18 The Call of Blood

Hu Che asked Grey, "Do you have anything in your backpack now?" At this time, Gray opened the backpack to show Hu Che, and Hu Che was completely desperate, because in addition to putting a large stack of manuscripts in Gray's backpack, there was actually an ancient "Irada Dictionary" Hu Che: "I said why did I feel like there was a hard thing when I kicked you just now, it turned out to be it." Hu Che asked Grey with a bitter face: "I'm not a sheep, you can't let me eat paper, right?" ”

Grey: "Actually, I also have dry food. Hu Che: "Eldest sister, how can you bring 'bowl noodles'?" Do you think it's hot water on the train? Grey: "Sometimes I'm fascinated by reading a book, and when I can't leave, I just 'chew it'. Hu Che: "You still eat paper." Grey said while rummaging through her bag, "Actually, I was also carrying some things, and I actually took out an alcohol stove from my backpack." Hu Che was surprised: "You still know that Lu Dao has this artifact?" Grey: "Doesn't this go with the bowl of noodles?" ”

Hu Che: "Uh... I see, but you can't use this thing to make noodles for the time being, because there is no other water other than this pool of unknown water, so you should chew it dry! Grey lit the alcohol stove at this time: "Well, although you can't eat instant noodles, you can bake clothes." Hu Che looked at the flames burning in the alcohol furnace at this time, and really felt a little warmth that was dispelling the coldness in his body.

Grey munched on the noodles as she said, "Take off your clothes and bake them for a while, and although they can't be completely dry, they're better than this wet one." Tiger Che hesitated, and Gray took out the manuscript and began to look through it. Hu Che: "I'm really convinced that you can read anywhere." He then took off his clothes, put his clothes on the alcohol stove bare, and then began to check the 'Silver Eagle' in the holster, Gray raised her head and couldn't help but be surprised: "Why do you have so many scars on your body?" ”

Hu Che: "What is this, Long Wen has more scars on his body." Grey: "Looks like you've been through a lot. Hu Che put the silver eagle in the holster: "Almost all the people in the company are like this. Grey put the book on her lap at this point: "Actually, I don't feel like a teenager at all." Hu Che said stinkily: "I admit that I am a rare 'Wu Quancai' in a century" Gray: "It's not about this, it's your character, although you are very venomous, but you are very mature and calm (Hu Che's inner words: I didn't hear it before. It probably has something to do with your experience. ”

Hu Che looked at the dancing flames at this time and was silent for a long time before he spit out a sentence: "Experience? Probably. At this time, Grey's bottle-bottom glasses said to Hu Che: "But sometimes don't be too strict with yourself, occasionally you can also play Lai Pi, this is the right of your age, you have to make good use of it!" Hu Che: "My right?" Grey: "Yes, every age has to do things for every age, you have to cherish the time, but it's gone, like it's impossible for me to go back to my school days." ”

Grey was in an infinite reverie at this time: "At that time, I could soak in the library all day and read books all day, it was a happy death." Hu Che: "Uh...... Aren't girls generally reminiscent of vigorous campus love? You're an alien species. Grey reached out and touched his head, "But your reliable personality as a little man will definitely be liked by many girls in the future." Hu Che's face turned red all of a sudden, and Gray smiled: "Don't be shy!" Hu Che immediately retorted: "How can there be! ”

At this time, Hu Che picked up the alcohol stove and dangled near his clothes: "Hurry up!" Hurry up! On the wall of flames and shadows, Grey noticed something unusual, she stood up and walked over to the wall to take a closer look, "Hu Che, can you get closer to the fire." Hu Che: "It's good." Tiger Che stood up and walked over to Grey with the alcohol stove. Grey: "Bring the fire a little closer. ”

Hu Che heard a tremor in her voice: "What's wrong?" He said as he pressed the fire close to the wall. I saw that between the light and shadow, there were countless dense symbols or words on the walls. "It's... Ancient Irada script or Nien script? Grey was speechless with excitement at this time, her hand stroked the words on the wall and said, "The two are combined, this is the first time I have seen words written in two ancient languages, I am so happy!" So excited! Tiger felt that Grey was almost crying with excitement.

"Let me try to decipher her and bring my manuscript and dictionary." Hu Che: "Don't waste too much time, our purpose is not to archaeology. If it doesn't work, just copy it down. "Grey is now completely oblivious, and she doesn't even hear what Tiger Che says. Hu Che sighed: "Forget it." I'd better bake my clothes! ”

At this time, Buck, who was surrounded by countless Gurada soldiers, raised the "Lebal Scimitar" in his hand, and Buck stared at the soldiers wearing Gouirada armor and holding weapons in his hand, thinking to himself: "Is this real or illusory?" At this point, the Irada soldiers were the first to break the deadlock. I saw them raise their weapons one after another, and they attacked Buck like a swarm.

Buck still stood calmly in place: "Humph! With a cold snort coming out of his nose, his boots kicked to the ground, and he suddenly rushed into the enemy line like an arrow from a string. Countless weapons shook out the cold light, Buck brandished the scimitar in his hand, and in close combat, he did not make direct contact with the weapons in the enemy's hands, but found a gap in the opponent's hand in the dodge and attacked directly. Although this move seems to be a non-stop dodge, as long as the knife is used, it is a one-hit kill. This method requires a wealth of combat experience, as well as a good observation, a flexible mind, and proficiency in various hand-to-hand combat techniques.

'Bayonet' Buck still maintains the most primitive combat methods of ancient warriors on the modern battlefield, he only survives on this high-tech battlefield with nuclear weapons and space warships with the knife in his hand, and he and his mecha also use the knife in his hand to kill the enemy on this battlefield.

Buck always felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness, because in this increasingly high-tech weapons of warfare, he struggled to find a good fighter who could really make him fight to the death, and the enemy often raised his hand to surrender after the gun was snatched away, or trembled with fear, completely incapacitated.

There is only one time when Buck's 'Blood Sorrow' can be rampant, and Buck rarely cooperates with others, not because of his withdrawn personality, but because he thinks that those partners can only hold him back, but this time he gladly accepted the joint mission, also because the only time he fought with the other party in a draw, and the opponent standing opposite him that time was "Long Wen".

And today, the blood sorrow in his body went away for the second time, because now, he felt that he was completely on the ancient battlefield, with no firearms, only sword light, and close combat to experience every breath and every inch of the enemy's movements. All of them roared like beasts in the blood, Buck's blood boiled to the apex, and every time he raised the knife in his hand, the light flickered, and the red blood splattered, and he swung the knife and cut down a piece in an instant, lowering his figure, and the knife in his hand formed an invisible shield in the rapid slash.

Between Ilada's army, Buck and the knife in his hand bloomed infinitely in the enemy camp like a silver flower. Buck suddenly laughed loudly, he didn't know why he was laughing, maybe it was because of his extreme excitement. He has always been lonely, but now on such a battlefield, he suddenly has an inexplicable sense of belonging. What is this for?

Just as he was thinking, the roars, the cries, the clashing of blades, all the sounds came to an abrupt halt. He stopped, and suddenly a few tears burst onto the scimitar in his hand. He touched his cheek, "Why will I cry?" (To be continued......)