Sea of sand, cold moon.

The blade that ruthlessly slashed through the throat, like a broken residual mirror, caressed the moonlight, and disappeared under the black back. The figure hidden in the cloak revealed a pair of bloodthirsty dark eyes, strangely occupying the entire eye socket.

The wind, in the constantly slanting 'rustle', wantonly stirred the hot blood of the deceased, swaying it at will. It also makes this dry air full of sand and dust have a more perverted fragrance...

"Enemy... Raid... Leech Blood...! ”

A middle-aged man dressed as the captain of the patrol of the Longtu Empire, holding his bleeding throat with one hand, tried to pull out the flare gun on his waist with the other, but finally slowly fell into the yellow sand. In the dead and unfocused pupils, a group of black-armored warriors with excited faces licking the unusually bright red blood on their swords were reflected, and the corpses of more Imperial warriors dressed like him at their feet.

With a few satisfied and low sighs, dozens of 'people' dressed in close-fitting black armor controlled their madness of licking and eating the blood of living beings due to the onset of the Blood Curse. After cutting off the noses of the enemies under their feet and collecting them as trophies, they quickly disappeared into the dust by night and headed north.

This was nothing more than a small-scale night raid and massacre, and not long after the disappearance of these bloodthirsty and crazy black-armored warriors, rumbling low footsteps gradually came from the south, accompanied by an increasingly oppressive and restless aura, and countless black-armored warriors appeared in front of them...

After everything fell silent, the yellow sand gradually swallowed the empty eyeballs of the patrol leader in the terrible roar of the night wind, and let the pale fall into eternal dead silence...

War is coming again! As if to herald a catastrophe, a meteor suddenly appeared in the night sky and disappeared silently into the depths of the horizon.

......

Three months later, he was hiding in a cave in the Valley of the Wind and Sand.

An unkempt boy with an appearance of about seventeen or eighteen years old, in a half-asleep dream, vomited out the sand and mud blown into his mouth and nose by the aftermath of the wind, and after muttering a few words with unknown meaning, he put the shabby blanket on his head and continued to sleep, not minding the cold and dryness of the night in the Gobi sand sea at all.

In fact, not only him, but thousands of people and coolies like this teenager can only huddle in these temporary shelters with their backs to the Gobi for the night, but many of them are not as stupid as this teenager and don't care about the cold night of minus a few degrees Celsius, they often huddle together with each other to keep warm.

Some of these shelters are natural, while others are rudimentary reconstructions of laborers who have carved through the cracks in the cliffs. Large and small are distributed on the Gobi in the wind and sand valley, many can hide hundreds of people, and few can only be used for a single person to curl up.

The young man in front of him is an idiot, his name is Dumb, no one cares about his real name, people only know his name Dumb. Stupid and stupid, almost useless except for great strength.

Here, at this moment, it is the Yi Cong Battalion of the Angry Hammer Legion that is fighting at the forefront of Southern Xinjiang, in fact, it is too much to call these poor insects who have been temporarily conscripted, and this place is actually more suitable to be called, Zhuangding Battalion, Coolie Battalion, or even Cannon Fodder Substitute Battalion.

The Yi Cong Camp was forcibly gathered or captured from various villages and towns in southern Xinjiang over the course of three months, nominally to serve His Majesty the Emperor and help the empire defend itself against the invasion of the evil Inhuman Alliance. Their daily work is basically to retreat along the front line of the battle array on the edge of the Gobi Desert with the backdrop of the barren rocky plain, digging trenches, building roads, building earth forts, and all kinds of labor day and night. Sometimes they would do the hard work that other regular soldiers were too lazy to do.

If that's all it takes, they're more or less a relatively safe logistical organization. In fact, what really frightened these poor creatures was that once the death row prisoners and slaves in the slave camps, that is, the first-line cannon fodder camps, were dead, it was customary for them to do that one-time drudgery. As for why this is the case, it may have something to do with the fact that the enemy on the opposite side will not take prisoners, and it is better to die with dignity (waste utilization) than to die worthless.

What's worse is that it seems that rumors have spread that the death row prisoners and slaves in the cannon fodder camp have been killed in a large-scale vicious battle the day before...

Of course, it's not just rumors, the big battle the day before yesterday happened not far in front of the Yicong Battalion, and when the legion retreated, the cannon fodder battalion responsible for the broken rear couldn't run away, and was tortured and even devoured by perverted aliens. And from the next day, the area around the camp was supervised by the Inspector team!

It is rumored that some kind of change seems to have happened to the Iron Wall Legion stationed here, and the battle situation has suddenly deteriorated.

It's just that no matter how oppressive or sad the atmosphere around you is, it's meaningless to the teenager. Because he is just a dementer, he knows how to sleep except for working mechanically every day under the guidance of an old man he knows. But people are very skinny, and they are not afraid of tossing, and even the few villains who kept having fun with him before have completely lost interest in him.

The expected snoring under the shabby blanket did not sound as usual, and the young man's dirty hands were trembling, and he slowly tore off the blanket covering his head, revealing a pair of dark and smart eyes.

It's just two lines of clear tears, but unconsciously, two furrows broke along the gray and black face, revealing the withered complexion below. The young man's appearance looked a little rough and mediocre, and whenever his eyes were closed, the long eyelashes that were originally hidden in the single eyelid were very thick, even more striking than the faint sword eyebrows, perhaps because of the gray and black face and dirty hair like a chicken nest, which made these slightly deep eyes and eyebrows particularly eye-catching. It's like such eyebrows and eyes, which shouldn't grow on such a sloppy and ordinary guy.

"I'll ...... was beaten into amnesia, it's true..."Luo Xia was inexplicably sad in his heart, he was still too young at that time, too taken for granted, too overestimating the value of human life in this world, and underestimating the ruthlessness of those maids.

However, after all, he is only a relatively pure college student, and his thinking is based on his identity as a time-traveler, and his attitude towards life is inevitably a bit like playing a game. So after suffering such a big loss, I can't even resent.

After being killed by the maids, he was secretly put in a sack and thrown into the river.

However, he has a special talent - instinct and a lost shield, a fatal blow, and he entered a state of suspended animation in self-protection, plus Xiao Xi helped a little to recover from his injuries, and finally survived. But the result is that the brain that has been fatally hit has bruising or something, that is, amnesia, or even stupidity.

Then he was picked up and taken in by an old homeless man in the midst of his wandering, and finally he was caught on the front line of the war with other homeless people, the so-called camp in the city!

This is the beginning of the reincarnation, it is simple.

'Pit! It's really a pit! Although I didn't feel anything at the time, the hardships that this body endured in the past three months were real, and now that I think about it, it is a handful of tears and bitterness. And if it weren't for Xiao Xi's conditioning day and night, he might not have woken up in his life.

Xiao Xi couldn't bring Luo Xia into the house, so she could only boost her metabolism by inputting energy into this body, and use the body's functions to speed up the removal of brain congestion. And Luo Xia also needs to achieve a perfect fusion of body and spirit because of the final form, resulting in serious physical injury, and the mental body is damaged, which causes his dementia.

Even if it weren't for his talent, the ability to quickly recover from injuries like the 'Lost Shield', it would be a little more difficult for Xiao Xi to help him recover from his injuries.

"Woo woo, I'm sorry master, it's all my fault for making you so miserable." Xiao Xi also knew that her information was lost, and her lack of common sense made Luo Xia miserable and fell into deep self-blame. The cheap owner, who has always had a big nerve, actually cried, and immediately frightened her.

"Hehe..."Luo Xia looked at the cold moonlight hanging high in the sky in the night sky, but instead of thundering as usual, he seemed to be caught in some kind of emotion, "Actually, I don't blame you at all, Xiaoxi." ”

"But you're crying, master, it's so scary." Xiao Xi knows best what kind of character her master is, she has never shouted bitterly or tired after so many experiences before, and this kind of thing is even more unimaginable.