"Hmm-"

Lawrence got up from behind the crumbling wooden table, stretched, and put away the leather notebook on the table.

Dusted off his body, put on his mask and black top hat, and pushed open the creaking door.

The sun shone through the clouds in the sky, and a beam of light hit Lawrence's body, dyeing the doctor with a faint golden light, and even the crow on his shoulder exuded a faint sense of sacredness.

"Don Xincheng, I hope it hasn't completely fallen under her efforts. The doctor straightened his collar and hat and walked towards the new city of Duncheng in the face of the sun.

"Wright Benedict wants you to take care of Dustless, otherwise I wouldn't suggest giving you a taste of the oldest surgical procedure. ”

A dangerous red glow flashed through the lenses of the beak mask.

"Alas, there are only 143 survivors left. ”

In the stargazing tower of Dun New Town, a woman dressed as an aristocratic scholar couldn't help but feel powerless when she saw that there were only a hundred or so civilians left in the courtyard.

I didn't expect this plague to be so terrifying, even the star spirits couldn't isolate it, and I didn't know what happened to the other guys.

"Miss Althea Wheeler, don't worry about the other adults, and I've been told that Dr. Lawrence is on his way. ”

A butler-like man bowed to the woman known as Althea Wheeler and handed over a cup of brewed tea.

"Thanks, William," Orthea said, taking a sip of her tea.

"Miss, this is what I should do. William Wollaston bowed and withdrew.

"It's been two years, do you finally remember me?"

Walking out onto the balcony and looking out of the city, Althea smiled, she hadn't smiled in a long time since the plague began.

The tall wooden gates, the heavy stone brick walls, and the former territorial capital are now in ruins.

"Don New Town, it's here. ”

The doctor pushed open the small door in the wall, and the dust scattered in layers, and at this moment, the sun peeked out of the dark clouds and shone into the city.

"Brush, brush" The soft sound of flipping a book came from an antique study.

If Lawrence had been present, he would have recognized this as Jehovah, the Lord of Heaven.

Jehovah was sitting in a wooden chair looking through the book in front of him.

"Battlefield: Veteran Scott" - Written by Yamakawa Lingze

On the plain, overgrown with tall grass and blooming wildflowers, there were two large trees, and between the trees hung an army-green hammock on which lay a chubby British soldier.

There was also a tall lanky veteran leaning under the tree.

"Hey, Breton. A sergeant walked up to the soldier and said, seeing that he was not awake, he kicked Breton in the ass.

"Breton!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sergeant. Brayton quickly took off the steel helmet covering his face, opened his eyes, and said sorry.

"Pick someone, bring gear. ”

The sergeant finished giving the order and turned to leave.

"Yes, Sergeant. Breton sighed, sat up, and put his helmet on.

He stood up and stretched out his hand to the veteran next to him.

The veteran looked up, chuckled, and stood up with his hand grabbed Breton.

Glancing in the direction the sergeant was walking, straightened out his backpack, and bent down to pick up the Lee-Enfield rifle leaning against the tree

"Don't grind!" the sergeant's voice came from afar.

"Yes, Sergeant. Breton strapped his rifle with a tired look on his face and hurried to follow the sergeant.

Brayton turned his head and asked the veteran who was arranging his steel helmet next to him, "Do you have anything to eat?"

"No, only faith. ”

The veteran straightened his steel helmet and took the letter out of his waterproof leather jacket.

"It's afternoon tea!"

"Tea is coming!"

In the distance, there was the sound of rattles, afternoon tea, and British traditions.

Brayton took the letter from the veteran's hand, read it as he walked, and couldn't help but smile as he looked at the family letter.

"Myrtin is going to give birth to a puppy. With that, Brayton glanced at the letter again and put it in his shirt pocket.

"Did you receive the letter?" Brayton asked.

"Nope. The veteran's gaze looked at the trench in the distance.

Hearing this, Breton changed the subject.

"Aren't you hungry? I'm dying of hunger. "I thought I would be able to eat enough when I came here, so I didn't become a priest." ”

The veteran smiled, and as he walked, he took out a linen wrap from his pocket, opened it, and tore a piece out of it.

"What's good?" Breton stepped forward.

The veteran stuffed something in his mouth and said, "Ham and bread." ”

Entering the trench, surrounded by a bunch, three or five soldiers sat around drinking afternoon tea.

"Where did you get that?" Breton looked at the veteran enviously.

"I have my own way. As he spoke, he tore off a piece and handed it to Breton.

"Give. With that, the veteran took another bite of the bread in his hand.

"Oh, it smells like old shoes. Brayton grumbled after a few chews.

"If you want to start a little, there will be a turkey dinner this time next week. The veteran wrapped the rest of the bread and put it in the bullet pack on his belt.

"Without my share, my vacation was cancelled. Breton looked aggrieved.

As they advanced, they had entered the trenches reinforced with planks behind them.

Boxes of ammunition were piled up on the ground beyond the trenches.

"Is there a reason?" asked the veteran.

"I don't know. Brayton said, looking at the ground.

"It's better not to go home. The veteran looked back at Breton and smiled.

As they paced, the trenches grew higher and higher, reinforced with sandbags on the top floor.

"Borrowed!"

At an intersection, a squad of British anti-Lewis machine guns, carrying Lee Enfield on their backs, walked by with ammunition boxes.

Brayton looked around suspiciously as they left, rows of rifles, neatly stacked ammunition boxes, and a plank nailed to the wall of the trench "Church Boulevard." ”

Looking at the busy friendly forces around him, Breton felt that something was strange.

"Something is wrong, did you hear anything?"

Brayton asked, turning back as he walked.

"Nope. ”

The veteran leaned sideways through a corner and staggered with the opposing team fighting machine guns.

"It's going to be an attack, right? Bet ten shillings, we're going to the front. ”

"I'm not betting with you. The veteran smiled and shook his head.

"Why? Because I'm right?" said Breton smirked.

"No, because you don't have ten shillings with Ben. The veteran replied.

As they walked, the trenches grew deeper and deeper.

Near the command, the sergeant was waiting for them.

"Take your time, gentlemen. The sergeant looked at his watch and continued with him to the command.

"Any news, sergeant?" Brayton sped up a few points and kept up with the sergeant.

"What's the news?" said the sergeant, without even replying his head.

"Attack in a big way. It should have been launched a few weeks ago, and they said they would be home before Christmas. ”

..................

Closing the book, Jehovah stretched, looked out the window at the dark night sky, sighed, and turned and walked out of the study.

"Take a shower and go see those little ones tomorrow. ”