Winter, late at night, flying snow.
A middle-aged blond man wearing military uniform and pince-nez walked silently in the snow.
There is heavy snow in the sky, and the temperature is below minus 30 degrees. If you spit out a spittle, it will start to freeze on the way to the ground. This temperature is enough to freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures, but the man in the thin military uniform seems to feel that Less than cold.
He is like a person wandering in the cracks of time, and none of the busy universities can fall on his shoulders.
The dazzling golden eyes made him look a little strange walking in the winter night.
Although she is past middle age, her originally beautiful blond hair has turned a little gray, but her stern face and perfect figure set off by a straight military uniform can still make many nymphomaniac girls line up to chase after her, but It's a pity that there are no girls here, only cold corpses.
What was in front of me was a hellish scene.
"One, two..."
The man counted silently and walked past the rows of ice sculptures.
"One hundred twenty-five……"
He walked slowly, reaching out to brush away the wind and snow that blocked the eyes of the ice sculptures as he walked.
"What a look, so awesome."
The man sighed.
He stared at these eyes frozen by the ice, took off the military cap on his head, and saluted slightly.
This is respect for the warrior, because this is a battlefield.
These so-called 'ice sculptures' are warriors lying in the snow.
As if they couldn't feel death, they pressed the trigger lightly with their fingers and stared firmly ahead. That was the direction of the enemy and the direction from which the man came.
"well……"
The man sighed, straightened his back and moved on.
It's just that he didn't put on his military cap anymore, his white blond hair was swaying in the wind and snow, and his stern face began to look more and more dissatisfied.
"It's better to end this meaningless war as soon as possible."
With that said, he took steps again, heading in the direction covered by the wind and snow.
He could feel that someone was waiting for him there.
He quickened his pace, looking at the valley behind him from time to time as he walked. The wind and snow were still dancing wildly in the sky, and the sky in the distance was slightly bright, not at dawn but at war.
He shook his head slowly and continued walking towards his destination.
With such a huge disparity in equipment and combat power, they should have won. He shouldn't have been worried about the outcome of the battle, but who could say for sure about things like humans?
"Are you Chinese?"
The man muttered to himself as he walked.
In fact, he does not hate Chinese people, because decades ago, he once had a close friend who was also Chinese.
To this day, he still remembers how awe-inspiring the back of the man named Lu Shanyan looked when facing the Dragon King.
Killing the king with a mortal body is what he is constantly pursuing now, but he was too weak at the time and could not help at all in the battle to kill the king.
Soon, the man stopped.
Because someone stood in front of him.
This is a young man who looks a little immature. If possible, he actually does not want to attack such a young man, because in fact he has an unrealistic dream of becoming an educator.
But this is a battlefield, and when they meet on the battlefield, they are destined to be enemies, destined to fight each other.
The wind was howling and snow was flying all over the sky. The vision was a little blurry, but it did not prevent the two pairs of eyes from colliding with each other.
One pair has golden eyes that are as magnificent as mandala, while the other pair has brown-black eyes that look so ordinary.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, assassin."
The young man held rolled tobacco in one hand and a match in the other, guarding the gate of the camp.
He tried to light a cigarette by striking a match.
Such actions made him look clumsy and even funny.
The wind and snow were so strong that any sane person would know that it was impossible to ignite it, but the young man still refused to let go. Just like his comrades who shed their lives and blood on the battlefield, doing something knowingly cannot be done, which sounds really exciting.
But in fact it is extremely cruel.
After all, he failed to light the cigarette.
The enemy is already in front of us.
"well."
The young man sighed, "The general finally rewarded me with the cigarette, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to taste it in the end."
He dropped the match in his hand and looked at the half-filled cigarette in his hand with some reluctance.
In the end, he threw away the cigarette like a match.
The cigarettes and matches were blown by the wind and snow in mid-air towards the enemy on the opposite side. The young man raised his head with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
"Come on, I'm ready, assassin."
"Assassin? Is that what you call me?"
At some point, the cigarette was in the hands of the middle-aged man, and he took out the lighter that looked a little old in his arms.
This was a gift from his old friend Meineke Cassel. At that time, he was a slightly immature child like this boy. He was full of curiosity about tobacco and wine and thought smoking and drinking were cool. Well, okay. , and he still thinks it's cool.
"bass--"
The friction of flints ignited the flames, and the wind around the man seemed to be still. He couldn't put out the flames in time until he lit the cigarette in his hand.
"My name is Hilbert Jean Angers."
At some point, the man came to the young man and said in fluent Chinese, "He is the one who is here to end this war."
As he spoke, he handed the lit cigarette in his hand towards the young man.
"Wow," the young man was startled when he saw the voice that suddenly appeared in front of him, but he quickly regained his composure, and even showed a little curiosity in his eyes, "Ignite it? How did you do it, uncle?"
"Take it, it will be burned out if it's any later."
Angers stretched out his hand to signal.
Smoke is something that is difficult to be extinguished by the wind once it is lit. It will only continue to burn in the strong wind until it turns into ashes. Short-lived and fragile, just like the boy in front of me.
"Thanks."
The boy said thank you and took the cigarette from Angers hand.
Put it in your mouth and take a deep breath.
"Cough-cough-cough-"
Perhaps because it was his first time coming into contact with such a thing, the boy couldn't help but cough.
Paired with his tattered clothes, which were not really military uniforms at all, he looked as embarrassed as a beggar begging on the street.
"Really, this thing is not as easy to smoke as imagined."
The young man complained while coughing, "It's choking and bitter. Why does the old general like it so much?"
"Child, isn't this the taste of life?" Angers smiled.
"Oh I got it."
The boy took another breath without giving up.
This time, he didn't cough as awkwardly as before. Instead, he took a long breath and sighed, "I seem to like this smell."
