote a little too much this time, but that’s okay, after all, I’m not just writing about today’s events. I don’t know if I can really keep this up.
Although I am much more diligent than before, to be honest, I am still lazy in many aspects."
After writing so many words in one breath, Brandi Munny finally stopped writing, looked at the almost bald charcoal pen in her hand, shook her head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that the next time I write a diary, I don't know what time it will be."
When is it?"
The firewood was burning and crackling. Outside the door, the wind and snow kept stopping, and the sobbing continued. This chapter has been completed!