I build nuclear bombs in the giant world

Ian was riding a horse he bought from the black market, and he took Cali to a cave in the suburbs.

Cali's cough became more and more serious, especially when he was riding a horse. The bumps made him cough violently. As soon as he got off the horse, he could see him spitting out a mouthful of blood.

When I saw Cali last year, he wasn't that sick, but now he looked like he was going to die.

Ian looked at his haggard look and thought of his past, which should be said to be the days when he was lying in a hospital bed in his previous life.

He had experienced the pain of illness firsthand, and sometimes thought that maybe death would be easier.

What will Kali be thinking about at this time? He will soon be buried in the fire as his substitute.

Ian had no way of knowing what Cali was thinking, and he couldn't save the child. He couldn't even know his own fate. He had no ability to save this poor boy. He just struggled to live like this boy. Only in this world.

But at this moment, a small seed was planted in his heart.

He wanted to change the world.

He had such an opportunity and such an ability. He suddenly felt a sense of mission and felt that it was something that only he could do. One day, the poor children in this land would all have food to eat. With the most basic medical care, they can attend school instead of working in farmhouses and fields at the age of seven or eight.

"Get some rest Cali, there's food and water and I'll come see you tomorrow."

Cali was speechless. He just lay on the grass, looking at Ian's face with eyes as calm as water, and smiled slightly, so calmly.

Ian hugged Cali, gave him some water, and returned to the farm in the darkness.

The next morning, he went to the kitchen to get his breakfast.

Uncle Mitt greeted him and gave him a grilled lamb rib with a smile.

Uncle Mitt is the best person to Ian on the entire farm. He is the farm's chef. He has a big beard and looks chubby. He likes to eat and cook the most, and his mind is very simple.

Ian remembered the silver coin that Uncle Mitt gave him at the market eight months ago. It was a turning point in Ian's fate. He used the silver coin to buy a small piece of sulfur, made gunpowder, and verified Knowledge learned in dreams.

Maybe after tonight, he would never see Uncle Mitt again.

Uncle Mitt is a good man, he is just a simple cook, and Ian does not want him to be killed by the Military Police.

After hesitating for a moment, he hugged the uncle.

"What's wrong? Ian, were you dumped by the little girl?" The uncle laughed.

"Uncle, if you believe me, leave the farm before tonight and never come back."

Ian whispered in his uncle's ear, and after saying that, he took his breakfast and left as if no one else was around.

The uncle stood there confused, scratching his head.

That was all Ian could do, and he was risking discovery to give the reminder.

In fact, he knew in his heart that this was just a little bit of comfort for himself. Mitte had not made sufficient preparations like him, and if he ran away like this, he would probably be caught up, and he would still end up dead.

But it still leaves him with a little hope of survival, right?

Ian still remembers the first day he came to the farm, Mitt secretly hid half a sausage for him and dangled it in front of his eyes.

Maybe one day in the future, they will meet again somewhere else. At that time, Ian will taste Mitt's roast lamb chops again, and they can still miss the days on the farm as they did in the past.

In fact, the most correct thing to do is to ignore everything and just watch the people on the farm die.

Ian abided by this very well, but on the last day, when he really thought that all the people he knew would die, he still couldn't bear it.

But the road was so cruel that he didn't dare to take greater risks to remind anyone.

By afternoon, he had everything ready.

He took Cali to his room, always paying attention to the movement on the roadside, waiting for the arrival of the Gendarmerie.

He went to see Histria and didn't say anything, just played with her for a while.

He flew a kite with Histria and taught her how to play a top. Histria clapped her hands happily and said, can we still play together tomorrow?

Ian touched her head and said of course, if you want in the future, you can come and play with me.

On this last day, he no longer concealed his inner feelings.

Historia is about to enter a life of exile. She will change her name, become Christa, become a commoner, and be exiled among the refugees. What awaits her will be a lonely and painful journey.

So on this last day, Ian hoped that she could have a happier life.

Night falls.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and dots of firelight illuminated the wilderness.

Ian knew that the military police were coming, and he said goodbye to Histria: "I'm leaving. See you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow." Historia waved.

Ian returned to his room and held Cali's hand.

"The military police are already here." Ian said, "Sorry, Cali, it's time to say goodbye."

"I've been waiting for this day." Cali said weakly, he had already changed into Ian's clothes.

Ian took out the knife and pursed his lips.

"Sir Ian." Cali shook his head: "Please just set the fire, I can bear it."

"But... that would be painful."

"It doesn't matter." Kali's eyes were so clear: "And the marks of the knife are too obvious. People in the Corps are very familiar with corpses, which will reveal flaws."

"I know," Ian gritted his teeth: "Leave your brothers and sisters to me. I will definitely take good care of them."

"Thanks."

Ian took all his belongings and covered his mouth and nose with a soaked towel.

He took out the kerosene prepared in advance from the fodder, poured it on the furniture, and started setting fire from the outside.

At the gate of the farm, there were many soldiers surrounding him. They held guns in their hands and held Historia's mother hostage.

A fat middle-aged man stood in front of the soldiers. Histria was called out and was surrounded by the soldiers.

Some soldiers broke into the farm, shooting bang bang bang, and there were panic shouts from the crowd.

Ian lit the match and threw it towards the wet haystack. With a swish sound, tongues of flame rose up and illuminated the darkness.

Fires were lit all around the farm, and thick black smoke drifted in all directions.

Ian took one last look at the farm, tightened his grip on the flintlock gun in his hand, and left in the darkness.

He came to the cave in the suburbs, led his horse, put money, food, water and gunpowder into the horse bag, took a look at the map, got on the horse and headed towards the deserted wasteland.

The destination is the inner gate of Wall Maria and Wall Rosey.