The Sea of Fire

Vol. 1 Glean and Collect Scraps (於節,組組。 )

Chapter 2 Nevbsent· Jusdel· Hudy

The largest sand dunes had been crossed by the survivors of the caravan, and their vision was immediately widened, with no creatures to be seen except for the eight of them. This is both a good and a bad thing for them, as it shows that there is no obvious danger in the vicinity and that there is still some distance from Yoshimura. They could only see Yoshimura if they continued to move forward, and everyone had only one thought, and that was to move forward. The red moon no longer hung high, and with the pace of the eight people, it also slowly moved towards the horizon, the jade red light dimmed, turning into a pale red carefully protected by the clouds, no longer showing a trace, and the whole sky merged in the ink. The wind has disappeared, and all the white sand is stagnant at the moment when the wind disappears, and the white sand at this moment is like a tired child, quietly asleep, not flowing.

The ink sky hides the red moon, and the wind stagnation of the white sand. All this seems extraordinarily quiet.

The survivors of the caravan did not have time to feel the silence, and continued to move on, and continued to trek, the desert was no longer as flat as the area they had walked before, and there were sand dunes in their eyes, but to their delight, they could see several rocks and ores of various sizes, as well as a few dwarf chrysanthemum-green saxons and a few garcinia poplars, which meant that they were getting closer and closer to their destination, and after seeing such a scene, the eight of them all accelerated their pace, and their dim eyes suddenly appeared, a ray of light。

Nebu Sente half-crouched behind a large gray rock on the back of a rat, and not far away came a caravan of eight people, looking at the staggering appearance of the eight people, as well as the dust marks on their bodies and the large and small wounds on the wrap, they should have been attacked before. The small wound is not visible, but judging by the large cavity wound that can be seen, it must have been attacked by the executioner. Only two of the eight had weapons ... Before they met the executioners, the caravan should have been larger in number, and there should have been more than just two people with weapons, otherwise the entire caravan would not have come here alive. Based on what she had and her analysis, she came up with her judgment that the bandits could "eat" the caravan.

She looked at the small piece of gray rock on the back of the mouse, and Ander was sitting on the sand, leaning his back against the rock, placing himself in the shadow of the small rock. Although the wind had disappeared, the sudden drop in temperature at night and the thin Li Zi wrap on his body still made his body tremble all the time. The gray rocks of the rat's back almost obscured him, revealing only a slight outline, with a slight tremble. Nearby, beside the zinc-gray rose stone, Both was crouching on his waist, and he was constantly getting as close as possible to the overly cold rock, so that he could better hide him, but this gave him a deeper appreciation of the cold, which made his body tremble like Ender's.

It's not a good sign, they've been in ambush here for too long. The cold temperature of the red night was a little unbearable. The caravan had arrived at the right time, and if it was any later, perhaps some of them would have to leave themselves permanently in this desert of the red night. The trembling bandits were all in her eyes, and she saw and thought very clearly that they had to attack the caravan. She knew in her heart that it wasn't the best time, but she knew even better that they didn't have time. Ander and Both had similar thoughts to hers, and both looked in her direction, hoping that she would give instructions as soon as possible. She looked at Both, turned her left fist into a palm, and stretched out in front of her, giving the order to attack head-on, and then looked at Ender, whose left palm turned horizontally into a vertical and horizontal arc, giving the order for a side-by-side sneak attack.

After receiving the command, Both stood up slightly, allowing his numb legs to relax temporarily, and then continued to bend his waist and quietly walked forward, informing the front of the desert bandits hidden in the tender chrysanthemum-green shuttle and hiding in the shadow of the garcinia poplar to attack head-on. After receiving the order, Ender got up and half-crouched, slowly moved backwards, retreated to the back of the sand dune where he was, and gave the order to the desert bandits who were hiding with him on the back of the sand dunes at this time.

Holding the mutilated weapon in her hand, she bent over and walked forward, she tried to quietly join the frontal attack on Both's side, Both was leading four-fifths of the desert bandits to launch a frontal attack, if he knew that Nebu Sente was trying to join them, he would definitely stop her. She slowed her pace, trying not to let Both find out where she was, and Ander knew she would be more worried if she did, but he was walking slowly on the back of that dune with a fifth of the desert bandits, and he wouldn't know about it. Looking into the distance again, the five desert bandits who were relatively fast had already begun to attack the caravan, and the remaining seven desert bandits and Both were rushing towards them as quickly as possible to support them. She began to pick up her pace as a way to keep up with their sprint.

The twelve desert bandits and Both had already surrounded the eight members of the caravan, but they left a gap and did not completely surround them. When Nebu Sente joined them, only five of the eight people in the caravan remained, and three had fled through the gap. Two of the five had mutilated weapons, and they were the only ones who did not waver in the slightest and continued to resist the wheel attacks of the bandits, while the other three were shaken by the flight of the other three companions, struggling with whether they should follow in the footsteps of the departing three and escape through the gap.

The two men became more and more courageous, their fierce eyes at odds with everyone present, and they possessed a firm will that had been slightly apparent when they had previously encountered the male adult executioner, and even more so when they fled with the taller one, and now it was fully revealed. The two of them had been half-scarred before the twelve-man wheel attacked, and now they were all scarred all over their bodies. One of the desert bandits used his left hand and his scrapped weapon, slashing vigorously from left to right, cutting off the right arm of one of them, and even slashing the weapon into the man's right chest, using too much force, he was a little out of strength, and could not pull his scrap weapon out of the man's right chest in time, and in the blink of an eye, the other person was under the attack of two desert bandits at the same time, saw this opportunity in the blink of an eye, turned around, took a big stride, his hand got up and fell, and swung his mutilated weapon with his right hand to the top of the desert bandit in front of his companion, and the head of the desert bandit was broken by him in a breath, The sound of "click" was so crisp that even part of the top of his head had sunken down, and the desert bandit had completely stopped thinking. And he, in order to get this result, had to accept the slashing of the two desert bandits behind him, one of which almost cut off his entire left shoulder, and his bones were completely exposed to the air, the color of white marble in this white sand should not be as eye-catching as usual, but the honey yellow dust on his body appropriately set off the white marble color. Another slash slashed a vertical scar on his back, which completely stained his back a honey yellow. At this time, the two of them were back to back, leaning on each other's honey-yellow bodies, barely standing in place, they were already unable to move even an inch... At this time, the eleven desert bandits did not receive orders from their leader or any of the two deputy leaders, but they just stopped attacking, even if the two desert bandits who witnessed the death of their companions at the hands of one of them, even if anger and hatred spread from their hearts, turning into dust and seeping into the eyes of the desert bandits. They will die today, but they will not disappear today, they will not.

She witnessed everything, and although she was the leader of the desert bandits, her heart could not make waves because of the fall of one desert bandit, but because the two people who were still struggling to survive had to be shocked.

Seeing them is like seeing yourself at the beginning, Ender at the beginning, and Both at the beginning. She understood the reason why the desert bandits stopped attacking now - two dying people, struggling in front of their eyes, trying to live no matter what, their arms were broken, their bodies were full of injuries, and the dust was not stopping, but the firmness in their eyes was like taking root, no matter the wind and rain, a thousand knives, they still did not move. Maybe the desert bandits will never meet such a person again in their lives.

The other three people next to the two had fled to the gap before all this happened, and they all thought that the previous three had fled this place, and that it was more realistic to escape from this place than to struggle here with those two, and that neither of them could have escaped under the siege of the bandits... Thinking of this, one of the three people immediately reacted - it was impossible for them to escape from the siege of the desert bandits, it was impossible for them to give them a chance to escape from the siege, this gap was a trap deliberately made by the desert bandits, in order to lure them only to minimize their casualties, a small number of people could easily solve the people who gave up struggling and had no intention of resisting, and most of them stayed to besiege those who still had fighting spirit and continued to struggle. He paused and watched the other two flee from the gap, staring blankly before falling to his knees on the sand. Looking back at the two men who were still struggling not far away, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and this uncomfortable feeling welled up in the corners of his eyes, across his entire dry cheeks, and fell into the white sand. Behind him came the screams of the two men who thought they could escape, and Ender appeared in the gap with three desert bandits, four of whom were also dyed with honey, but not from themselves. Ender's face with a few strands of dust was filled with a happy smile, Ender came to his side, lowered his head and stared at him tightly, in Ender's eyes, he seemed to be no longer alone, and the firm eyes that were completely different from the two in the encirclement, revealing unparalleled hunger and desire.

"I... I think... Live—" His whispered muttering was tinged with tremors in his body, and no one could hear what he said. Ander even felt as if he heard the sound of mosquitoes "buzzing".

"I... I don't want to die! I can't die yet! I ......" Before he could finish his last sentence, his voice was gone. His body had lost its head, and it had lost its last memories, and it fell forward, the honey dust around his neck splashing wantonly. Ander threw the mutilated weapon in his right hand at the white sand at his feet, the weapon was firmly inserted into it, and his free right hand held his body, not letting it fall, but placing it smoothly on the sand, and Ander picked up the head that had been cut off by himself and flew away into the distance, and placed it in the place where it should belong, and after doing this, Ander looked down into his eyes, half-knelt down, closed them, and whispered beside him.

"This is the path you have chosen, you could have chosen to die peacefully, but you have chosen to struggle in pain, so you can't regret it, let alone regret it. ”

Ander hid his face, no one could see his expression, and there was the same despair in his eyes as in the eyes of the dead "him", but when he got up again, took off the cloth backpack from the corpse, carried it on his back, and pulled out the mutilated weapon inserted into the white sand, the despair in his eyes would be completely hidden, and he would not be seen and known by others, so he let a happy smile spread on his face again.

Neibu Sente, who was hiding behind the desert bandits, had been discovered by Both and Ande, but these two people were helpless or helpless in their hearts, a leader who never listened to persuasion, a leader who did not care about his own safety, which really gave them a headache. The two of them withdrew their gaze and looked at each other unexpectedly, looking at each other, exchanging glances, both understanding each other's concerns about the woman, and both sighed, and then shifted their gaze to the last two of the caravan.

The four desert bandits stepped forward to besiege, the man who had lost his right arm was gasping with difficulty, he used his left arm to hold his weapon, his fingertips were already white, and the entire palm of his left hand was also dyed with snow white, he didn't care about the strength of his body, the firmness in his eyes should have been stained with the strength of his body, but he isolated himself, so as to be as firm as ever.

"We can't leave," said the other with his left hand to wipe away the honey dust that kept pouring into his eyes from the top of his head, and whispered as little as he could.

"Our mission has failed... But the robes will definitely do it for us!" he lowered his voice as much as he could, but he still couldn't contain the emotions in his heart, and his left hand began to tremble, and the dust had to seep into his eyes.

"We die without regrets—" said the other man, avoiding his gaze and quietly wiping the corners of his eyes, wiping the dust from his cheeks that had accidentally lightened.

"Yes, die without regrets!" the tremor of his left hand spread throughout his entire body, even into his already hoarse voice.

Neibu Sente watched the two of them endure the attacks of the four desert bandits again and again, and launched counterattacks against the four desert bandits again and again, and when the man who lost his right arm fell, he also stabbed his mutilated weapon into the brain of the desert bandit directly in front of him at the same time that his left chest was inserted into the scrapped weapon. The two fallen bodies leaned against each other, and neither of them really fell.

The last one in the caravan soon followed in the footsteps of his companions, and stopped breathing during the siege of the three bandits, two of whom fended off attacks from him at the same time, the other of them stabbed his scrap weapon from behind into the heart of his left chest, and his firm support allowed him to cut off the wrist of one of the bandits who was resisting his attack, but could no longer support him to do anything, almost every limb of his body was covered with scars, his left shoulder and right knee were showing white jade bones, the top of the scrapped weapon protruded from his left chest, and next to his left foot was a hand holding a scrapped weapon with a wrist that was still dusting。 Even though he no longer breathed, his body persisted and refused to fall, as did the bodies of his companions, and their determined eyes, which could not be shaken even to death.

It's been a long time since she's met someone like this, and the last time she met them was Ender and Both. They were not able to achieve the same unswerving steadfastness as these two men, because these two men used their deaths to sublimate their steadfastness, even to the point of awe. She was about to give an order for the bandits to pick up the cloth backpacks and weapons while trying to avoid letting the two people's bodies "fall" as much as possible, but Ander had already given the order before her, and Both and the other bandits did not have any objections or dissatisfaction. She understood that everyone present had already remembered these two people from the bottom of their hearts, with their own respect.

While the bandits were collecting their spoils, Nebu Sente found a small gray rock on the back of a rat and sat down to rest, and everything that had just happened made her have to recall everything that had happened when she had met Ender and Both, and for herself, it was not a very good memory, even a rather bad one. Every time she thinks about it, she will be stunned, trembling all over, and even dreaming of the scenes and pictures at that time, she will be directly frightened to wake up. She gently thrust her mutilated weapon into the white sand at her feet, shaking her hands constantly, trying to calm herself down as quickly as possible and stop thinking about the bad things. At this time, Ander and Both came to sit down beside Neibu Sente one after another, and their eyes flowed with the same memories and similar feelings. There was no word or eye contact between the three of them, just their own hearts.