"Can't sleep?"

It was a slightly hoarse male voice.

The moonlight shines through the portholes, and in the small room on the ark, young couples sleep in their arms on the messy beds. Raven's long hair tied into a ponytail on weekdays was casually spread on the pillow at this time, rubbing the cool boy Fen's nose was a little itchy, this girl who had just come of age seven months ago, with a hint of flushing on her face, the little couple had completed the milestone of her life a few hours ago.

Hearing her boyfriend Fen's words, Raven turned on the light, gently pushed away her boyfriend's arms in Fen's slightly dissatisfied eyes, sat up against the pillow, took out the shirt from the scattered clothes on the ground and put it on, lowered her head and slowly buttoned it, it seemed that she had not fully recovered, and the dull pain that surged up from time to time with the action of dressing made Raven subconsciously pinch the arms of her rude boyfriend a few times.

After tying the ponytail, Raven was dressed again and returned to his usual sassy and heroic appearance. The shrewd and capable female engineer turned her back to Fen on the messy bed, and looked through the porthole, staring at the stars of the universe outside the window.

"I miss him, that kid".

Cool Boy Fen was a little apprehensive at first, but then reacted that his girlfriend was talking about Triste, and he was also a little sad, after all, without that clever and reliable little friend to match, he and Raven were not so easy to break through many obstacles and come together.

After thinking about it, he lifted the quilt, stood up on the edge of the bed, swayed to his lover's side, helped Raven pull up the collar of his overalls shirt, covered the red marks on his neck, hugged his lover into his arms again, and leaned lightly on his little girlfriend's shoulder to comfort him.

"May the departed rest in peace. May we meet again.”

“May we meet again.” Raven replied softly, "I can't sleep, go to the main control room", ignoring the cool boy Fen's resentful gaze, and left the room with a complicated mind.

"Don't guess what girls are thinking, because sometimes they don't know what they're thinking"

When Raven suddenly got angry, Trist laughed solemnly. Fen sat down on the edge of the bed, as if unable to relieve the loss and depression in his chest, he slammed himself on the bed, buried his head in the pillow that still had no fragrance, tossing and turning, and the starlight reflected the body of the cool boy Fen Baihua through the porthole.

The reason why he didn't go away with Raven at this time was because Fen, who was not top-notch in his grades, did not pass the assessment of the general control room, and naturally he did not have the access control authority of the general control room, and he was embarrassed to give Raven a hand, and finally chose to go to Dr. Jack's mechanical department.

emmm, all in all, this is a sad topic, unable to sleep Fen desperately thought.

。。。。。。 I'm the dividing line of Cool Boy Fenming's sorrow。。。。。。

Qinghu Village.

Midnight.

The survivors of the village gathered at the door, watching the increasingly clear figure appear in the forest.

At the insistence of the village chief of Luthel, a team was sent to carry the remains in the woods.

Twelve warriors, old and young, dragged the bodies of three Ice Nation invaders out of the woods.

Together with the eleven in the village, the two at the gate of the village, sixteen intruders were lined up, and they were lying there, already dead and could not die again.

Forty-seven villagers, including the village chief, Trist, and Alex Jr., carefully cleaned the bodies of the twenty-two victims, covered them with sackcloth, and later, the bodies of the victims were cremated and buried one by one. Inside were Alex's mother, Luther's wife, Aunt Suman, three fourteen or fifteen-year-old children, fourteen soldiers left behind, and four village elders. Most of the fourteen remaining warriors were killed and wounded in the first round of raids accompanied by a rain of arrows, and all of them were killed in the next battle with the Thunderhammer detachment of the Ice Country, the death of the four old men was because they were too old to be worthy as prisoners, Aunt Su Man was stabbed through the chest from behind while protecting her precious son Alex, and the three children, who were led by the Thunderhammer as prey to sharpen their daughter, died under Wayne's knife.

Wayne and Jacques were chained to the stakes, and the girl's heart was shattered, and the boy trembled.

The survivors of the village took the two invaders prisoner with their gaze, Ling Chi over and over again.

“Le sang paie”

Blood debt and blood repayment.

Tribal languages are more or less the same as English, with occasional local accents. After all, this is the border between America and Quebec before the nuclear war, and it is deeply influenced by the two countries, and the lingua franca of America is English, while the lingua franca of Quebec is French, so the tribe usually communicates mainly in English. Mixed with some French proverbs, similar to the famous aphorisms in the Chinese of distant Seris. Those who know these proverbs well will be revered as the wise men of the tribe, such as the tribal sacrifices.

The civilization of the surface people has regressed, and there are not too many written laws and regulations, more based on habits.

According to the rules of the tribe, twenty-two killed, twenty-two knives.

Luthel nodded slightly to the rear, ready to start the bloody feast of the people, the warrior behind him took the signal, held the knife, and came to the captive, the white blade, under the reflection of the moonlight, flashed with a cold light, Wayne restrained the trembling of his body, forced himself to open his eyes, and died like a warrior.

Beside the fire, the flames were clustered and flickered, and under the light of the fire, the faces of the surrounding people were unpredictable. In the name of revenge, humanity has once again shown its cruelty by torturing its own kind.

A knife.

Two knives.

Three knives.

Blood filled Jacques' chest, and the intense pain and fear of death kept the seventeen-year-old warrior struggling, his terrible wails echoing the occasional wolf howl from the distant forest.

The forest in the distance, against the backdrop of the fire in front of the village, looks even darker and deeper, exuding the savage atmosphere of the jungle, while in the village behind the people, all kinds of human buildings are faintly visible, and the signs of civilization can be faintly seen. The crowd stood silently in the open space at the head of the village, between the village and the forest.

"Ahem...... Ahem"

Trist stood up.

"Stop, I mean, stop!"

The warrior was dazed, and the knife in his hand was fixed, and forty-six pairs of eyes were fixed on the boy, waiting for him to continue speaking.

“...... These two people are still useful...... Unlike in the past, the Ice Nation's attack this time was clearly organized and planned...... We need to interrogate them carefully to make sure we don't miss any important information......" Wayne heard the demon say.

Although the impromptu group's statement was not convincing, the prestige of saving the village made the old and sick suspicious of Trist, after all, the previous interrogation had been very clear.

Not wanting to save the face of the life-saving benefactor, the one-legged village chief of Qinghu Village, Fruth, nodded and agreed to stop the revenge temporarily.

Trist let out a soft sigh.

The reason for sparing the Captives of the Ice Nation is actually not that complicated, it's just, just because, Wayne's blue eyes are very similar to Trist's sister Shirley.

As a border village bordering the Red Maple Tribe and the Land of Ice, the people of the village are no strangers to savage and brutal enemies, and of course, they themselves are not much civilized. It's just that because the last time he was infiltrated by the Ice Country to burn the grain and intercept the caravan, this time the young and strong of the tribe were all gathered by the leader, half of them pursued the enemy army, and half escorted the reorganized precious caravan to Baita City to exchange food for the winter, and Qinghu Village was no exception. But who would have thought that this time it was the well-known Black Bear Overseer who led the team, and those robbers went and returned, killing a horse gun, and Qinghu Village, as a few villages in the front, naturally suffered.

As the village chief and one of the strong contenders for the former leader of the Red Maple Tribe, Luthor naturally saw more and thought more. The Ice Country fought a battle with the Guanghu tribe last year, and the short-sighted leader of Fras turned his back on the offensive and defensive alliance of the Red Maple Tribe and the Guanghu tribe for the land promised by the Ice Country to Silvermoon Bay, and even gave the Guanghu tribe a knife in the back, in addition to Silvermoon Bay, he also took away the half-moon lake town next to Silvermoon Bay. Originally, the Red Maple Tribe and the Light Lake Tribe bordered the Ice Country, but after that battle, the Red Maple Tribe and the Ice Country bordered unilaterally, and they needed to resist the Ice Country alone, so this time the retribution came, and the Red Maple Tribe suffered heavy losses.

This was information from Luther, however, Trist felt as if there was a layer of fog in front of him, and the shadow was more than enough to cover the truth.