So you say, it seems that your ancestors buried in the Great Black Forest of Siberia are more attractive than my little girl~" The biggest headache for men and women is that they can never tell whether she wants to be interesting or really want to be mad, especially since they are all very good at confusing the line between the two, which is already very pitiful.

Presumably when the feather pillow was smashed over, she was caught in the helpless white eyes again, and Simon was really stared at like a knife, and then she sulked to herself. So this young man who had just grown two pinches of hair under his lips had a more painful head, after all, he couldn't tell the girls about the demons and monsters that had been passed down from generation to generation, could he? Annoyed? Hey, self-defeating...... Then it will be difficult to unbutton the button with one hand for a long time in the future~

Fortunately, Xiao Zhu was never a Monica woman in the ordinary sense of the word, and when she realized that this damn idiot had a legitimate reason to be addicted to video games. “sun ren？ What a beauty？ Even the pixel-level laughter of the paper man would irritate the girls who saw the man as a matter of course and personal property. She quickly threw down her obscure textbook and skipped an old adage in her mind.

persuade people to study medicine, and the sky thunders.

"Is she pretty or am I pretty?" Sending propositions and sending sub-questions are mixed together, and at this time, if you don't take the ladder and go down, there is a chance that someone will pick up the steps. Hurry up and answer correctly, a little mustard immediately dissipates in WT's free arcade air battles, according to the convention, it is always necessary to let the wingman Zero reap the fruits of the long plane's hard work. When the simulated war quietly raised the "iron-blooded" atmosphere, especially the fish-scale clouds suddenly rumbled and threw raindrops. It's probably a new opportunity.

"It's better to tell the story of your family well, and I will also pick up the affairs of my family." It seems that once this blonde girl's curiosity is provoked, it will not be easy to extinguish, and without refusal, she will run through the living room barefoot "poof", carrying a few fruit beers, the cold pineapple flavor along with the hall, accompanied by a few portraits of her fiancé's house that look old-fashioned, it is really difficult not to make people think? Maybe I'm really married to some former duke? If the times don't change......

When it came to this, although Simon was secretly speechless in his heart and said that we were both a team of Pennsylvania marmots and something particularly strange ......about it, the bedside story blended with his father's wine table chatter, and finally became a treacherous poem that can coax the girl, nothing more than that.

"Speaking of which, it was more than a century ago, the Continental Empire was still an alliance, and when the First Empire transitioned to the Union, my great-grandfather's family crossed the ocean to Monica's country to settle down, but my family is very large, so many side branches have always chosen to be loyal to their homeland, such as one of the great-uncles, Erica Runikalanski, who had a high prestige in the Imperial Russian army, and then transferred to Far Eastern Siberia as a colonel in the pioneer regiment in personnel changes."

"Wow~ It must be cold." Jull exaggerated and opened her mouth wide, so she jerked out a handful of iced peanuts.

It's impossible to grab food, Simon took a sip. It's so sweet, he thought, and then continued: "Siberia is west of the Udon Mountains, about sixty degrees north latitude, well, probably more than two thousand kilometers north from us. At least six months of the year are winter, but there are enough buried resources to make it difficult to exploit oil, natural gas, and non-ferrous metal minerals. ”

"It was an ancient land, and it was handed down

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Countless old legends, most of them, are not good goods. ”

Simon suddenly stared earnestly at his fiancée's blue eyes, which always flashed with a little cunning. "You really want to hear it, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, do you want me to call another case of vodka." She twisted excitedly, the canvas jeans were deliberately broken, the holes leaked out of the whiteness, she deliberately puffed out her slender arms, and said, "Look, I can knock you over with one hand." ”

"So, let's start with 1943, the most brutal year of World War II."

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The coniferous forest was covered with snow for months by the noise, and the morning sun was misty over the forest, and the sometimes empty and sometimes mottled snow was suddenly dazzling. Not only in the Tungusic customs, no nation likes crows to hover like maggots on the tarsal bones, which is the most direct manifestation of bad luck.

The crows did not come because of them, and Lieutenant Zaysky half-knelt behind the half-rooted trunk of a fallen tree, and the captured Zeiss telescope made it clear that the eyes followed the crows that had suddenly flapped their wings away, and immediately fell to the source of their joy.

A dead village.

The narrow double-basket cylindrical field of view is sparsely lit by the reflection of the convex lens, especially when the curtain panel is used in the distant mountains. But it's nothing compared to what is in front of you. The crows skimmed the towering mast of a half-frozen fishing boat, and even pecked their wings to settle on the eaves of the floating houses in the frozen lake, and those who lost had to fly farther, the low shacks in the color of the log were not ideal resting spots, and a strange and tyrannical aura forced them to go as high as possible, and the higher the terrain, the darker red the flotted and solidified froze on the steps leading to the chapel in the highlands, and at last the crows found a better overlook than the floating houses—the church bell tower.

It appears that at the time of the attack, the residents tried to escape into the church and hold on. The lieutenant muttered. He adjusted the wheel slightly, and half of the door of the church was open with black holes, and blood continued to spread in. The lieutenant stood up, snow falling from his knees, two wisps of white gas scorching, sweeping the gray under his orange beard, and the folds of his knife and axe were twisted so that he could not stretch for a moment. The lieutenant knew that the situation was bad.

He lifted his submachine gun, grasped the trigger with his index finger, and with a whistle, several figures in the same khaki military coat as the lieutenant quietly emerged from the woods. A red star between each other's ear guards and hats instantly dispelled the bad luck brought by the black crows of livestock. The lieutenant raised his left hand and pressed forward, his high boots stepping over the ankle-length snow, leaving behind a trail of deep footprints that could be erased with a single burst of snow and mist.

Without further words, the team vigilantly stepped on the ice in a protective posture. Last night there was a rare absence of snow and wind, and the old snow that had been blown up by the cold wind revealed the cracked lines that crisscrossed like cobwebs. The fishing boat, half-sunk in the lake, half-buried in the snow, pointed at the panicked blue sky with its cocked bow. As soon as the crows on the masts saw someone coming, they frolicked and scattered in all directions.

"Whoa!" The crow howled abruptly and violently, which was nothing less than a wake-up call. The lieutenant's heavy 71-round drum Bobosha submachine gun was the best charm, and the snipers behind him raised their guns to shoot, perhaps realizing that they were oversmart, and the crows fell silent in a daze.

The glacial lake was too large to accommodate a single fishing boat, so the lieutenant took the lead, and the grayish tops of his boots were carved out of the ice holes one by one

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Fishing and hunting pits. Thin ice has formed on the scales of several slender sturgeons. Siberia is always cold, and winter fishing is one of the few places where there is a stable source of food, so how can the people who live here let the buckets sit on the side of the pit and not harvest?

The "creaking" sound of people stepping on the ice woke up the village, and a wave of fresh popularity came to the face, like a trade wind carrying back the light of summer. The lieutenant was the first to step up to the trestle, and a few steps away was a two-story wooden house painted with six sky-blue windows. The proximity to the lake means that the status is not low.

The lieutenant glanced sideways at Sergei Pavlovich, and the Novgorod man, who had made the blanket into a shoulder, understood, followed the lieutenant's footsteps, and pasted it in front of the house, where even the door was painted blue. On the other side, the Yadong brothers responded to the lieutenant. When the follow-up soldiers passed through unharmed, the lieutenant pushed the door lock with the head of the gun, and it turned out to be empty and opened directly.

"Porphyry~" The bloody breath like a galewind almost knocked everyone over, and the lieutenant glanced at Kaminsky, who was rushing in like a buffalo with a Deggalev light machine gun on the other side, and shook his head slightly.

"Search for the surviving villagers, and ...... Bring supplies that you can use. "The submachine gun with a single bullet was a little heavier, and it weighed the shoulder. The lieutenant took a long breath of corruption filled with dried human blood, and even though he had traveled hundreds of kilometers, he would not admit that they were one step slower than those monsters.

The room was strewn with splatters of blood, and a tapestry obscuring the pine-brown walls tore diagonally through a few neat openings and fell into the pot where the soup was still there. The lieutenant closed the robe of the young man who had fallen on the dining table, and his eyes were bulging with copper bells. The skin is yellowish and has conspicuous radial erythema. When you touch the skin, you have to look at the back, which is the most terrible thing, like a carpenter's planer pushing off the flesh on both sides of the spine, and even the strongest back bridge of a person is broken open, as if the edges of the pink skin have been deliberately polished. Black particles like asphalt mixed in the half-torn Leba Pulp. The victim had just stiffened, and perhaps Satan came uninvited while the family was praying before dinner yesterday.

The lieutenant's eyebrows twitched as if they were in the Urals, and he turned his head to Sergei Yi, who was poking the nostrils of the man's corpse by the door, who stood in the sun and pouted a long, loud whistle: "Marenchenko!" ”

Immediately from behind the rolling hills in the distance, there was a response: "Here it is!" The ponies snorted and did not want to get too close to the fishing village, which is a complaint to them, and no herbivore likes a site with a strong smell of natural enemies.

"Move out and burn it intensively, and gather all useful supplies." The lieutenant slammed the door open, crashed into a red sled, and swallowed Kaminsky's next words back down his throat. The big man picked up the little girl in the red jacket under the sleigh with one hand, carefully lowered the hood to cover the girl's face, and scolded: "Animal! ”

"Why we're here." The lieutenant said. The deeper you walked through the two floors of the sky-blue doors and windows, the more miserable the dead villagers became, and the stumps that were thrown away wantonly stained the entire road leading to the chapel a dark red. Every soldier dragged at least one corpse, and none of them were intact, not even mad dogs, unless the monsters were purely for pleasure.

Suddenly, as if a string had been plucked, and a few ding-dong sounds jumped, the lieutenant turned the corner of the communal warehouse, which had been built very solidly to prevent the snow wolves from attacking, but the gate was still in tatters, and the dense triangular claw marks cracked the stones.

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