Lord Highlander

  Chapter 2 1. Waking up

  He Boqiang woke up from his dream, and the first thing he saw was a blond man holding a **** dagger in his hand, squatting in front of him and smirking at him.

Lying on the grass on his back, with a splitting headache, trying to struggle to sit up, but he has no strength at all, and the surrounding smell is full of horse manure and blood. He Boqiang wants to ask where this is, but he doesn't know how to do it. It was as if an apple had been stuffed into his throat, and he couldn't speak anything, and even had some convulsions.

   It was the man holding the dagger who spoke a series of strange words to He Boqiang. Seeing that his face was covered with purple-black mucus, he seemed to have no malice.

The huge roar made the land tremble, and a giant rhinoceros like a small hill appeared in He Boqiang's vision. This rhinoceros had two giant rhino horns on its head, the longest one was more than two meters long, and it was cloudy. Its eyes seemed to be as big as washbasins, and its huge nostrils could fit a basketball into it. Several heavy chains were tied to its body, and huge wooden boxes were hung on those chains like packages.

   'boom...boom...boom'

   Watching the giant rhino pass by, its four thick thighs stamped out a series of deep pits in the soil.

  Only in a dream, would I feel speechless, and only in a dream, would I see so many bizarre things...

He Boqiang lay on the grass and tried to take two deep breaths. Although his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, causing his entire lungs to burn, he thought it was just a dream, and then tried to close his eyes. .

   It wasn't darkness when I just closed my eyes, and I didn't wake up from sleep.

  He found himself floating in a void, with countless stars shining around his body.

   Just as he was floating in the void and looking around blankly, countless pieces of paper like snowflakes fell down one after another. Each piece of paper was like a firefly in a summer night, dancing around his body continuously.

  He subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched a scrap of paper floating in front of him, and a strange feeling like an electric current came into his mind from his fingertips.

  That is... a clear or blurred photo, like some intermittent and incoherent film strips. Those pictures can be connected together to form a dynamic picture, but the images in the picture are even more strange.

  He Boqiang touched a few flying pieces of paper, and these pieces of paper would disappear immediately when they touched his hands.

  And each piece of flying shreds of paper has only a brief short video, these images look more like some memories, but now they are constantly integrated into He Boqiang's mind, making him miserable.

  I heard that if a person sleeps too hard, it is easy to get trapped in some terrible nightmares. At this time, you can give yourself some psychological hints, and then force yourself to wake up.

  He Boqiang really wanted to give himself a big mouth, so that he could wake up quickly, so he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, but the palm passed through the side of his face, it seemed that he was still in a dream.

At this time, many memory fragments have already flown into He Boqiang's body. Although he has not figured out all this for the time being, he is accepting the knowledge at an unimaginable speed. Of course, the fastest to master is the weird language , Although these words are also coming from the throat, it is obvious that these voices are not the same as He Boqiang's previous speaking style.

  When He Boqiang was in school, the foreign language class was the biggest headache for He Boqiang. Now he is forced to learn foreign languages ​​in such a weird way, and fragments of memories flood into his mind. Although he has a splitting headache, the effect is surprisingly good.

  Felt someone slapping his face, and heard someone calling him in a strange tone.

  He Boqiang was overjoyed, the memory fragments in the void disappeared little by little, he forced himself to open his eyes again...

   This time, what appeared in He Boqiang's field of vision was actually a group of soldiers wearing armor from the European medieval period, and a blond man was among them...

  …

  Surdak squatted beside He Boqiang, and said heartlessly to his companion: "Is he stupid?"

  He Boqiang actually understood the man's language.

  'You are stupid, your whole family is stupid! '

  He Boqiang really wanted to squirt back loudly like this, but the words reached his mouth and were blocked in his throat again, but he couldn't make any sound, as if the vocal cords in his throat couldn't make these tones at all.

It felt as if I had been hit by a car, and the bones in my whole body seemed to be falling apart. With the beating of the pulse, there were bursts of severe pain, which came up from time to time. He Boqiang felt that he might faint again at any time. It doesn't look like a dream.

   But all this in front of me is unacceptable to me.

  …

  Suldak, veteran Sam and ten other comrades belonged to the second squadron of the sixth squadron of the fourth battalion of the fifty-seventh heavy armored infantry regiment.

  Sam is the captain of the second team.

  Because of his excellent skinning skills, Surdak stood out among the eleven and became the vice-captain of the second team.

   While Suldak was cleaning the battlefield in the woodland on the northern slope, he found the dying He Boqiang under the corpse of the evil spirit.

It's just that He Boqiang doesn't have an identity plate on him, which means that He Boqiang doesn't have any identity, and he doesn't wear the clothes of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment. He even lost all his weapons and shields. Such a person can't be the 57th Therefore, the logistics personnel of the Fourth Battalion did not want He Boqiang to occupy a limited number of carts.

The logistics personnel of the Fourth Brigade advocated why Bo Qiang placed him under a big tree on the edge of the battlefield after a simple bandage. If he had comrades in arms, he would probably turn back to find him... When he said these words, that The support staff are also very emboldened.

After all, the Fourth Battalion was responsible for cleaning the battlefield in the rear, and its main duty was to dispose of the leftover corpses. Every cart was full of supplies to be transported back to the camp. It cannot be tied to Lei Tingxi's back like cargo, which forced the logistics staff to give up He Boqiang who has no identity.

  After saying these words, the logistics staff also looked embarrassed. He saw that the soldiers of the second team did not refute, and while someone greeted him from a distance, he patted the dirt on his buttocks, turned and left quickly.

   "I knew Geist wouldn't care about this. That stingy guy would rather use a cart to pull back some valuable wood."

  Suldak glanced at Captain Sam, waiting for the captain to make a decision.

Captain Sam reached out and rolled He Boqiang's eyelids, and found that his eyes could still move back and forth with his fingers, and his fingers were close to his eyeballs. There was obvious fear in his eyes, so he came to the conclusion: "He may He is a mute, you can see that he is not a fool."

  Suldak cut open the blood-stained clothes on He Boqiang's body with a skinning knife, and treated the wound on his body with a bandage, and said to Captain Sam: "We don't know the number of the team he belongs to, what should we do?"

Captain Sam, a veteran with 15 years of military experience, checked some of He Boqiang's wounds, sighed and said, "It's all wounded like this. If you don't take him back to the camp, it's no different from killing him. Don't worry about those The nonsense of the logistics staff, we just need to know that he is from the Green Empire, as for his identity or something, that is a matter for the logistics and government affairs department, we can't let him fend for himself here."

  Suldak said, "That's right, I'm going to make a stretcher."

Sam grabbed Suldak and said to him: "You collect evil spirit materials for us here. After cleaning the battlefield this time, whether we can drink and eat meat or eat bran and swallow vegetables is all up to you." There is still a ghost corpse ahead, go and peel off the useful black-striped demon skin. Jielongnan, go chop wood to make a stretcher."

  A black kid who had been squatting beside him without speaking stood up immediately, pulled out a short knife from the side of his trousers, and readily agreed: "Okay, head!"

  The battlefield filled with gunpowder seems to be a little more human because of this...

  (end of this chapter)