In the center of the town, the battle had been over for a while, and a few brave residents had the courage to open the crack in the door, and everything in front of them was as unreal as if Senluo Hell had descended on the world.

The smoke and dust had not yet dissipated, black smoke rose from the charred corpses in the fire, broken glass on the road, burning shop plaques, and the ground that looked like a rain of blood.

No one will forget this night, the carnival of the executioners.

It was a one-sided bloody massacre, not werewolves versus soldiers, but Jack versus werewolves. The explosion caused by the one-eyed werewolf didn't hurt the uniformed man, but only blew up most of the town's largest building, the centuries-old church, and burned a corner of Captain Jack's cape.

The sentinel towers scattered throughout the town were in ruins, some still burning, and the bright flames were especially bright at night. The houses of ordinary residents were mostly undamaged, except for those that were crushed by the corpses of werewolves.

The werewolf's corpse was dragged away like trash by the soldiers, and the streets were barbarously cleaned up by the soldiers, leaving a blinding red glow reflected in the flickering firelight, stretching in the direction of the Iron Curtain in the distance.

Early the next morning, inside the Green Valley Line.

The Iron Curtain separates the forest from the civilians and stands as the tallest building in the vicinity within the garrison of the Green Valley Legion.

The door to the conference room on the top floor was slowly pushed open, and the five corps commanders around the long table sat upright in their places like five steel-poured statues, and the middle one hid his hands under a wide black cloak, and it was not difficult to see that he was the commander of the five. Danger was hidden under the resolute face, and the dark green military uniform looked at the visitor like a poisonous snake spitting letters.

The rickety old man, who looked like a doctor, paced in from outside the door, and there was not a sound under his feet. He bowed slightly to the soldier in the middle, and his withered hand pulled a file from under his armpit and carefully placed it on the table.

"The results are out?" The emotionless voice came from the soldier's throat like a stone rubbing, and he crossed his arms over his chest with a majestic chill.

"Dear Sergeant, hehe, you guessed it, the group of junks under his command is quite hardworking, and they have found something useful from that old wolf. The old man in the white surgical gown rubbed his hands excitedly, a pair of cunning little eyes hid behind the round lenses and looked around, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

"Oh?" the sergeant's tall figure was like an iron mountain, and at this moment he suddenly raised his head, a blood-red eye shining with a beast-like light, and stabbed at the old man like a sword, as if to penetrate his flesh to the depths of his soul. "Dr. Victor, I hope you haven't let me down. ”

"Oh, of course, of course. Lord Tulum, hehe. He shook his head and immediately lowered his head, his unkempt white hair casting a dark shadow on the ground.

"Have you disposed of the bodies of those werewolves?"

"Well, Sergeant Commander should have asked Captain Jack. Dr. Victor's eyes narrowed, and he glanced ill-intentioned at Captain Jack to Tulum's left.

"Huh, Jack?" asked Tulum.

"Sergeant Major, rest assured. Captain Jack immediately stood up, his head bowed, and not a single superfluous word in his words.

Tulum, with his broad palms and black cowhide gloves, opened the file in front of him, and the blood-like light of the rising sun poured in through the iron window, smearing the lines of writing on the white paper.

The room fell into deathly silence again, except for the metal sign of the Josephs Empire in the center of the room, glowing golden in the dazzling morning light.

The rising sun in the east does not hesitate to spread its enthusiasm to the earth. There were very few residents on the streets of the town, and although the army had a high level of execution, and it took only one night to clean up most of the streets, there was still a faint smell of blood wandering around the town, and most of the frightened people were still lost in the nightmare and did not wake up.

The door of a room in the corner of the old town was pushed open from the outside by a large hand wrapped in gauze, and a chill rushed in, and it was evident that the palm of the hand had a thick layer of calluses, and the cracks were like old bark.

"Al, did you send Wolf away safely?" it was Uncle Paul, his voice a little tired, he didn't know where he had gone, and he had obviously stayed up all night. His broad chest squeezed into the room, and he lifted the bucket on the floor and poured a large mouthful, the spilled ice water running down his neck and into his clothes, wetting a large area.

Al was sleeping crookedly on the bed with his mouth wide open, maybe he was still dreaming of greedy delicacies and other sweet dreams, and the loud voice suddenly exploded in his ears like a huge thunder, and blew him up at once. The door had been repaired by Al overnight, and the cold wind from outside the door blew into the house mercilessly, making the otherwise warm room feel cool.

"Ah, uncle, you just came back, I wanted to wait for you last night, but I was too sleepy to hold back. Al wiped the sticky saliva from the corner of his mouth, still a little confused.

"Tell me first, how is Wolfe?" Paul slammed the door shut.

"Oh, I sent him away, nothing went wrong, don't worry. Al got out of bed and stretched, "Uncle, where have you been? How's the situation in town?

"You don't have to worry about this!" Paul's character Tie Qing, I don't know if it's because of the cold or something else, "pack your things, I'll take you out of town in the afternoon, and the carriage to transport you has been contacted." ”

"Uncle, are you alright?, are you stimulated, why did you start talking nonsense?" Al wondered, "Why should I go? I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here." There was some uneasiness in Al's words and a hint of pleading, as if he had a premonition of something, but it didn't seem to be.

Paul didn't answer immediately, just looked at the young man in front of him quietly, and his cheeks, which had been through vicissitudes of life, gradually gained some inexplicable warmth, and even the thick beard like steel needles on his face seemed to become soft, and there was a faint glint of brilliance in his moist eyes.

"There are some things that Uncle can't tell you, I'm doing it for your good. Paul's tone softened.

"I know you're doing it for my good, because no one in this world treats me well except you!" Al blushed and almost yelled, "but I wonder why?" He didn't understand why Uncle was driving him away when he didn't make a mistake. Is it because he doesn't work hard, or is it because the uncle likes Aunt Lina and wants to marry her, Al's thoughts are like a mess of threads, and the more he tries to sort it out, the more he can't figure it out.

Before Al could continue to ask, a large warm hand landed on top of his head like a thick hat.

"Silly boy, don't ask, it's not a life and death, I'll see you again in the future. ”

At this time, this middle-aged man is like a deep-eyed father looking at his beloved son, he is not good at expressing himself, and he can't say those greasy words, not to mention that there is no need to say these things between two men. He knew that Al was not related to him, but he always remembered the giggles he had when he bathed the stinky boy for the first time, he remembered the aggrieved little face he had when he beat Al for the first time, and he even remembered the clumsy story he told when he first put Al to sleep.

Paul himself is an orphan, and for the first time after retiring from the army, the two lonely lives feel the warmth from each other, and the infinitely similar to family affection connects the lives of the two people, and if this is luck, then he is grateful for such luck.

Although he had promised to take care of the child in front of him, he had to send him away today, because some news he had learned last night had made him have to make this painful decision. Although that incident may not be true, he can't take this risk, his military career has taught him that no matter what he treats, he must be foolproof, and a second of carelessness may leave his companions without bones in the fire and sword light.

The lunch meal was extremely simple, two boiled eggs, a plate of taro, two bowls of vegetable soup, and a plate of pickled olives. Neither of them spoke, just ate silently, only the heat from the bowl from time to time teasefully rose between the two. In the corner of the table lay a wooden suitcase lying quietly, silently kissing the ground beneath their feet, for it would soon be running off into the distance.