Lying on the hillside, the dense grass is soft, and the grass stems are tied to the skin of the back, itchy. The sun was warm, the breeze was gentle, and Herman was holding a dog's tail in his mouth, gently moving his teeth, his hands resting on his head, and his eyes half-squinted.

As an ordinary herder in Hyde's ranch, lying on the grass and basking in the sun in his free time is Herman's rare enjoyment. If it was in the past, under the sun, he would run hard until he was exhausted, and then lie on the ground, feel the pulse of the earth, feel that he is still alive, and relieve the longing for his family.

This is 19th-century Germany, with what is said to be the most powerful army in the world, but this strength has been earned by countless people. Including his family, but also him.

When he became an adult, because he did not continue his studies and did not enter the army, he went to a remote ranch far from the city to cultivate enough meat for the huge motherland. There is almost no possibility of going home all year round, and longing is naturally unavoidable.

But Herman didn't miss much at this time, although it had been more than a year since he came to the ranch, but he was not wrong here. Coupled with a ten-year-old boy, it is the time when he will not miss his family too much. So in the dead of night, when you are alone, it is inevitable that you will feel a little lonely, but after the sun rises, such thoughts will slowly be squeezed out.

For the sake of the great motherland, to be able to contribute everything to himself, now it is just a little lonely, and what else can not be understood.

Our great motherland was built by us. This is a phrase often said by Lieutenant Maitreya, the rancher, and Herman has always kept this phrase in his heart.

Lieutenant Maitreya was originally a great soldier, but because he was seriously wounded in the war, he had to quit the army, but the motherland did not forget his contribution and let him manage a farm. This was the tallest man Herman had ever seen, so of course he took Lieutenant Maitreya's words to heart.

However, Herman was still very grateful to Lieutenant Maitreya in his heart. Because Lieutenant Maitreya did not have too strict management, as long as the work was done, he would not punish them. And when they have nothing to do, they will also tell them about the outside and let them know everything that is happening outside. Such a Lieutenant Maitreya is simply wonderful.

You know, he once heard from other herdsmen in the ranch that after many people came to the ranch, it was because of the cruelty of the leader, so not only did they work very hard, but they would accidentally give away their own lives.

As a ten-year-old boy, although he can't fully understand death, he also knows that death is not a very pleasant thing.

Herman is a person who is easily satisfied, and it is a kind of happiness to be able to eat well and enjoy the warmth of the sun. But now, the happy Herman also has a time of doubt, everything is just a dream last night.

In the dream, he seemed to be incarnated as a god, holding an artifact in his hand, and with a random wave, he could take anyone's life. The feeling of the sword in his hand slashing through the opponent's neck and his body falling weakly made Herman's whole body tremble.

Not because he was afraid, not because of the smell of blood still lingering on the tip of his nose, but because he found that he suddenly liked the smell. Salty, fishy, it made his whole person's spirit seem to be invigorated, it was an addictive feeling.

Thinking of this, Herman couldn't help but pat his forehead in annoyance, although he didn't like to study and be naughty since he was a child, he was unlikely to like killing and blood. Otherwise, he would not have come to the ranch and not to the army.

But he once heard Lieutenant Maitreya say that the soldiers who entered the battlefield had some strange symptoms because of the life on the battlefield. For example, sensitivity, such as coldness, such as bloodthirstiness, but these are the symptoms that only a real soldier will have, he is not, he is just an ordinary person, how can he have the symptoms that only a great soldier has?

Especially in order to test whether he really likes blood, in the morning, he also deliberately ran to the slaughterhouse not far from the ranch to help. Originally, he watched the animals he was familiar with being slaughtered one by one, and he was a little unbearable. Today, he suddenly found that his heart was beating, it was not nervousness, but ...... Excited.

Herman was puzzled, but he couldn't talk about it. After all, it's just a dream. said that he was frightened in a dream, and it is estimated that he has even more confirmed his reputation as a coward. The great Germans must not be cowards.

Oh, by the way, this sentence was also said by Lieutenant Maitreya. What Lieutenant Maitreya said was correct.

Thinking about it this way, Herman seems to relax a little. I can't stand the body posing into the word "big", feel the breeze caressing my body, listen to the murmuring of flowing water, insects and birds, as if the heartbeat is connected with the earth.

This tranquil and comfortable state allowed Herman to slowly shake off the effects of the nightmare. Pushing the blood-colored figure out of his mind, Herman couldn't help but focus on the rest of his dream. It wasn't the mighty god-like figure, but the people who attacked the figure, or the weapons in their hands.

It was a beautiful-looking thing, with a cold glow on its pitch-black exterior. It was strange to Herman's eyes, as it was not the same weapon he remembered. A seven-shaped one, holding a handle in his hand, extends out of a tube with a small circle at the mouth of the tube, as if the size of a bullet.

"Is that a pistol?" This is Herman's doubt.

But soon he shook his head, the pistol he had seen, it was the treasure of Lieutenant Maitreya. A short handle, a long and narrow barrel, and a hammer to be pressed. There is a clear difference between what is in my mind and Lieutenant Maitreya's pistol, and it is certainly not a pistol.

However, what puzzled Herman was that the strangely shaped pistol in the dream could also fire weapons, and the rate of fire was comparable to the power. Almost as soon as the gunshots were heard, the bullet came directly in front of the blood-colored figure, and although it was flashed by the blood-colored figure, it left a large bullet hole around it.

Such a bullet hole is not seen in even the most powerful Gatling gun in the Empire, but it seems to be just a pistol.

"Sure enough, it's a dream!" Herman laughed self-deprecatingly, the Empire had the most advanced weapons in the world, and had invincible soldiers. How could there be any place in the world that could compare to the Empire, let alone just a small strange-shaped pistol.

It can be compared to the most powerful weapon of the empire, and it is estimated that no one will believe it. It's a dream, that's why this kind of thought appears.

Although he thought so, in Herman's heart, there seemed to be a faint idea that the weapon must exist.

Every time such a thought popped up, Herman shook his head fiercely, the empire is powerful and invincible, how can anyone compare with the empire. This must be a dream, and the real proof is the weapon of the blood-colored figure in the dream.

If someone could really make such a powerful weapon, why couldn't even a long sword used by a human be able to penetrate it? The weapons of the Empire can penetrate even the strongest armor in the world, and the great twelve knights of the past have not been wiped out by the Empire with weapons in one fell swoop.

So it's just a dream, or it's not that the weapon can't even compare to a sword. Although in Herman's heart, that sword was an artifact. But since it was used by people, and the artifact must have been made by people, how could a sword be compared to a machine gun, it was impossible at all!

Herman smiled slightly, as if his heart was suddenly relieved. The empire is still invincible.

While relaxing, he couldn't help but slowly think of the sharp sword, the artifact. That kind of sharpness that does not break anything, makes nineteen-year-old boys addicted. I couldn't help but grab a piece of grass in my hand at random and deliver it according to the skills in the dream, but the grass didn't even fly a meter to his side, so it fell directly.

"Look, it's a dream!" Seeing the falling grass, Herman didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed, or both. No matter where the child is, there will be a dream of a strong man.

It is hidden in the blood, in the soul of every human being, and it will not retreat or fade. As soon as the opportunity arises, this flame will burn out. This is why whether it is martial arts or superheroes, they have so much influence in the world, and they are everyone's dream.

Since you can't do it yourself, then you have to find a sustenance and entrust yourself with a strong dream. Now that's it, as if proving that everything in his mind is just a dream, Herman is even more lost.

He stood up and slapped the grass clippings on his body. It's noon, and it's time to eat. Although it is relatively quiet in the pasture, if you don't go there to eat, there is a high chance that you will not be able to eat.

Not having food means working hungry, and although the workload is not too large, working hungry is also not a pleasant thing. So every meal, Herman will not miss it.

As I walked, I couldn't help but think of the experiment just now. "I guess it's because I don't have that artifact in my hand!" ”

Herman seemed to remember that the blood-colored figure was also so powerful because he held the artifact in his hand.

"I'll just say, I can do it too, it's just one less artifact! But the name of the artifact is so strange, how can it be called three feet......!! ”

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