The sound of heavy breathing was distant, as if from another world......

I clutched my chest and felt stuffy.

Each alveoli, like a dehydrated carrot, atrophies and collapses sharply, and the trachea seems to be grabbed by someone, desperately pulling in different directions.

The taut walls of the tube are thin and transparent, and the squeezed air inside is clearly visible.

Why can't I breathe?

Struggling, but not seeing the direction clearly in the dark, kicking and kicking the limbs indiscriminately, not feeling the presence of the limbs and the touch of the space around them, what's wrong, where am I? If I were still conscious......

I opened my eyes suddenly, and it turned out that my vision was still there, and I didn't know where I was, and there seemed to be fine impurities floating in the space, surging like a haze, and I couldn't see the surrounding objects clearly, maybe there was nothing around at all......

I moved my hands and feet, and found that they could still move freely, and even when paddling, I could see ripples of water, in the water?

My consciousness moved to prove that I wasn't frozen in an ice cave, but why was it so muddy and confusing, and why was I here?

As if to answer my question, suddenly a swarthy object fell into the water, far away just a dark shadow that could not be seen clearly, the water was not real like a flower, it seemed to be bound by something and could not break free, rolling closer and closer to me, the air around me was infected, the sky was spinning like crazy, a face in the tangled chaos suddenly emerged from the dense dust, the eyes were sharp like a knife tearing open the connection of skin and flesh, and the clear pain like an electric shock passed through my mind......

As the owner of this face, I would never have thought of it in my dreams, but he did accompany me every day, empathizing with my joys and sorrows, my life, although the years irreversibly carved mottled traces on his face, and even carefully dyed every end of the hair silver, but this face I will never forget!

Because......

This face is who I am!

But it was me in old age, and decades later, a face crawling with cobweb-like wrinkles.

I stared at myself, two pairs of eyes that had traveled through time and space, with pupils of the same color, staring at each other, from those eyes that I knew so well that I could no longer be familiar, I could read a lot, but it seemed that I had read nothing, and our encounter was a mystery in the first place, perhaps fate had already been predestined.

I locked my neck, my eyes widened as if I wanted to pop out of my sockets, the indescribable pain, vividly written on my face, as if I had traveled tens of thousands of miles, with a body of prosperity and withering, but I was betrayed by my most trusted person in the lamplight, the sharp dagger flashed blue light, quenched and poisonous and deep into the soft waist.

The pain does not come from the dying struggle of the venom licking the blood and the life about to pass, but a heart as crystal as water, finally conquered by the darkness that the world most unwilling to believe, suddenly looking back, the mood that flowed like mercury was gradually blackened, and then flowed clean.

What the hell are you going to tell me? Why in such a weird way?

Seeing each other in front of such a terrifying and unknown way back, I have traveled through thousands of years of time and space to this era, what are the hidden secrets that no one knows?

Is it a coincidence? Or is it fate? Can you tell me?

Stretched out his hand, wanting to help the other party, but found that the turbid self slowly dissolved in the water, gradually dissipated little by little, and finally grabbed in his hand, just a continuous twisting stream of water, but those eyes were still shining in the dark, making my scalp tingle, and suddenly I felt that the place in front of me made my back cold, and my breathing became more and more rapid, and the feeling of suffocation hit again......

"Ahh

I screamed and pushed away the thick animal skin quilt covering me, beads of sweat the size of beans running down my forehead and into my eyes, making the wound faintly painful.

In front of me was an extremely ordinary marching camp, it seemed to be daytime outside, I could hear people walking back and forth, packing up their things, talking about all kinds of public opinion gossip in a high or low voice, I raised my hand to wipe the sweat off my forehead, glad that I had returned to reality, what was just a nightmare.

How I wish that all this in front of me happened when I was in class, lying on the desk and having a long and grotesque dream, when I woke up, the books on the table were wet with saliva, the class flower in the front row was taking notes, and the teacher was chattering about the heavenly book.

"Your Excellency, you've finally woken up!"

Kohler happily threw himself to my side, tears appeared in both eyes for the first time, this strong man would never show weakness in front of people, even if the knife was on his neck, he could talk and laugh and face death calmly.

"How long did I sleep?"

I stared at my right leg, which was bandaged with layers of gauze, and vaguely remembered the broken bones of the fallen horse, but I couldn't remember what happened next, but from Kohler's words, I finally judged that I must have been married for a long time, at least not less than two days.

"You have been in a coma for three days, His Majesty the Emperor has sent the best imperial physician to treat you, and the Duke of Bavaria has sent his own men to find the most precious herbs in Italy to treat your wounds, and His Majesty and the Grand Dukes have been here many times......"

Kohler said, I raised my arm, looked at several large and small cuts on it, and suddenly remembered that the barefoot doctors in the Middle Ages would only use bloodletting therapy to treat all diseases, and I had lost too much blood from broken bones, and I didn't know how much blood was put out in a daze, but fortunately, my little brother was young and struggled to survive, otherwise he would have been in a coma for a few days, and he would have really been drained of blood.

"Uh...... Thank your majesty's doctor for helping me, and say that my illness is cured and that I don't need to let blood anymore. ”

I struggled to move my body, and Khloe hurriedly made the bed a little more comfortable and served me to lean on.

"Bring me some water, I'm dying of thirst......"

Kohler answered, turned and handed me a wooden cup filled with water, squeezing out a smile as warm as the sun, as if to melt the gloom inside me.

I stared at a small piece of yellow unknown viscous object on the edge of the cup in front of me, and there was a fierce ideological struggle in my mind, and I was thinking about whether to ask Kohler, what the hell is this, but his innocent and cute eyes really thundered me, and I really couldn't bear to spoil his kindness, so I could only endure the spasms in my stomach, turned the cup quietly, closed my eyes and tried not to think about it, licked it shallowly, and quickly pushed the cup aside and asked:

"Have we won? Is the enemy conquered? If victorious, why are we not in the castle, but in the marching tents? Now there is chaos outside, and it seems that they are going to set up camp? ”

Kohler looked at me with a smile and spread his hands to show that he couldn't do anything: "My lord, you have too many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" ”

"Come one by one!" I moved my arms, my joints creaking like gears I hadn't used in a long time, making an obscure snapping sound.