In the dark night sky, the stars twinkle; On the dark earth, campfires are raging.

With the end of a big battle, countless bonfires lit on the outskirts of Hope Harbor that night. The army of Hungshutizgan, who had recaptured Hope Port, had no intention of singing, dancing or drinking to celebrate their success, even though they had just won a brilliant victory.

Under the flickering firelight, there was not a trace of triumphant joy on the face of each Hongshutizgan, but only infinite anxiety and sorrow.

- Although they succeeded in destroying the invaders and accomplishing the feat of revenge, Port Hope was also a charred ruin.

To make matters worse, the new king who led them, the "Godman" Wen Dehei, was attacked at the end of the battle, and his life was in danger at this time!

So, these Hungshutizgan warriors either sat by the campfire, resting silently with their swords and guns, or gathered outside a large, brightly lit tent, anxiously waiting for news from inside.

Although Pizarro, the fish that had slipped through the net with his spear and had slipped away from the rock, had no time to cheer for victory, but was immediately cut into pulp with a battle axe and knife by two roaring sturdy samurai; Although the frenzied Hunghizgans, in order to vent their anger, had already brazenly executed all their captives, whether Mayans or Spaniards, all of whom were now buried alive in a large pit, with earthworms and ants as companions; Although thousands of local indigenous people are silently praying for God's blessing in their own ways, some even offer to volunteer to serve as a living tribute to the gods......

However, none of this can stop someone's life. Over time, little by little, crept by.

In the spacious tent, under the dim emergency light of the battery, Wang Qiu, Ma Tong and Cai Rong gathered around a simple stretcher. Looking at Wen Dehei, who was dying and unconscious on the stretcher, they looked at each other, and they were all helpless for a while.

A sharp spear pierced Moon's abdomen, cutting a wide opening and causing him to burst his stomach in an instant. Fragments of torn clothes mixed with gravel, flesh, and entrails turned his abdomen into a terrible muddy swamp.

Blood was sticky all over his body, and objects of unknown flesh or fat were dangling on either side of the shocking wound.

Although Ma Tong stubbornly cleaned up the wound for him. He was bandaged, but the blood was still gushing out, staining half of the stretcher red.

What to do?

No one knows what to do!

The three traversers standing here are not studying medicine. Apart from anti-inflammatory drugs, bandages, and gauze, I didn't bring any medical equipment.

Facing Wen Dehei, who had lost too much blood and was seriously injured and dying, these laymen, who couldn't even talk about Mongolian doctors, really had no skills to recover.

As for the local tribal witch doctors. There was nothing that could be done about it—no primordial herb would be of use for such a serious injury—and the only advice that could be given was to kill people and sacrifice to the gods, and pray to Heaven for their blessing. Then let the wounded lie on the bed and leave it to their fate.

“…… Alas, it seems. Buncho's internal organs and bones were not badly injured and had to be operated on as soon as possible...... But the problem is. With the skills of a few of us laymen, being able to bandage him is already the limit! I can't even stop bleeding! Moreover, even if we wanted to give him a blood transfusion, the blood type would not match! In addition, there is the problem of wound infection......"

Wang Qiu tried to press Wen Desi's carotid artery, and obviously felt that the pulse was getting weaker and weaker, and his breathing was even more breathless, so he had to shake his head helplessly and sigh, "...... There is no other way! We must get him to the emergency hospital immediately, so that there may be a chance of survival! ”…,

“…… Uh-huh, then please hurry up and take him to the hospital! Saving people is like fighting fire! ”

As the head of Cai Rong, who is a natural loli, she is completely panicked in the face of this kind of scene, and she only knows that Wang Qiu's advice is the only one.

And the shrewd Senior Sister Ma Tong suddenly heard the problem, "...... Wait, according to what you mean, it's the modern shijie that got Wendeji to the other side of the wormhole? But the question is, if he is sent back, won't this wormhole disappear? ”

“…… If he dies here, the wormhole will disappear as well! Wang Qiu refuted unceremoniously, "...... Such a serious injury, so much blood was shed, and there may have been a ruptured organ...... How long do you think he'll be able to hold out? I'm afraid I may not even be able to survive tomorrow morning! ”

“…… But...... In this way...... "Senior Sister Ma Tong still seems to be a little unwilling, but there is no other countermeasure in a hurry.

“…… Excellencies, how is my beloved husband doing? Is there any salvation in the end? ”

Just as the three traversers were arguing, Princess Maca, the wife of Wendehe, opened the curtain and walked in, although she tried her best to maintain her composure in her countenance, the pair of red and swollen eyes with tears still showed the infinite fear and sadness in her heart, "...... Just yesterday, I had lost my father forever; Am I going to lose my husband again today? ”

Wang Qiu, Ma Tong and Cai Rong exchanged a few glances with each other, but Wang Qiu took the lead in opening his mouth with some hesitation.

“…… This one...... Wen Desi's injuries are too serious, and we do have a way to save him, but ......"

Wang Qiu sighed and said the most cruel content with difficulty, "...... But...... If we want to save his life, we must bring him back to our shijie. But in this way, for you who stay in this shijie, it may mean goodbye...... So, I'd like to hear from you. ”

“…… In addition, whether he returns to our shijie or dies here, the passage connecting the two shijie will be interrupted as a result. We also have to leave before the passage is cut off, otherwise we will never go back......," Ma Tong added.

“…… It turns out that he can still be saved! That's good! Please be sure to bring my husband back to your shijie and save his life! As long as he can survive. Even if you have to say goodbye to me forever, what is it? It's better than dying here! ”

Princess Maca closed her eyes, two lines of tears rolled down, but the whole person seemed to have let go of a thousand pounds of burden. A look of relief suddenly appeared on his face, "...... Also, can you wait until tomorrow morning before you leave? I want to hurry back to the village and bring our son with me, so that he can see his father again before parting......"

“…… I'm sorry, but his injuries are too serious, if you want to save his life. You have to go right away, or it's too late. ”

Although the sad face of the beautiful young woman in front of him was enough to melt anyone's heart, Wang Qiu still had to answer with a hard heart.

“…… That's right...... I understand, I understand...... I'm just too greedy......"

Princess Maca nodded as she spoke. And gradually choked up, "...... As long as he survives......"

Looking at this tearful young mother, Wang Qiu's heart was also gloomy, feeling both pity and helplessness.

He knows. In the past few years, Princess Maca first suffered a tragic change in her country, and had to struggle to survive in exile, and then established a village to temporarily settle down. But life is still very difficult. …,

Finally, with the arrival of travelers and a large number of modern goods. The kingdom of Hungshutizgan began to flourish and established a prosperous port of hope. He regained the territory he had conquered, and finally defeated many opponents and became the hegemon of the whole of Central America...... But just when the bright future finally dawned, a surprise attack by the Spanish fleet knocked everything back to its original shape.

-- Her old father, who had been raising her in the past, died suddenly, and her husband, who had provided her with support and sustenance, was leaving. and themselves, the "distant gods" who had given great help to the kingdom of Honshutizgan, were also about to leave this country that had just been restored and suffered a heavy blow......

In the years that followed, she was left with only a babbling young son and a nascent empire with shaky foundations.

One can imagine how many intrigues and challenges she will encounter after she suddenly gains the power of the ruler, and how many hardships and hardships she will endure.

“…… Excellencies, if my husband survives, please tell him so that he can recuperate in peace. I will raise our child in this shijie to grow up, try to protect what he left us, and patiently wait for his return! ”

Princess Maca glanced at her unconscious husband with infinite affection, then looked up at Wang Qiu and the others, and then said extremely seriously, "...... I promise, I'll definitely wait for this shijie and wait for him to come back again! Whether I can make it to that point or not! ”

Wang Qiu, Cai Rong and Ma Tong glanced at each other, sighed slightly, and then all nodded vigorously.

So, before there was time for any solemn farewell ceremony, or even to inform the whole army and civilians, the traversers left in a hurry under the dark of night, just as abruptly as when they had come to this shijie.

At parting, Princess Maca took off her obsidian amulet from her neck, solemnly wrapped the tether around her wrist, and then took a few steps back towards the edge of the tent, singing an old and sad farewell song:

……

Lend you my feet to smooth out the ups and downs of your journey;

Lend you my hands and help you cut through the thorns along the way;

Lend you my eyes so that you can see the danger ahead;

Lend you my ears so that you may hear my heart.

……

In this sad farewell song, Ma Tong and Cai Rong let the wormhole hang in the center of this tent, and then passed through the wormhole one after another, returning to the modern Shijie. And after Wang Qiu saluted Princess Maca, he immediately bent down and picked up Wen Deji from the stretcher, and at the same time activated his ability.

- With a faint disturbance of space, the figures of the two disappeared from the tent together, leaving only a pool of red blood.

Next, due to the return of the "wormhole generator" that broke into the alien shijie, the wormhole that had been suspended in the 16th century Mesoamerican shijie for nearly four years was also quickly compressed into a pitch-black ball, and then exploded and scattered with the wind......

Princess Maca, the only one who saw this scene with her own eyes, finally couldn't hold back her emotions anymore, and fell to her knees with her face crying bitterly, and for a while hot tears fell like rain, and soon wet the carpet laid at the bottom of the tent.

――All of you who have come from another time and space, you have finally said goodbye to this shijie, who has changed dramatically because of their arrival.

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With a burst of vertigo peculiar to traveling through time and space, when Wang Qiu opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar living room of his own house.

Senior Wen Desi, who was covered in blood, was lying half-dead on the marble floor at the moment, while Ma Tong and Cai Rong were anxiously guarding aside. …,

The next steps are naturally logical - make a phone call, call an ambulance, send to the hospital, register, first aid, pay the bill...... It wasn't until this series of things was tossed and they watched Senior Wen Desi being pushed into the operating room with their own eyes that Wang Qiu and the others relaxed a little.

So, they were already exhausted and exhausted, so they gathered in the empty corridor outside the operating room, waiting for the operation to end, while holding on to the benches on both sides of the corridor, and each sat down to rest.

Looking up, it was already a quiet night outside the window, and the clock on the wall showed that it was the early hours of the morning in the dead of night.

Everyone looked at each other meaningfully, and then sighed in unison.

“…… Alas, a thrilling adventure ended inexplicably, and it feels so disappointing! ”

Senior Sister Ma Tong first wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, and then said thoughtfully, "...... Well, by the way, don't we seem to have forgotten something? ”

For this brainless question, Captain Cai Rong, who has a natural stupid attribute, just blinked his eyes for some reason.

But at the same time, Wang Qiu's body suddenly became extremely stiff, and a thin cold sweat broke out on his head...... A moment later, he let out a wail in a trembling tone under the curious gaze of the two female colleagues:

“…… Oops! It's over! Our Director Ma doesn't seem to be back on the Mexican plateau on the other side of the wormhole! ”

Suddenly, the temperature seemed to drop by 30 degrees, and the entire corridor fell silent, except for the clock hanging on the wall, which was still clicking rhythmically......

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PS: The story of ancient America has come to an end for the time being, but for some readers who are still unsatisfied, please don't be discouraged first, Mr. Wen just took a break in the middle, and maybe the day when the king returns! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )