A biting chill hit me, and I opened my eyes in alarm.

Why would I be naked in the wilderness full of corpses? Well, now is not the time to think about this, the strong coldness and the fact that I am naked tells me to find some clothes to wear first.

I shook off the clutter and crawled over to the nearest corpse. The cold did have a mental effect, and with a few casual tinkering I learned how to disassemble the light armor he was wearing. Armour? Ignoring these incompatible objects for the time being, I ripped off his clothes and put them on myself, finally eliminating the temperature crisis.

After breathing a sigh of relief, once the temperature returned to an acceptable level, I began to take a closer look at my surroundings and decipher the unusual environment.

I vaguely remember what happened before. The plane disintegrated, debris scattered, and I survived, as if in a dream...... Hey?

I shuddered and walked to where I had first woken up, picked up the object on the ground that had caught my attention, and sneezed.

This is a leather scroll. When I woke up, the scroll was over my body. Maybe it fell out of the cargo hold of the plane, but I remember my uncle who was sitting next to me mentioned that he had a scroll with him when he went to London.

There are more suspicious things around. Why are there so many corpses? If it was the passengers who were killed on the plane, what would have become like this in their clothing?

Also, where are my clothes? Glasses, documents, mobile phones, etc. are all missing. Anyway, I decided to search the surrounding 'corpses' to see if there were any survivors, and to check out their strange outfits.

I walked over to the nearest corpse and leaned down. I don't know what the real metal armor means, but I'm sure it's not cosplay. Blonde, Caucasian skin, relatively high nose. As far as I know, people at high latitudes need longer nasal passages to buffer the cold, dry air for breathing. It's a trait that easily reminds me of a trip to Scandinavia. I looked up, and the green bands of aurora in the distant sky confirmed my suspicions.

I remember that the plane had an accident during the voyage between Britain and Israel, and there could not have been a spot in this straight line where the aurora could be observed. By the way, the plane accident...... In this sparsely growing area of boreal coniferous forests, there is no sign of aircraft wreckage as far as the eye can see.

I unfolded the scroll and tucked it into my garment, wrapping it around my waist twice. This scroll, which is suspected to be a cultural relic, is made of leather material, and it feels good to the touch, so let's treat it as a warm object first.

The starry sky is still dim, and I don't know how long it will be before the dawn of dawn will come, or when I will be able to return home. Putting these considerations aside, I now need to find water and food to sustain my life, as well as a place to rest in the right temperature.

I removed from the corpse a piece of chain mail with a blue cloak that looked better at keeping warm, and put it on, and to be on the safe side, I carried a bow and a handful of arrows, and a short sword. So much equipment is a bit heavy, but fortunately, my physical fitness is not bad, and the previous accident doesn't seem to have left me with any damage.

Armed with all my gear, I walked along a nearby road, trying to find a manor or town.

……

If I forget about the previous crash, my luck is not bad, not to mention surviving the plane crash, I can see the road when I land, which means that rescue is close at hand. Brick-paved roads are not ideal for vehicles, but why bother asking for so much now?

As the sun rises, the sky gradually brightens. As I climbed a small slope, I saw a group of people marching in my direction not far ahead. The glasses were lost in the plane crash, and I barely recognized them as a group of soldiers.

I finally met a living person, so hurry up and go over to negotiate. As for what they wore instead of camouflage uniforms, I didn't pay any attention to it.

The group of soldiers spotted me at the same time, but instead of my euphoria, they seemed to react differently.

Before I could figure out what was going on, the soldiers on the other side were already approaching me with murderous violence, and several bows had been taken out by their masters, and they were aimed at me from a distance.

Am I an enemy? He looked down at his own clothing style, and then looked up at the clothing style opposite...... Unlucky, I knew that I would have stripped the armor of the red skin.

Let's get caught. The lineup of dozens of strong men on the opposite side made me not have the idea of resisting at all, and the cold gazes of several archers also made me dispel the luck of turning around and running away. I threw all my weapons to the ground and stood obediently with my hands raised.

They slowly surrounded me in a vigilant formation, removed my armor, tied my hands, and sent four soldiers to escort me along the main road.

……

I finally realized that the situation was not as simple as survivors looking for rescue. I stripped the threads together and deduced the current situation.

There was a fight between the side in red and the side in blue, and I stripped my clothes and armor from a dead BLU soldier and put it on, and then I was mistaken for a BLU soldier and arrested by the red side.

But which play is this? Faced with what I had just experienced, I was extremely puzzled.

If it's acting, as for using knives and guns like this, killing people and making corpses all over the field?

If it is an exercise, which high-latitude country will conduct a drill with cold weapons? Even the Eskimos now use shotguns.

Is there any uncivilized civilization in high latitudes that has not been discovered by humans? I was reluctant to believe it, but that was the only conclusion that made sense.

What happens after that? Led like a livestock, I wondered with trepidation.

Decollation? It's unlikely, if they wanted to kill me, they would have done it just now.

Captured as a slave? The odds are higher. Thinking that I might spend the rest of my life in a black brick kiln, I was a little annoyed that I would always think of something negative for nothing.

I didn't speculate on the positive side at all, such as the potential for prisoners to be returned to the blue side during the exchange. Because in this incident I discovered a fact that made me very frustrated - I didn't speak the same language with them.

The language they use is something I've never heard before. I tried to communicate with them in English but they didn't respond at all. I used Chinese again, and it was clear that they were even more unlikely to understand. “Lok－tar－ogar…… I came to Hebei Province ...... "I kept trying to test with various pronunciations, but I found nothing.

Speechless, I was put onto a horse-drawn four-wheeled cart at the foot of a nearby stone watchtower to join another queue to transport prisoners.

I wasn't the only one in the car with my hands tied. The guy across from me looked like a thief and a mouse-eyed, and he kept babbling to me from the moment he got in the car. I don't understand what the content is, but I guess it's "I'm wronged and shouldn't have been arrested." In front of me sat a middle-aged blond man with a beautiful dress and a dignified face, but after all, he was a tightly bound captive, and the feeling of embarrassment could not be washed away. He turned his head sideways and stared at me curiously for a long time, as if he wanted to say something to me. But unlike us, he had a lump of cloth stuffed in his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.

……

Ignoring and unable to understand the humming and chirping of my fellow passengers, I was observing the situation around me along the way. Passing by horse-drawn carriages, farmers carrying farm tools on their shoulders, and quaint clothes, I confirmed that there was a people living here who had not yet been civilized by modern civilization. Plane crashed in Scandinavia? Or at the border between Finland and Russia? No way, the route is not going that way at all. Could it be ......

Sensing the speed of the prisoner cart slowing down, I turned my gaze to the front of the convoy. Judging by the stone wall that is more than four meters high and the watchtower that protrudes from the stone wall, it seems to be a military stronghold.

The next plot is that I was imprisoned in a prison here, used as a coolie to dig coal. I hope the rescue team can find this place as soon as possible, and by the way, I hope that there will be no allusions to picking up soap in this place.

The prisoner cart drove up to an open field in the stronghold, and we got out of the cart, and some prisoners came out of the other prisoner carts, dressed in the same style of military uniform as mine. A dozen or so red-clad soldiers surrounded him, and the command was given by a female officer in high-class armor.

At the same time, a male officer stepped out of the watchtower, followed by a woman dressed as a nun. Judging from his aura, armor style, and the salutes of the soldiers around him, he seems to be a general. He walked up to the middle-aged man with a rag in his mouth, said something in a reprimanding tone, and then stood aside and handed the scene back to the female officer.

A blonde clerk guy pulled out a pamphlet and a quill pen and stood beside the female officer and said a word. Standing on my right and riding with me, the stump took a step forward and answered by name. Then the clerk Balabala said a lot, and the chatter seemed to be stimulated and agitated, and shouted at the clerk loudly while quickly retreating. And then...... Then he turned and ran.

I watched him run more than a dozen meters in a puff of smoke, and then looked back at the clerk and the female officer, and found that there was no reaction from either of them.

Just as I was puzzled by the current situation, a scream suddenly came from behind me. I turned back suddenly, only to see that the talker had been hit by several arrows and fell to the ground.

It's a disturbing scene. I took a deep breath and came back to my senses, reassuring myself that I hadn't done anything bad and that it was all just a misunderstanding due to the language barrier. I don't want to die like this, I must be calm when it is my turn, whatever you say is what you say, I also admit that I was sent to the black brick kiln as a coolie, as long as I survive, there will be a day when I will return.

Soon it was my turn, and the clerk shouted a few words at me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I could only stay in place. After a moment of silence, it occurred to me that he might be asking for my name, and I was about to report it, but the clerk had already looked at the paper in his hand and continued to speak. The clerk then asked the female officer for something, and the female officer shook her head in response.

The clerk said the last few words to me and then looked at me strangely, which made me feel inexplicable. I don't know what they said about me, but it's really unpleasant to guess out of thin air.

While I was guessing what they were discussing, one of the blue-clad captives standing beside me suddenly ran up to me and spoke in a rhetorical and impassioned tone to everyone present, ending with a shout of "Ta-lo-s."

Tower-Los-s? I don't know what this word means, but the arrogant tone contained in it is obvious. After a moment of silence, at the signal of the female officer, the nun folded her hands and seemed to pray.

I was curious about what she was praying for, what she was praying for, and to which deity she was praying to. The blue-clad captive beside me was impatient, and he rudely interrupted the nun with a roar, and then went to a stake and stood still, looking up at the sky.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere became tense and sharp. I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen soon.

The female officer walked up behind the blue-clad captive and pressed his shoulders with her hands, so that his head was pressed to the side on the stake. A soldier next to him walked up to the stake, picked up his weapon, raised it, cut it off, and his head fell to the ground.

……

Next up is me.

I finally understood what that look the clerk gave me at the end of the day me. That's mercy.

I was trembling all over, and if it weren't for a soldier behind me grabbing me, I would have sat on the ground. Countless pieces flew through my brain, but I couldn't bring them together, I didn't realize what I was thinking, my mind was completely occupied by deep shock and fear.

The female officer behind me gave me a push and kicked me in the thigh. The sudden impact and pain caused me to fall forward and fall to the ground. Someone grabbed me by the back collar and pressed my neck against the edge of the guillotine. I realized that I was on the brink of life and death, and I swayed my body and struggled hard, but I could never break free of the strong hand that was pressed against my back.

The wind brewed in the sky, and the intermittent whistling reached my ears, pronouncing my fate. The nun muttered a disturbing sentence as she spoke. I could feel that the executioner had lifted the axe in his hand high and adjusted it to the right angle of force, and I had only a few seconds left to live.

The tide is over.

Apathy.

I stopped all resistance, discarded all distractions, and decided to savor death in the last moments of my life.