Darkness, chaos, this is the feeling of being wrapped in when I close my eyes, and I once thought that my life force had run out and entered death.

Only this time I was wrong again, I don't know why, maybe God wanted to torture me, and didn't let me die so happily.

It was like a good night's sleep, and when I woke up again, the first thing I saw was the wooden tent roof, covered with sheepskins, and when I looked down, I found myself lying on a sheepskin blanket with a small bonfire burning beside me. The clothes and chain mail on my body were still damp, and I got up and shivered.

I stroked my chainmail, which was still a little cold, and thought to myself, if that's the case, then I just came out of the river not long ago, so where is this? What about Andrew? A series of questions made me vaguely uneasy.

Reaching out and touching my waist again, the cavalry sword was only the scabbard left, and I came back to my senses, and then I thought that I had thrown the sword into the sea of fire on the battlefield. And then, the shield, the lance, these things are gone, and the guy who saved me is not a fool, and now I really don't have any free guy except for the centurion horned helmet that I put at the head of the bed.

I struggled to my feet, rubbed my burned brow with my hand, put on my helmet, and stumbled to the tent, which had no curtains, so I could see everything outside. It was a dense forest, and in the middle of the clearing there was a clearing and a few tents, and it was a small gathering place, and in the middle sat a few women, dressed in coarse cloth, and even the ones I saw in the occupied areas of Ludinan and other places were a little tattered, and the first impression I had was that they were all barbarians. The five women (whom I counted carefully) were all about the same age, and could tell by the black hair color that they were in the prime of cardamom, and they were facing away from me, chattering something I didn't understand.

I tightened my chain mail, trying not to make a noise on my way, I swallowed, stood on tiptoe, and walked up quietly. Those women are really rare words, they are talking and laughing, and they have no idea that I am slowly approaching. I plucked up my courage and kept approaching, until I saw them sewing huge furs with bone needles in their hands, and they might be making tents again.

They were so selfless that they laughed as they spoke, and the girl bowed her head shyly, presumably talking about the strength of the man that made these young girls fall in love with each other.

I stopped less than three metres away from them, still afraid what would happen if they spotted me and screamed, and I was afraid that I would put myself in a bad position.

"Hey, I say, you guys!"

I opened my mouth, and the sound caused them to stop their discussion, and the five girls, looking back together, probably seeing that I was so close to them, were so frightened that they reached out to cover their mouths, and almost screamed, and even three of them stood up, and knew at a glance that they were going to find someone.

Seeing that the situation was not good, I quickly spread out my hands to signal to them that I was not any threat at all.

"Man, I'll find someone, my companion!"

I used my hands and mouth together, and as I spoke, I was busy gesturing to tell them that there was a person dressed like me, and they had never seen it.

But the women frowned, apparently unable to understand my gestures, and they stood still, and judging by their expressions, they must have asked me what I meant. I couldn't understand what I was talking about, so I had to use my whole body to act, dancing with my hands to tell them that I was looking for someone, and I raised my legs again, and some stuck out my tongue, and they looked at me stupidly and laughed out loud.

"Hey, don't laugh, sisters!"

I was forced to speak my native language, and this foul mouth and stiff tongue made me unable to pronounce even my normal mother tongue clearly. Now they leaned back with laughter, and then they saw a shrub not far away from it shaking for a while, and then several men in fur clothes came out.

"Oh, that's it."

I let out a long sigh and for the first time had huge doubts about my acting skills, really, I used to think I was a buried actor! But I'm awake now, little sisters, thank you!

The brawny men pounced straight at me, and I took a few steps back and stretched out my hand to make a surrender, not knowing if they could read it.

These strong men are also chattering, and the leader is even more wow wo But I didn't dare say it, they must be testing me, so I didn't speak, and looked at him in a daze.

The biggest thing I found during this period was that this fucker was holding a riding gun that I fished out of the river, "Good guy, it's here!" I laughed, and the next thing I did was listen to the thief talking.

Maybe he said he was tired, he then turned around and whispered a few words to the five girls, the five stinky girls, looking at the appearance of this gray-faced stinky boy and the fan girl, their eyes lit up, and they didn't forget to answer a few words in unison. It's no different from the star-chasing fans in the place where I used to be, except for a smartphone. It turns out that star-chasing is genetic, I understand this!

I saw him wave his big hand, and the minions with bronze spears behind him came forward and grabbed me and walked into the bushes. They supported me on the left and right, and I didn't have the strength to resist, and I didn't know what they were going to do to me, so forget it, let's take it one step at a time.

This primitive jungle, without any decent roads, only walked a distance of more than ten steps, and after this bush, I saw a larger gathering place, surrounded by a group of poorly dressed people, and from time to time I heard screams, which really sounded like Andrew.

"What's the situation!"

I immediately became alert, and without the push of the minions, I picked up my pace and trotted forward. And no matter what they thought of me, I heard Andrew's voice.

"Let's go, let's go!"

I pushed away the crowd in front of me until I squeezed into the first row, and I was stunned by the scene before me.

An old woman who looked like a shaman, she danced a strange dance, strangely like what she was wearing. Andrew lay on a wooden shelf, his limbs tightly tied, and several strong men with naked upper bodies pressed against him, preventing him from making rash moves.

An old man who was also old, his trembling hands pinched the chain mail, and slowly pulled back, and every little pull could hear Andrew's heart-rending screams. Look at Andrew's back again, oh my God, I swear I almost threw up at that time, there was no clothes on his back, and the chain mail was mixed with the skin of his burned flesh and blood, and his chain mail had been cut to the point where only a large piece of his back was left, and if it was not removed, it would be life-threatening, and the old man could only peel the chain mail from his flesh little by little.

The blood flowed down his back, and no one wiped it, Andrew's face was pale, and his features were twisted into a ball in pain.

Feeling that I could no longer remain so indifferent, I hurried forward, found a sackcloth, and gently wiped the blood from his back.