It is said to be a small mountain city, but in the eyes of Jiang Tian, who has seen many ancient buildings and city restoration drawings, this is just an earthen wall slightly larger than a bandit's village. The most basic form of defense was a low rammed earth wall with crenellations of branches and stones inserted into it, called a dry fortification.
But now these incomplete walls are covered with traces of smoke, fire, hacking and arrows. There are fragments of broken swords everywhere, as well as large areas of splattered blood and shriveled bones and flesh. stains left behind. It is showing the tragic battle that happened not long ago.
And in the inner position beyond the low wall, there are all kinds of ferocious heads stuck on poles to vent anger and intimidation, human bodies that have been disemboweled and even cut into pieces, and naked and upside-down bodies stuck on branches. Feminine characteristics. They all represent the fate of the people who stayed in the center until the last moment and what happened after death.
This shocking scene seemed to have caused quite a physical and mental shock to Jiang Tian, who had always had a sense of alienation and indifference towards this mission. Is this the cruelty of ancient lawless places, and although being a woman there may not necessarily lead to death immediately, it is obvious that the consequences of subsequent encounters would be worse than death immediately.
Although on the African continent, we have not seen all the ugliness and tragedy that war has brought to the world, or the selective photos of local massacres that have never appeared in the mainstream Western media; but the current situation caused by the cold weapon era This scene went even further and once again broke through the bottom line that modern humans can accept.
I don’t know how long it took, but the little round-faced boy who had been in a low mood for a while slowly calmed down, but he couldn’t help but say:
"Ancestor, can you help me restrain myself..."
"Converge, what are you doing by restraining yourself? It's a waste of time, and you still leave clues for someone to track it down? Isn't it better to continue to escape the danger alive?"
Jiang Tian sighed and said:
"But it was Man'er who thought wrong, ancestor, don't blame me."
The little round face said sadly again:
"However, I can do something for them, which is better than transcending death..."
Jiang Tian then said: Because, at the next moment, a new prompt appeared in his field of vision: "Task branch: Comforting the spirits, (Y/N)"
At least for Jiang Tian, it is basically no problem to sing a few lines of "Bharajadhi", "Great Compassion Mantra" and other bad street brainwashing melodies based on what he has heard and seen on the Internet; if it doesn't work, he can still teach him step by step. Let her go to a "pure land of bliss".
Then, when he reluctantly finished all this, Jiang Tian didn't know if he was suffering from some kind of psychological illusion; the little round face, which was originally very gray and pale, and the dim and dusty eyes, all looked like It seems to have become brighter and more energetic;
This also made Jiang Tian couldn't help but sigh secretly: Is this the psychological comfort effect brought by traditional religious rituals of pretending to be gods and ghosts? However, seeing the signs of completion still lingering in his field of vision, Jiang Tian could not help but sigh helplessly again;
The next moment, he suddenly opened his arms, hugged the astonished and stiff little round face in his arms, and said softly:
"After encountering so many things, it is not easy to persevere until now. If you want to cry, just cry. There is no need to hide it in your heart. No one can see it here. I won't blame you..."
Then, as if some invisible switch was turned on, as the feeling on the chest gradually became moist, it went from silent whimpering to purring like a cat, and then to howling that gradually became louder and more intense. And Jiang Tian finally saw the display in his field of vision:
"Task branch: Comforting the spirits (completed), auxiliary mode is being unlocked..." prompt.
"Wait, someone else is here..."
Because within Jiang Tian's field of vision, a group of soldiers dressed in a similar style to before appeared again. Then he let go of the bow and arrow in his hand, and took advantage of the situation to hold the little round face in his arms, put it on a branch of a dense tree, and whispered:
"Hurry up and hide it. Close your eyes. No matter what happens, wait until I make a sound before you can open them."
She didn't know how long it had passed, but when she slowly opened her eyes again, the noises brought by the wind seemed to have disappeared; only the chirping of insects that made birds and beasts stop breathing was left.
At the next moment when she was looking for something expectantly, a faint red outline of a humanoid with an arrow stuck in it slowly appeared in front of her, followed by the blood that was too thick to be dissolved. taste:
"I told you, don't open your eyes if I don't say anything?"
"Ancestor... you? What's wrong..."
The little round face couldn't help but trembled:
"Don't worry, I'm just an avatar at the moment; but it's not easy to find all the pursuers in this mountain..."
Jiang Tian, who shed the last trace of blood as his body was transformed again, also sighed slightly:
"However, two of them escaped. We have to move quickly."
Because, after a series of killings and chases, he actually felt obviously tired. Not just physically but mentally.
Obviously, even under the switch between virtual and real, there are still normal body reactions and weakened pain sensations, as well as the upper limits of potential physical strength, endurance and spirit.
After all, these enemy soldiers are obviously living humans; not the NPCs in the game who don't know how to escape, dodge and cooperate when attacked.
Even if you are stubbornly resisting in a blind corner, or in a desperate struggle, the determination and bravery of splashing blood all over you with your life are still there.
Therefore, in a short period of time, if he wanted to intercept and kill nearly twenty enemies without leaving any chance of escape, it took a lot of sequential planning and effort on the part of Jiang Tian to achieve it.
The result is that the collection of free energy has increased to 0.21 units. At the same time, the proficiency in mastering two weapons, including bows and arrows and daggers, has also increased slightly.
But what made him a little confused was that when killing these unknown soldiers, the energy collected was slightly different, and the individual even gained nothing?
On the other hand, it was when he wanted to deliberately keep a prisoner with his hands and feet restrained for subsequent interrogation;
However, he found that except for the little round face, no one could see him, nor could he hear what he said; instead, he was so horrified that he was scared to death.
Next, clean the battlefield, collect supplies, and upgrade equipment; replace the broken daggers with a pair of sharp dagger-shaped swords, and insert a few spare daggers into your legs;
Then he tied a gourd filled with wine around his waist and hung a large bag of chopped dry biscuits, salted preserved fruits and dried green plums in front of his chest. He once again carried his little round face, which was so light and almost weightless.
However, when he followed the traces of his original escape and walked a certain distance outside the mountain, he couldn't help but exclaimed, and had an unexpected surprise. Because he saw a gray-haired dog hanging from a southeastern branch.
Yes, it was the big dog patrolling the mountains that we encountered before. When I saw it again, it ran away very quickly, but unfortunately the rope got caught on the branch. It seemed that while jumping and struggling, it entangled itself and strangled itself to death on the spot;
You can harvest it right before your eyes, a pile of fresh ingredients that have just expired. As a result, as soon as the rope was untied, it was able to stand on all fours without kicking or twitching, its eyes were protruding and its tongue was sticking out, so it was alive again on the spot.
Moreover, after coming back from the dead, this gray-haired dog was like a Buddhist monk who had achieved great enlightenment. He didn't need Jiang Tian to think too much about whether to make up for it with another knife, bleed blood, cut off the flesh, and take away a piece of it;
As a conditioned reflex that was still full of desire for survival, he lay down on the ground without any hesitation, exposing his furry belly that allowed others to take whatever they wanted, showing a certain sense of natural surrender.
Then he looked pitifully at her little round face, put his wet nose on her body, and sniffed her in a flattering manner, which actually made her expression and face become much more cheerful under the tickling.
Who knows how this thing can detect its own presence and how it can keenly feel the danger; when I was in the African grasslands, I only petted the big hyenas raised by Uncle Black and the cheetahs that were taken in and treated in the reserve.
Therefore, Jiang Tian finally decided to take this big dog on the road. Just use it as a backup ration and temporary reference for walking, and at the same time, you can also put some extra burdens on it to carry.
Well, Jiang Tian experienced it firsthand when he traveled in Africa. The seemingly magnificent and beautiful wilderness is actually very unfriendly to human cubs.
If you accidentally eat unclean things, you will suffer from vomiting and diarrhea. If you get cold in the rain or wind, you will easily catch a cold and have a fever. If you are frightened, you will also develop hysteria, convulsions, and fever.
If hypothermia continues at night, it will quickly weaken and risk death; so at this time, this big dog as a potential backup ration comes in handy.
At least after a simple cleaning, it can replace the self that cannot provide body temperature and heat for warmth, giving the little thing a living warm baby to hold and rest.
