As a popular "man of letters" in the army, Tolkien was given special care and had a tent of his own. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This kind of treatment is usually only available to battalion commanders. But in order to keep the tent, he had to do one thing for all the soldiers: write letters for them.

Zhao Mai has read the letter he wrote, which is concise and full of emotion, and a few simple words can form an artistic conception, like a sketch in a painting. He doesn't use complex and profound words, which makes it more moving and accurate, but it also makes it more difficult to read. At the same time, he also wrote telegrams for the soldiers. With a fee for each letter, his knowledge of words can be truly valuable.

"In addition to this, I will also write letters for the soldiers of other troops, now you know why I was able to enter and leave the camp freely, right?" Tolkien put down his pencil, rubbed his already painful wrist, and looked back at Zhao Mai behind him. He had been sitting cross-legged on the ground for more than two hours. At first, Tolkien thought it was some kind of strange sleeping position, but later undoubtedly found that Zhao Mai was not asleep and could still answer his question, so he immediately named this state of mind and recorded it in his inspiration notebook.

"When are we going to England?" Zhao Mai returned from his green dream and resumed his normal breathing. Practicing the use of the Force of Nature near the battlefield made him uncomfortable, like forcing himself to eat next to a stinking garbage dump. But in the barracks, in full view of everyone, he had nothing else to do but meditate and enter the green dream. "I've seen too many battlefields and now I just want to go to the island for a while. Do you have any plans?"

"We set off three days later and traveled through Paris to Le Havre. If it goes well, within twenty days you'll be on the ferry to the UK. Tolkien was confident: "We'll disembark at Portsmouth and head north to London." But I'd love to invite you to my home in Oxford, where Edith's apple pie is the best in the world. ”

"In other words, after three days, you will have nothing to do in the barracks, and you will be able to manage your own itinerary, including going home?"

"That's right. The postman will come the next morning and take all the letters, so I don't have to take a detour to help them carry them. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's good, I'm thinking I'll just drive you away. And, I'd love to be a guest at your house. Before going to magic school, it would be cruel not to reunite you with your wife. "The English Channel is not very deep, let alone very far, the "the・che" can be driven through the bottom of the sea, and there was also an undersea tunnel between Britain and France in later generations.

"Thank you for your understanding. But I'm going to have a headache again now, and I'm not going to tell Edith about it. Tolkien lit his pipe, and the light of the fire came and went, and the smoke rose. "I can't imagine if I came home and said to her, 'Honey, I'm going to learn magic and become a wizard.' I'll be greeted with a hug or a cup of tea. ”

"I only care about the temperature of the tea. Zhao Mai and Tolkien laughed together.

While they were chatting, there was a noise outside. "Caught a spy!traitor!" someone shouted from outside. Immediately after, Zhao Mai heard a sound similar to a wolf's roar, and the thud of the butt of the gun hitting his head.

The reserve stood up, rolled his ears, and then lay down again. "It said it wasn't a wolf. Flora came out of the flower pot in black pajamas and yawned. "Isn't it dawn yet?"

"It's almost dark!" Zhao Mai shook his head. Since Westeros, Flora has been practicing sharing control with Addo, so she is always very tired and often sleeps in the dark. However, there are benefits to this, as she is staying in Ado's body for longer and longer, and Ado is getting more and more adapted. He used to carry Bran on his back, but now he holds a flower pot.

"Mike, what kind of spy do you say when he is caught and learns to howl wolves instead of shouting?" Tolkien said suddenly, "I suddenly thought of a werewolf, would you be interested in checking it out?"

"Werewolf? Let's go, let's go!" Zhao Mai immediately stood up. He was followed by a string: Reserve Grain, Addo, and Dogian, and they always acted together.

They lifted the tent and saw a group of French soldiers escorting a strong, shirtless man whose uniform could only be seen from his trousers. This is a young man with equally developed muscles and hair, and although he is tightly bound by iron chains, it still takes four men to barely control his movements.

"Look! His wounds are healing! God, this is a devil!" one of the soldiers cried out in horror: "Priest, priest, who is going to tell the priest!"

"Where in the world are there so many devils?!" said Major Rupert, the supreme commander of the camp, "put him in an iron cage in the military kennel and send three men to guard him day and night." If he dares to run away or cause trouble, shoot him. ”

"Bastard, you have the ability to shoot!" the man roared, "Come on, I don't want to live anyway, shoot me in the head!"

"Crazy. The Major shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes. Still, he said, "Lock him up and calm him down." And then who caught him? Report to my office right away, and I want to know the details. ”

The cage used for detention is not large, but it is actually for large military dogs, and it is very cramped to hold people. The man who was locked in calmed down instead. His chains had been removed, but he was still handcuffed. Two soldiers looked at him with spears in hand: "Don't play tricks! spies will only be tried, and if they try to escape, they will be killed, you know what to choose!"

"You don't have the guts to hit me. The man scoffed, "I suggest you better let me go, or I'll break your necks when I leave." ”

A soldier raised his gun, ready to give him a butt, while the man in the cage bared his neck and waited for him: "Come, use some strength, little girl!"

"There's no need to be like a madman. Another guard advised: "He is just afraid of the torture of trial, and he does not have the courage to commit suicide, so he wants to borrow our hands to do it." Hey, Mr. Tolkien, you're here!"

"I'm going to take a look at the captives and gather some footage for my press release. Tolkien smiled and said, "This is such a fool, there are no Canadian troops around, it's strange that he runs out dressed like this and doesn't get caught!"

"Who's to say it's not?" said the guard, "I heard Donald say that this fool was wearing a Canadian military uniform, but when he saw us, he turned and fled as if we were Germans." I think he's forgotten what he's going to do, that's why he's so stupid! Donald gave him a shot and took him down. I didn't see the gunshot wound though, so Donald must be bragging, and he's scared down, a coward, haha!"

"Ignorant bastard!" said the man in the cage, "You're dead!"

"Prisoner shut up!"

"I won't be a prisoner forever. The man tugged at the handcuffs and said with a smile, "Remember my name, James Logan Howlett, I am your Grim Reaper!" )