When He Boqiang woke up from his dream, the first thing he saw was a blond man with a bloody dagger in his hand, squatting in front of him and smiling stupidly at him.
Lying on his back on the grass, he had a splitting headache. He wanted to struggle to sit up, but he had no strength at all. The surroundings were filled with the smell of horse manure and blood. He Boqiang wanted to ask where this was, but he didn't know how.
It felt like there was an apple stuffed in my throat, I couldn't say anything, and I even had some convulsions.
On the other hand, the man holding the dagger spoke a series of strange words towards He Boqiang. Seeing that his face was covered with purple-black mucus, he seemed to have no ill intentions.
The huge roar made the land tremble, and a giant rhinoceros like a hill appeared in He Boqiang's field of vision. This rhinoceros had two giant rhino horns on its head. The longest one was more than two meters long and was turbid.
Its eyes looked as big as a washbasin, and its huge nostrils could fit a basketball into it. There were several heavy chains tied to its body, and huge wooden boxes were hung on the chains like packages.
‘Boom…boom…boom’
Watching the giant rhinoceros pass by, its four thick thighs dug a series of deep holes in the soil.
Only in a dream can one feel speechless or want to say something, and only in a dream can one see so many strange and bizarre things...
He Boqiang lay on the grass and tried to take two deep breaths. Although his chest felt like a huge stone was pressing down, causing his whole lungs to hurt, he just thought he was dreaming and tried to close his eyes.
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It's just that when you close your eyes, you won't be greeted by darkness, nor will you wake up from your sleep.
He found himself floating in a void space, with countless stars twinkling around his body.
Just as he was floating in the void and looking around blankly, countless pieces of paper like snowflakes fell down one after another. Each piece of paper was like a firefly on a summer night, constantly flying back and forth around his body.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched a piece of paper floating in front of him, and a strange feeling like electricity was transmitted to his mind from his fingertips.
Those were... clear or blurry photos, just like some intermittent and inconsistent movie reels. Those pictures were connected together to form a dynamic picture, but the images in the picture were even stranger.
He Boqiang touched a few more flying pieces of paper, which would disappear immediately if they touched his hands.
And each piece of flying shredded paper only contains a brief image. These images look more like memories, but now they are constantly integrated into He Boqiang's mind, making him miserable.
It is said that if a person sleeps too hard, it is easy to get trapped in some terrible 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 mouthful to wake up quickly. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard, but his palm passed through the side of his face. It seemed that he was still in a dream.
At this time, many memory fragments have already flown into He Boqiang's body. Although he has not understood it all yet, he is accepting the knowledge at an unimaginable speed. Of course, the fastest among them is to master the weird language.
, although these words are also produced from the throat, it is obvious that these sounds 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 was forced to learn foreign languages in such a weird way. Fragments of memories poured into his mind. Although he had a splitting headache, the effect was surprisingly good.
He felt someone slapping him on the face and heard someone calling him in a strange tone.
He Boqiang was overjoyed. The memory fragments in 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 a group of soldiers wearing European medieval armor, with blond and blue-eyed men among them...
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Suldak squatted beside He Boqiang and said to his companions carelessly: "Isn't he stupid?"
He Boqiang actually understood the man's language.
'You are the one who is stupid, your whole family is stupid!'
He Boqiang wanted to spit it back so loudly, but when the words came to his mouth, they were stuck in his throat again, and he couldn't make any sound, as if the vocal cords in his throat couldn't produce these tones at all.
It felt as if he had been hit by a car, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart. Waves of severe pain surged up with the beating of his pulse, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. He Boqiang felt that he might faint again at any time. This feeling was unbearable no matter what.
It's not like I'm dreaming.
But all this happened in front of me was unacceptable to me.
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Surdak, veteran Sam and ten other comrades belonged to the second squadron of the sixth squadron of the fourth battalion of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment.
Sam is the leader of the second team.
Because of his excellent skinning skills, Surdak stood out among these eleven people and became the vice-captain of the second team.
When Surdak was cleaning the battlefield in the forest on the north slope, he found the dying He Boqiang under the corpse of the evil ghost.
It's just that He Boqiang doesn't have an identity plate on his body, which means that He Boqiang doesn't have any identity. He's not wearing the uniform of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment. He even has lost all his weapons and shields. Such a person cannot be the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment.
Therefore, the logistics personnel of the Fourth Battalion did not want He Boqiang to occupy the limited number of trucks.
The logistics staff of the Fourth Brigade argued that after Bo Qiang simply bandaged him, he placed him under a big tree on the edge of the battlefield. If he had any comrades, they would most likely turn back to find him... When he said these words, then
The logistics staff were also very unsure.
After all, the Fourth Brigade is responsible for cleaning up the battlefield from the rear, and its main responsibility is to deal with the corpses left behind. Each cart is piled with supplies to be transported back to the camp. Such a wounded person cannot be piled with the corpses, and
It couldn't be tied to the back of Thunder Rhinoceros like cargo, which forced the logistics staff to give up on He Boqiang, who had no identity.
After saying these words, the logistics staff also had a stern look on his face. When he saw that no one in the second team's soldiers refuted, he took advantage of someone to greet him from a distance, so he patted the dirt on his buttocks, turned around and left quickly.
"I knew Geist wouldn't care about this. That stingy guy would rather use a cart to haul back some valuable wood."
Surdak glanced at Captain Sam and waited for the 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 came to the conclusion: "He might
He is a mute, you see he is not a fool."
While Suldak used a skinning knife to cut open He Boqiang's blood-stained clothes and treated his wounds with bandages, he said to Captain Sam: "We don't know the number of his team, what should we do?"
Captain Sam, a veteran with fifteen years of military experience, inspected some of He Boqiang's injuries and sighed: "They are all injured like this. Not taking him back to the camp is no different from killing him. Don't worry about that.
The nonsense about the logistics staff, we just need to know that he is from the Green Empire, as for his identity, that is the matter of the Logistics and Government Affairs Department, we can't let him fend for himself here."
Suldak said, "You're right, I'll be a stretcher."
Sam grabbed Suldak and said to him: "You are here to collect evil ghost materials for us. After clearing the battlefield this time, whether we can drink wine, eat meat, or eat chaffy vegetables, it all depends on your hand."
There is a harvest, and there is an evil ghost corpse ahead. Go and peel off the useful black-striped demon skin. Jie Longnan, go chop down a wooden stretcher."
A black boy who had been squatting next to him silently stood up immediately, pulled out a short knife from the side of his trousers, and readily agreed: "Okay, head!"
The battlefield filled with gunfire seems to have a little more human touch because of this...