(This chapter is not an update... This chapter and the following content come from Tian Dadian's "Four Destinies". I have posted it once before, but that chapter seems to have been eaten up. I am reposting it here because I don't know why the mythical beast came to my door.
, so try to break it into several small chapters and see which chapter will hit you again...)
What comes into view is a reddish-brown world.
The dust flying all over the sky was caused by landslides and building blasts. The surrounding area exuded a unique burning smell of dust and gunpowder smoke.
In the diffuse smoke, many human corpses were lying in various directions. The corpses were covered with spots that were blood. The blood was splashed everywhere, with countless dark red patches.
Most of these fallen people were hunters wearing uniformly black tanned leather and loaded with live ammunition. Various firearms were scattered around them. Even if they had wanted to fight, they had just lost their lives in vain. Those people were covered in wounds.
There were numerous bullet holes throughout, and there was no doubt that a fierce battle had taken place.
But this kind of scene has long been commonplace. It's just a fight between the Jaeger regiments, just fighting each other.
That's how it should be.
But among those who fell, there was one person, a young man who was wearing clothes that were obviously different from those of the Jaegers, a man in ordinary clothes who could not feel the atmosphere of war at all.
He picked up the young man.
The silence turned into tinnitus, which made the eardrums ache.
This young man looked like he was dying. He was having difficulty breathing, but he could barely hear the sound of breathing.
When he was confused, the young man stretched out his hand. As if he wanted to grab something, he stretched out his hand towards him.
His body moved involuntarily and he held the hand. Although he tried hard to see his face clearly, his consciousness was blurred for some reason. The young man held his hand tightly and uttered a sentence with his last strength.
"ran...dol..."
In an almost inaudible voice, before he could finish the last syllable (ph) of his name, the young man fell silent. Like a puppet with its strings cut off, his outstretched hand dropped to the ground. He was supposed to be listening.
There was a "boom" sound, but nothing was heard.
Randolph lowered his head feebly. Only now could he see the young man's face clearly. There were freckles on his face and a pair of eyes that were wide open because he couldn't close his eyes. The pupils were without any luster, like glass balls.
Generally reflecting the surrounding scenery, what is reflected is a face that still doesn't understand what happened. The cheeks are stained with dust and blood, and the brown hair is as red as this world.
The red-haired young man sat up awkwardly.
All I could hear in my ears was the sound of rapid breathing.
I was still wondering who it was, and realized that it was my own breathing.
He inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again...
Repeat this five times.
Take a deep breath and look around you.
It seemed that he was lying on his own bed. The light in the room was very dark, and he could hardly see anything.
After his breathing calmed down, the red-haired young man began to talk to himself:
"Who am I? Randy... Randy Orlando (ndo)."
What is this place? Bellegarde Gate, a facility of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard.
What time is it now? Judging from the light outside, it's probably before dawn, almost sunrise.
Randy sighed "haha" and smiled bitterly.
"The so-called habitual reflex is really annoying..."
Randy jumped up quickly from the bed. This was a basic skill he had mastered in critical moments before. Because he grew up in that organization, he had a conditioned reflex every time he got there.
That is a group called Red Constellation. The members of Red Constellation include the Crimson Chamber of Commerce, Noe Brown Club and other affiliated organizations, with a scale of more than 1,000 people, and there are about 300 pure combatants. It can be said to be West Semilia
One of the strongest hunting regiments in the mainland.
The Jaeger Group refers to a group of mercenaries hired by Mira who are famous for their strength and brutal style. They will do anything for Mira and are often used by warmongers. The Red Constellation is the top hunter group on par with the West Wind Brigade.
Corps. Randy was once affiliated with this organization.
The T-shirt he wore as pajamas was stained with sweat. Randy was about to change out of his clothes quickly when there was a knock on the door.
Through the door, a young female voice could be heard faintly.
"Randy, are you okay?"
Randy agreed with an "Oh", got off the bed and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the dazzling light from the corridor shone in, and Randy couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"I seemed to hear something moving just now..."
The person standing in front of the door talking to Randy was a woman about the same age as Randy. Her long light flaxen hair hung down to her waist and was slightly wavy. Her refreshing face gave people a serious impression. She was relaxed.
The Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard's uniform is wrapped around the back and looks very fit. The uniform is an unbuttoned top and a close-fitting skirt with small slits. The lower body is covered with black tights, and the shirt and boots are dark gray. Although the overall attire is dark,
The small tie on the chest and the wide corset belt are burgundy. This color combination is both eye-catching and just right. She wears a dark gray beret on her head. Judging from her meticulous impression, she is by no means an ordinary person.
"I'm sorry, Mireyu. I was in a daze and accidentally fell off the bed."
Randy spoke in his usual leisurely tone and stretched. The woman named Mireyou had a surprised expression on her face. It turned out that Randy was wearing a shirt and underwear. Her face suddenly turned red and her eyesight immediately
Get away from him.
"Huh? What?"
"...Phew, put your clothes on first!"
Only then did Randy notice his appearance and smiled mischievously.
"Senior Sergeant Mireyu is so lustful~"
“Don’t talk nonsense!!!”
Mireyou's voice echoed through the corridor, and Randy's face suddenly paled.
"It's still bedtime, okay..."
But Mireyou didn't care about that at all, her face still turned red, and she didn't know whether she was angry, ashamed, or both.
"up to you!"
Saying that, Mireyu, who originally shrugged and wanted to leave, turned back.
"By the way, bedtime is over. Call is called in ten minutes. Hurry up!"
"yes"
Randy reached back and closed the door and answered listlessly. He stretched out again and patted his face with his hands.
"Okay, let's work hard today."
The Belgarde Gate is a gate built along the border between the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture and the Erebonian Empire, on the side of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture. Although it is called a gate, it does not refer to a huge gate that separates the two countries.
Open, what really separates the two countries are the towering cliffs and the deep valleys on the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture side. Viewed from the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture side, the towering cliffs on the Erebonia Empire side create terrain that is difficult to access.
.And there is a deep valley blocking it here.
The main body of the Belgarde Gate is a stone building with two floors above ground and one underground. It contains both the bureau of the Border Guard to which Randy and the others belong, as well as a residential area. It can be said to be a place similar to a fortress.
The empire also built a building similar to the Belgarde Gate, called the Galeria Fortress. The two strongholds were connected by a huge iron bridge. The structure of the iron bridge was two floors, with the upper floor for walking and vehicles.
There are railway tracks on the lower level, and you can travel between the two countries through this bridge.
The morning air here is chilly.
In the parking lot on the right side facing the Bellegarde Gate, Randy and the rest of the security team were standing in line. Everyone was wearing dark gray pants and plain black T-shirts, which are easy-to-movement clothing. In front of them stood the direct commander
A lieutenant.
Mireyu, who stood at the front of the queue, loudly ordered:
"Count!"
In the crisp counting sounds of "One! Two!", I heard a sound
"Eight~~~"
It was Randy who made this feeble sound. Mireyou stood still, glaring at Randy with side eyes, and saw him standing there in a careless manner, looking completely devoid of motivation.
After roll call came morning exercise, an endurance run to build up physical strength. The person in charge of supervision was Sergeant Mireyou. Although she is a woman, her combat effectiveness is one of the best even compared to the male members of the Belgarde Gate. So the training is up to her.
Responsibility is natural.
According to Mireyou's slogan, he ran on the mountain road at a certain speed. However, although there was one person who maintained this speed, he was stretching and running loosely. Needless to say, he knew that this person was Randy.
Randy echoed the words "one, two, one, two" to the people around him, while muttering softly.
"What's the point of doing such a thing..."
"Sergeant Orlando! The voice is too soft!"
His ears are really sharp, Randy sighed with half surprise and half admiration, and deliberately raised his voice.
"One two, one two!"
After the training of endurance running and sprint running, there was a short breakfast time, and then the security work of the gate began immediately.