How do you show that you don't have it? No, you don't! As usual, if there are those who don't have long eyes, it's better to kill them. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You eat, Windsor, I've already eaten." Ice Blue Orange put on her sunglasses, hiding her nervous eyes. "Try to eat a little, we may not be able to get to the town at noon today, so we can only eat dry food."

"Hmm." Windsor hummed, took off her pajamas, changed into trousers and sweaters, the skirt she wore yesterday was very inconvenient to ride in the car.

Just as she was buttoning her shirt, she suddenly felt that her soft blonde hair was being plucked, and Bing Qingcheng walked up to her, skillfully buttoned her shirt, and then tied the ribbon at the neckline into a beautiful bow.

"Sister." Windsor squealed cautiously.

"What's wrong? Is the bow tie tight? As she spoke, Bing Qingcheng had already tied a shoelace on one of her feet.

It's a little abnormal, Bing Qingcheng has never been so gentle, delicate makes her different, she never knew that Bing Qingcheng can make a perfectly symmetrical and strong bow that is not easy to break.

"No, I'll tie it myself." Of course, Windsor thought it was strange that she had dressed herself, brushed her teeth, washed her face and combed her hair, and even washed her own clothes.

"It doesn't matter." Bing Qingcheng's tone was calm, "I know you'll be dressing yourself, and there's nothing wrong with once in a while."

Want to say thank you? Windsor thought.

"Windsor."

"Hmm."

"When you go to bed in the future, be sure not to sleep too hard. Windsor, I've never asked, do you really want to restore the Ice Sea Kingdom? ”

"I think. Sister! Windsor clenched her fists unintentionally, "I must recover the Ice Sea Kingdom, and I must succeed in building my own unified empire." ”

"It's going to be difficult." Bing Qingcheng clenched Windsor's clenched little fist, "This road is full of loneliness and hardship. ”

"Sister, will you stay with me?" The experience of Windsor II as a human is clearly aware of something.

Bing Qingcheng didn't say anything, and hugged her with open arms. Windsor hesitated for a moment, and hugged him hard.

In her memory, she never really regarded Bing Qingcheng as her sister from the bottom of her heart, not because of the pride of the traverser. In her memory of more than ten years, she rarely saw Bing Qingcheng, it seems that Bing Qingcheng has always been a cold, rebellious, unruly person, and no one in the family has a sense of closeness.

But until today, she finally felt that all the bloodlines were called bloodlines, not just the cohesion of the family, but the temperature when hugging. Even the feelings that can't be expressed in words and can't be conveyed are blended in silent language at this time.

"If you decide, do your best and do it without hesitation. Never hesitate, don't hold back, don't give up. I am sure that you will succeed. ”

The sound of a heartbeat, very sad, like there are a lot of oppressive secrets that can't be told. Windsor was buried in Bing Qingcheng's chest, she wished it would take a little longer, consume all her delicate mood.

She has no relatives in this world, and all her relatives have died in the cruel war. They are destined, and no one can accompany her for a lifetime.

Bing Qingcheng is right, the road to the emperor is destined to be lonely. She stood on this lonely avenue and saw Bing Qingcheng leave her, alone on another dark and dark path.

Along the way, stop and stop for two or three days, the late autumn sky is even colder, the more biting autumn wind blows the withered yellow leaves, the sound of rustling brushes is like countless locusts flying by, and the dry and broken grass stems on the roadside are particularly pitiful, such a scenery obviously does not bring people a good mood.

Especially after seeing the escort team of the Black Iron Empire.

Black armor, black weapons, black masks, and black all over his body. The action is also deathly silent, with only the sound of monotonous steps.

People like Bing Qingcheng obviously do anything superfluous, and they will not be impulsive and impulsive with black iron soldiers, and these pure murder weapon theories. She knew the methods of the Black Iron Soldiers, and these people would shoot first when they faced any emergency.

But it wasn't indiscriminate, and soldiers who survived the battle with the Black Iron Soldiers described that the Black Iron Soldiers' gun team had a cold sense of rhythm when firing. They form a line of three, the first column is recumbent, the second column is kneeling, and the third column is standing, strafing from three angles, high, medium and low, after the bullets of the first team are fired, the third row of the second team will advance and then continue to shoot.

If it was an era when magic was still effective, someone would probably open a magic shield to try life and death. But now Bing Qingcheng felt that all the people with the correct understanding should be like her, standing obediently on the side of the road, bowing their heads, and holding on tightly if there are children, so as to prevent them from making the other party suspicious.

The sound of chains and chains grinding across the ground left a trail of red blood. Walking from the Black Iron Country or beyond, the ordinary straw sandals have long been worn out, and the thin summer clothes worn when setting off have been tattered, unable to withstand the cold wind that penetrates through the bones.

There were about two or three thousand or more people in the procession, and there were no young men, mostly women and old people, and even some girls who looked half-aged, without boys and even smaller children. They wore shackles on their hands and feet that had worn out their skin, and they were strung together with a long rope in between. The old man's face is branded with the emblem of the Black Iron Empire, with crossed upper guns and spears, which are a simplified version of the Black Iron Empire's emblem, although it looks like a circled fork. Those who are relatively young also have this imprint on their left shoulder or left chest.

Bing Qingcheng suddenly wanted to grab his left shoulder, because it was believed that leaving a mark close to the heart was a kind of indestructible mark that penetrated deep into the soul, expressing absolute loyalty and inescapable bondage. Of course, for the proud, there is probably only shame that goes deep into the soul.

Windsor's hand struggled as she endured it so much, and she instinctively clenched it.

The number of black iron soldiers escorted seemed to be unknown, because Bing Qingcheng's understanding of the formation was very shallow, she could only see that even if she raided in a place where it seemed that the black iron soldiers were the least, she would be exposed to the attack range of ten people in five seconds, and thirty people would surround her in ten seconds, and then even if she broke through the encirclement, she would have to face the formation of the black iron soldiers.

At the end of the slave procession, there is a scene that feels very cruel, a pregnant woman with a thin but round belly is difficult, and even dragged forward. No one cared about her, no one helped her, she looked like she was going to faint at any moment, but she kept going.

Because she knew that if she didn't move forward, there was only a dead end.

In the silence of Bing Qingcheng, the long line finally walked over.

Windsor lowered her head, her eyes flashing with obsession. Standing in silence for a while, Bing Qingcheng said tentatively, "Between the Black Iron and the Southern Union Business Alliance, there is a large piece of unmanaged mountainous land, and this mountain is inhabited by a large number of homeless people and wandering bandits. I don't know if Windsor wants to hear it, Bing Qingcheng still said briefly, "In the Black Iron Country, there is an institution dedicated to adopting orphans, these orphans have received professional training since childhood, and at the age of sixteen, most of them will become new Black Iron Soldiers. ”

"Does the Black Iron Empire want to attack the Southern Alliance Business Alliance?" Windsor let out a breath, as if digesting what had just happened, understood what she meant, and analyzed, "It should be gradually encroached, because the current Southern Union Business Alliance controls the technological and economic arteries of this continent." The Black Iron Empire can sweep northward while encroaching on the territory and economy of the Southern Alliance. ”

Windsor's voice sounded low, and she probably thought of her family, the former Ice Sea Imperial Family and its relatives, everyone was gone. In addition to her and Bing Qingcheng, even Alain De, who managed to escape, also encountered accidents on the road, and his life and death are unknown.

But what is she doing now, feeling glad that the Southern Union Business Alliance where she will live in the future will have a good life?

"Shall we go? Windsor. Ice Orange let go of Windsor's hand.

At this time, a gunshot rang out from not far away! Breaking this abrupt dead silence was like a direct blow to the heart. Bing Qingcheng turned around sharply and found that Windsor was gone!

About three or five hundred meters away from them, there was a man with blood on his chest, and another man knelt on the ground, begging the Black Iron Soldier to stop.

Fortunately, there was only one soldier, and he would follow as soon as he finished the life of the pregnant woman in the back, which was originally a matter of one or two shots.

But the bold man knelt down to him. It made him weird. Just now, this man and the Black Iron Soldier walked in opposite directions, although there were no strict rules, but almost all of them honestly stood on the side of the road with their heads bowed when the Black Iron Soldier passed. Including in the time of "Little Money Forest", some people thought that the Black Iron Soldier had reined in the territory of "Little Money Forest", so he pointed and pointed, and then that person was shot in the head.

"Please, she can't live anymore, please leave her a whole corpse, right?" From the head of the Black Iron Troop to the back of the group, no one more than the captain wanted to shoot him, so the forehead of the man who was still alive touched the ground.

The soldier thought for a moment, then turned and walked away. Because the order he received was only to confirm the death of the stragglers.

"Are you okay? Hold. ”

"Child, my child." The pregnant woman, whose face was the color of paper, pleaded in an inaudible voice, "Save my baby......

"Bright Tachibana Falcon!" Bing Qingcheng was surprised.

Minglang turned his head to look at her, and of course Windsor also ran over.

"Save my child!" Bing Qingcheng suddenly felt that his calf was grabbed, and the power was like the last straw grabbed by a person who was about to drown.

Minglang and Windsor looked at Bing Qingcheng, and Bing Qingcheng looked at the pregnant woman.

Although she is now weak and embarrassed, you can still see that she is still beautiful. I don't know what her name is, where she is from, and why she has fallen to such a point. But at the end of this cruel fate, it is better to find the help of a woman than a man and a child, right?

"I understand." Bing Qingcheng suddenly had a touch, about maternal love, and her mother, this feeling was churning fiercely in her heart. "Don't die, I'll save your child." She gently touched the pregnant woman to reassure her.

"What are you going to use?" Minglang watched her take out a dark blue potion, arguing, "Her wound is in the lobe of the lung, if ......"

"There's no hurry." Bing Qingcheng interrupted him, "She's going to give birth, you go and watch around." ”

The amniotic water broke, and it seemed that he couldn't wait any longer, so Minglang stood up and stepped aside.

Bing Qingcheng took out a clean piece of clothing from the storage bag, threw the storage bag to Windsor, and said, "You know you have to prepare such a thing, right?" ”

Minglang has never looked back, and in his cognition, giving birth to a child is long and painful. But this time it was faster than he predicted, just as he was thinking about his own life and other people's lives, the deep relationship between his own life and others, who I am and where I am going, a loud cry interrupted his train of thought.

"He's a very healthy boy." Minglang heard Bing Qingcheng's voice and said happily. "Hey, wake up! At least take a look at him! Hey......"

Minglang immediately ran over, and he saw Bing Qingcheng holding a crying newborn in the high sun at noon. The sun shines on the birth of the new mother, and the bright, soft and holy like an angel descends, shining golden.

He stared into his closed eyes, hoping that the poor man would open them and see her happiness. At least say her name.

"Sister." Windsor whispered, and she brought warm baptismal water. Bing Qingcheng froze for a moment and continued to do what he had to do, such as washing the blood off the newborn's body.

Minglang knelt down and tested the "angel's" snort. He actually knew very well that he couldn't keep it, but when he learned the truth, he still didn't want to believe it and stayed for a long time, until he couldn't find a pulse, and his heart had already stopped.

"Can you still ......" he swallowed what he was about to say, he wanted to beg Bing Qingcheng to find a way to save her, but it couldn't. It's like a drowning person's grasp of a straw that can only save them for a short time, and every extra second is a luxury. He knew that at the moment of being shot, she was already certain of death, and her body was too weak to survive the operation to remove the bullet even if she was not pregnant with a child, not to mention that it was still in the wilderness.

Bing Qingcheng put the newborn next to her mother, and the child stopped crying. The child looks wrinkled, like a hairless monkey, can it really be said to be very healthy?

Minglang picked up the newborn and handed him to Bing Qingcheng.

Bing Qingcheng took a deep breath and said what Ming Lang wanted to say, "Let's get out of here, shall we?" The child needs to be taken to the hospital. Do you have transportation? I have a motorcycle. ”

"Nope." Minglang drew his sword and blasted a pit in the ground. He had no choice but to bury the poor mother's body on the spot and dispose of it when he got the newborn to the hospital.