The cold wind blew from the north without warning, and the prosperous imperial capital was covered with frost overnight, and midwinter was coming, but today, the people in the imperial capital woke up early, and no one cared about the biting wind and frost. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"When~When~~"

The first rays of dawn pierced the starry sky, and the sound of the bell resounded through the majestic and giant-like imperial capital.

The thunderous horn sound was accompanied by the screams and cheers of the people in the imperial capital, and a huge blood-colored thorn flower banner slowly sailed out of the imperial capital, and with this arrogant and bloody banner, it was the one who brought countless glory to the empire, the first expeditionary force of the empire, the Sharman Legion!

But no one noticed that in front of the legion, under the blood-colored thorn flower banner, the legion leader's gloomy face was as watery.

This was the Empire's tenth expedition, and the benefits of the expedition were long beyond the cost of the expedition.

In the cold winter, the empire is going on an expedition, which is not 'greedy for merit and profit' and 'good luck' can describe the old king!

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In the far north of the Ottoman Empire, where the bitter cold had long been raging, the bitter cold wind was raging, and the slums outside the county were full of dilapidated houses made of dead wood and mud and stones.

On the other hand, under the narrow and muddy 'streets' and low 'eaves', the cold is just a feeling. What these people have to face is the despair of death that comes, and if there is consolation, it is the miracle of nothingness.

For example, at this time, next to the garbage heap, a boy who had long been frozen miraculously did it, looked around blankly, raised his hands tremblingly, stared for a moment, as if he thought of something, and hurriedly dragged his stiff body towards the garbage heap.

Presumably recognizing the discomfort of his body, the boy forcibly crossed his feet, rubbed his legs desperately, and made all kinds of strange movements.

After a while, the body that looked like a dead man slowly improved, and after a while, it showed the same blood color as a normal person.

The boy ignored the difference in his body, and quickly got up, plunged into the garbage heap, and rummaged desperately until a pair of thin, frozen purple and bruised stiff feet appeared in front of him.

The boy grabbed the little foot and seemed to use all his strength to drag out a 'corpse' that was weaker than himself, the little boy seemed to be only six or seven years old, and the 'corpse' dragged out was a little girl about five years old.

Like a little boy, the girl was wearing a layer of crude linen clothes, her body curled up and stiff as ice, at this time the little boy reached out and touched the girl's neck, his brows were twisted, his face showed an anxious look, he looked around, and found a rag, dragged the girl's body, and walked away step by step.

In the boy's memory, he fought with the girl over a stiff piece of bread, and the winner, of course, was himself, and the girl could only curl up in the garbage heap and shiver.

But the stiff bread could not withstand the cold until a miracle occurred......

"Husband, his name is Rogge, and Ge has the meaning of Gewu, how about it?"

"Rogge, Rogge Sherman, that's the name!"

Two voices kept echoing in his head, only Rogge understood that these two voices did not belong to one person, not to one world, this was an incredible experience, this was a miracle that saved two lives.

Rogge had never experienced, or even guessed that there would be such an experience, every cell in his brain was beating actively, and the memory in his mind was clearer than ever, and even the feeling in his mother's womb was so clear!

Roger Sharman is seven years old, and I'm afraid he doesn't even know what memories he has in his head.

According to the memory in his mind, Rog came to a dilapidated wooden door, which was more appropriate than a layer of wooden planks to block the wind.

"Grandma Dia, Grandma Dia ......"

Rogge shouted a little stiffly, Old Man Dia is a rare kind person in the slums, living here, food and clothing is a problem, and Old Man Diya often gives some bread to the children in the slums on the meager income from working in the tailor shop in the city.

Ordinary people often make fun of the old man's behavior, and even sarcastically unsparingly, it is said that the old man's young children starved to death, and not long after the husband died in an accident.

In Rogge's young memory, this old man is the most profound, if it weren't for the old man's help, Rogge may not be able to survive the cold winter of the previous year.

After a while, a violent coughing and wheezing was heard, and after a while, the wooden door was opened, and a scrawny old woman in shabby patched clothes appeared in front of Rogge.

"Oh, little Rog, I don't have anything here for you to steal!"

Old man Dia's charity did not reap anything in return, in this place where people are trying to survive, gratitude is a very luxurious thing, and most of the children who are given alms will come to visit the old man's house and steal everything he can take, and Rogge is of course one of them.

"Grandma Dia, I'm sorry, I won't do that again, please save her!" said Rog and picked up the girl behind him with great difficulty: "Please, trust me this time!"

"Little Rogge, what is this?" The old man looked at Rogge in a daze, as if he was incredulous about Rogge's words just now, but after seeing the little girl in Rogge's arms, the old man hurriedly took it: "It's a poor child, come in quickly......"

The old man's room is very simple, it is estimated that the old man himself has added it, and it is not so ventilated on all sides, there are still sporadic sparks in the wood in the brazier, and the smell of smoke in the house is very strong.

The old man took the thin blanket from the chaise longue, wrapped the girl, placed it beside the brazier, and added the little firewood left to the brazier.

Rogge looked at the messy room, I'm afraid that the old man's home has been 'visited' in the past few days, and the thin blanket wrapped around the girl should be the most 'warm' item here.

When he came to the girl, Rogge lit a fire, there was a kettle above the brazier, added some water to it, picked up the girl's little feet, kept rubbing them, and gave the girl a simple first aid.

Until the girl had a faint audible breath, Rog took a deep breath, looked at the girl's toes, and found a pair of scissors, which had been burning on the fire for a long time, and several of the girl's toes had been frozen and had to be disposed of.

Looking at the unconscious girl, a trace of unbearability flashed in Rogge's eyes, but it was only a blessing that the toes were frozen, and he ruthlessly cut off three necrotic toes.

After a simple treatment, Rogge's tense nerves finally relaxed, and the feeling of soreness and itching spread all over his body, and he also had frostbite all over his body, maybe because of that miracle, it was not a big deal.

"Little Rogge, where did you learn this?"

Old man Dia was particularly curious about Rogge's actions today, and looked at Rogge in surprise with cloudy eyes.

"Grandma Dia, I learned this from a hunter. Rogge looked at the kind old man in front of him, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, because the old man was kicked out of the tailor shop in the city at the beginning of the year because of his old age.

Rogge went into the city and happened to see that scene, usually the old man often worked overnight, and the heavy work and the old man's bitter pleading, but he could not keep this meager income.

After a year, the originally emaciated body is now like dry firewood, there is no food in the house, and Rogge has not seen the old man come out and walk around in recent days.

I guess the old man is waiting for death here!

Even so, in the face of Rogge and the little girl, the old man still reached out to help.

"Grandma Dia, I'll go to the city tomorrow to get some food, don't worry, with me, I will never let you go hungry in the future!"

Rogge raised his head and smiled, that cheerful and confident smile really surprised the old man, and then shook his head and smiled bitterly, obviously not taking it seriously, but for Rogge's actions today, the old man was relieved, coughed a few times, and then had no strength to speak.

"Your body ......"

The old man's body was very weak, looking at the environment in the house, Rogge frowned, and there was nothing he could do for a while, so he could only stagger the crack in the door and relieve it slightly, although it had little effect, but in order to keep warm, he could only endure it and stop talking.

In front of the brazier, Rogge added firewood from time to time, the old man was already asleep, the girl's breathing also stabilized, feeling the changes in her body, frostbite and the previous dark injury gradually improved, but Rogge's thoughts were no longer here.

"Human memories don't disappear, they exist in neurons under the cerebral cortex!

"The world of magic?