Under the setting sun, Pullman stood quietly on the hill. Dried blood stains could still be seen on his armor. A big sword was stuck beside him. There were gaps in many places on the sword's blade. There were strips of cloth wrapped around the hilt.
It was badly worn and many of the tops had been stained dark red.
In the wilderness near sunset, scattered weapons, broken gun barrels, burning flags, and twisted corpses formed a desolate picture.
The rebels wearing white turbans searched the battlefield one by one. If they found anyone alive, they would quickly lift him up on a stretcher and send him to the medical point in the rear. No matter he was his comrade-in-arms or a former enemy, everyone would
Every life is precious.
"Brother Pullman, have we won?" A young man lying on a stretcher asked weakly. His upper body was covered with bandages and one arm was stretched out.
"Yes, we won." Pullman held his other good hand, his words full of exclamation.
"Good... really good." The young man looked at the blue-purple sky and murmured to himself.
"We are one step closer to our dream."
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Continental South, Verga Business Alliance, Hopelaner.
After Lorraine Hill finished dealing with the Chamber of Commerce, he recently had a rare moment of rest.
At this time, she was sitting alone in a small courtyard behind the mansion. The courtyard was not big, and there was a small pear tree in the middle.
The small courtyard was very quiet, and you could hear the chirping of birds. Occasionally, a few flew down from the eaves, landed on the grass, walked back and forth, pecked at each other, and then flew away again.
The girl was wearing a white skirt and was sitting on a wooden chair with a backrest. The position was under the eaves of the courtyard. There were several standing stone pillars next to it. Some green moss spread from the grass in the courtyard to the gaps between the steps.
At this moment, there was a small bamboo basket in her arms, with half a basket of green pea pods inside. She pressed the corners of the pod with her fingernails, cut off and then pulled apart a green fiber, and a few crystal wet beans were revealed from the pod.
Along with it comes the faint fragrance of plants.
Gently fidgeting with your fingers, a few green peas rolled into the palm of your white hand. The peas were put into the porcelain bowl on the right, and the torn pods were put into another bamboo basket on the ground on the left.
Lorraine Hill was peeling the pods quietly, with a few strands of golden hair scattered on her chest. Occasionally, the wind blew over, and the birds chirped and flew away in the wind, and the shadows of the pear branches and leaves swayed gently in the courtyard.
These days, maids have been serving her life. It was a bit novel at first, but as time went by, she wanted to do something on her own.
While sitting on a wooden chair shelling pods, Lorraine Hill slowly recalled some past events. When she was a child, she would go to her grandma's house to play during winter and summer vacations. What was different from her depressing home in the city was that her grandma and grandpa lived there.
In the mountains.
Whenever it rains, she can clearly hear the sound of raindrops hitting the blue tiles. She likes living at her grandma's house because no one will urge her to study here, and no one will stare at her fiercely every day. Grandma and grandpa.
I like her very much and don't give her any restrictions. She can do what she wants.
Whether she is watching under the trees on the hillside, going fishing by the river, roasting corn on the drying field, squatting in the field digging peanuts, or hiding in the house to play games for a day. Grandma, grandma, and men will not say anything about her, as long as she eats on time
Just fine.
Every summer night, she would lie on the bamboo deck chair and look at the Milky Way stars and the moon in the sky. Her grandma would also tell some magical stories, such as savages in the mountains who ate children and so on.
By the way, she also saw fireflies. It was when she was 6 years old, and the fireflies were flying all over the mountains, flickering. She once wanted to imitate the ancients and catch a few fireflies and put them in a transparent plastic bag, and then use them to read books at night.
It's a pity that the stories are all lies. The light of fireflies is too weak to be seen clearly unless hundreds of them are gathered together.
As I get older, I don’t know why, but there are fewer and fewer fireflies in the mountains. I haven’t seen any since I was 10 years old.
As the days passed by, she fell in love with cooking some food by herself.
At first it was just roasted sweet potatoes, roasted peanuts, roasted corn, roasted potatoes and the like.
Later, she learned to use crucian carp caught in the pond to make soup. At that time, she was not very good at chopping vegetables. Her grandma was also afraid that she would cut her hands and would not let her touch the knife, so her grandpa had to handle the fish first, and she was right next to her.
Look, squatting with her is a tabby cat from her hometown.
If you are not allowed to cut and fry, let's cook something. Boiled corn is really delicious, and potatoes are also good. Occasionally, cooking beans makes her feel that this is also very good.
As the peas were slowly peeled, my thoughts slowly came back.
The originally empty porcelain bowl slowly accumulated a few peas at the beginning, gradually increasing bit by bit, and finally filled the white porcelain bowl. As the girl looked at it, a faint sense of satisfaction came to her heart.
She held the white porcelain bowl filled with peas in her hands and went to the small kitchen next to it. This was a small room she asked Chelsea to clean up specially, and only she would cook something here.
Pour the emerald green beans into a pottery basin, then scoop out a ladle of water from the water tank, pour it into it, rub it gently, and then rotate and stir in the pottery pot with your fingers, creating a small vortex. At this time, the fingers stop
Down, and then playfully rotated in the opposite direction, causing waves of clear waves.
After doing this for several times, tilt the pot, hold the round beans inside with one hand like a small dam, and slowly let the water drain out.
With the friction of the flint, a few dry grasses were ignited, a deep earthenware pot was placed on it, clear water was poured in, then the peeled beans, the lid was closed, a few more firewood was added, and the flames
Slowly rising from the dead branches, licking the bottom of the pot.
Lorraine Hill moved a chair and sat quietly by the stove. The sound of crackling wood was heard, and the orange flame was reflected in her pupils. She was slightly stunned.
When people are alone, they will think and think about many things, including the present, past and future.
It has been a long time since she came to this world. She no longer has relatives, friends or familiar faces in the past. Now she is no longer bound by anything, and what kind of path will she take in the future?
Contrary to the history recorded in later generations and the inferences of experts, the great sage, Lorraine Hill, who sent down starlight ten times and saved the world from the brink of destruction ten times, walked with an iron spear in 1684 in the Third Era.
At this age, she didn't have any ambitions. At this time, she just wanted to live a quiet and simple life, and that was just an ordinary life.