The Marks of Intertwined Fates Chapter 10: The Meaning of "Travel" (Part II)
The early morning light was very soft, shining through the thin screen window, as gentle as a mother's hand, gently caressing the immature face.
Tong Yao woke up from his slumber, his long black shawl hair slid down with his undulating body, as smooth as a black pearl, and with a strong girlish fragrance.
Before I knew it, it had been five months since I came to this world.
There is less hesitation, nervousness, hostility and caution at the beginning, and more submissiveness, calmness and warmth.
There was a blankness in her eyes, more of a hint of joy hidden in the depths of her heart.
Everything here is like heaven.
There is no plunder, no war, no fraud, and it is as warm as a fairytale wonderland. The surrounding neighborhoods are very nice and gentle, although there are some philistines and scheming, but they are still too good to imagine.
For what happened to him, the young Tong Yao couldn't explain the principle, although he had been exposed to a lot of TV series, movies and novels of this type during this time, but he still felt absurd and fantastical.
Downstairs came the sound of Suosuo, the nose moved, the crispy toast on the bread machine exuded a faint cereal aroma, and the sides of the poached egg fried on the frying pan had turned slightly yellowed. Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can clearly feel a rich, unprecedented, homely warmth.
"Get up, little lazy worm, swallow slowly, but you're going to be late." Downstairs, the mother tied her bib and held a shovel, calling softly.
In fact, there is no need to call, during this time, Tong Yao gets up early every day, and she is used to waking up in the early morning. The habit of survival taught her that the moment of darkness before the sun rose was the best time to find food.
It's a pity that in this world, all the extremely effective experiences accumulated through life in the past don't seem to work. Turn on the iron faucet and you will have sweet and refreshing tap water, open the refrigerator and you will have a full load of food, and even every day, there is excess kitchen to be emptied.
Tong Yao is working hard to get used to the rhythm of life here, although there will be some oceanic appearances many times, but it doesn't matter, compared with life, what ugly things can't be overcome.
She obediently went downstairs, the hearty breakfast on the table was ready, the middle-aged woman named Mother came over, squatted gently in front of her, sorted out her messy school uniform, and then hurriedly packed up the keys, wallets and other small items.
"Mom went to work, remember to lock the door when you go out, and don't desert when crossing the street, and when you take the school bus, you have to say hello to the teacher, remember?" Bai Wanting babbled and chattered, mainly because her daughter was too unreassuring, she was obviously seventeen years old, and she was already sensible, but she was as rough as an ignorant child of seven or eight years old, and she always lacked roots in doing things.
"Woo," Tong Yao stuffed bread in his mouth and nodded desperately, the woman smiled with satisfaction, put on her high heels, took off the kun bag on the coat rack, and hurriedly slammed the door away.
The early morning wind was slightly humid.
This is the island nation of Kavendi in the Pacific Ocean.
Tong Yao stood on the edge of the tram tracks, walking aimlessly, the flashing traffic warning lights kept changing, and with a hula, a strong wind blew by, and a rusty tram sped past him.
The sky is very blue, there are occasional seagulls flying by, looking up into the distance, the sea water between the sky is sparkling, from time to time there is a wave, the summer sun is sprinkled down, the voices are gradually boiling, some tourists can't help the passion, early in the morning has been carrying a surfboard on the beach to linger.
"Tong Yao, woo, wait for me!" A familiar voice came from behind him, and through the crowd, a chubby girl struggled to squeeze in, holding her knees and gasping for breath.
"Morning, Wang Wenwen," she turned her head, a bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, at this moment, she was undoubtedly happy.
...........
At the same time, as the unfortunate party. Ye Suqin looked at the porthole with a sinking face, the fog in the atmosphere this morning was very heavy, and it was hazy white outside.
The planes were jolting so hard that they entered the rain layer, which indicated that their destination was not far away; Coming soon.
Some people silently held notebooks to record their directions and mileage, some silently wiped their weapons and equipment, and some leaned back in their chairs and pretended to sleep.
The withered leaf butterfly sitting next to her had a pale face and trembling lips; People from the wilderness, no matter how strong their psychological qualities, instinctively have a sense of repulsion, nay, insecurity, in the event of a means of transport with their feet off the ground.
The stronger the people, the stronger this insecurity becomes, and they are accustomed to holding their lives in the palm of their hands; This kind of vehicle that once something happens, even escaping has become a vehicle of luxury, and for them, if they can stay away, they must hide far away.
On the contrary, Ye Suqin, who was also born in the wilderness, appeared much calmer.
Someone whispered in the corner, pointing at this "monster" who was as quiet as the big boy next door. It's an occasional madman, as last night proved; But he's also a particularly attention-grabbing guy. After all, in any era, guys who are very different from the mainstream can often gain more attention.
Not including the pilot and deputy, there were fourteen people left in the cabin, and the two leading instructors sat on the exit hatch with sharp eyes, one left and one right, and one of them coughed a few times and shouted, "I'll ask again one last time, if there is anything to quit." ”
There was silence in the cabin.
Basically, at this point, no one wants to quit, and there is only one step away from winning the crown.
Although the intensity of training has not decreased, there are three more places than in previous years, and only five more people need to be eliminated to easily win Valhalla.
Everyone's eyes became hot.
"Very good, the rules of the game are very simple, we are in a small city called Idar, it is about 112 kilometers away from the headquarters, with your physical fitness, you can go back after walking for a week. Of course, there is no time limit for this mission, and there is no way to choose, whether it is to drive back in the car, or climb back, there is no requirement, the only requirement is to go back alive. The sharp gaze of the leading instructor swept over everyone one by one.
"There are only three things you need to pay attention to in the whole game, first, live, second, survive, and third, fucking live. There are no rules attached, no restrictions, everything is allowed. Hear me clearly, and I repeat, everything is allowed. The instructor paused, raised his watch to look at the time, and then said, "There are still three minutes before the restrictions are lifted, and in three minutes, you will parachute down from here in turn." Remember, as soon as you take your feet off this pedal, everything that follows is allowed, do you hear me? ”
"Hear me clearly, sir." Everyone was roaring.
A lightning bolt struck on the side, and the plane, which was already jolting due to air convection, shook even more violently, even if they were wearing harnesses, everyone still involuntarily kept their feet off the ground, and the whole person was stuck to their seats by inertia.
None of the things in the aisle did not shake, and the suitcases crackled and hit the outer edge of the baffle, worried that they would not fall off the bulkhead at any time and hurt people.
Every time he saw these heavy luggage that had been packed and fixed to the stern with nylon net ropes, the corners of Ye Suqin's eyes twitched involuntarily. Although when I came, I clearly said that everything in the warehouse was allowed to be carried if it could be moved and moved in, but this amount was inevitably too much.
He carried nothing but a portable backpack, an SVD, and two melee weapons.
The instructor stood up, nodded to the other assistant, and then opened the hatch, and the biting cold wind howled in, blowing the students off guard. A handful of people grabbed something like a handle strap on the bulkhead in time to avoid being blown over.
"It's time, Go! Go! Go! On the sixth, you come first. The instructor waved his hand to the crowd, and a short young man slowly moved over against the whistling wind, and the others began to line up in turn.
Ye Suqin had spare time, tilted his head and glanced out the window, after passing through the rain layer, the turbulence of the plane gradually decreased, and the vast white outside was replaced by lush green vegetation.
A huge city is hidden under a hill, and the view from above gives you an unobstructed view of the whole city.
It is a war-torn city; Viaducts, buildings, and landmarks have all collapsed, and large swaths of buildings are like thick ink splashed on them, black and black, which is a masterpiece left behind by napalm.
To the west of the city, countless vegetation is like a row of neatly marching soldiers, enveloping the encirclement in a semi-arc from the south and from the north, completely engulfing almost the entire city.
Look, there's something tiny moving, hiding.
At this moment, it was still nearly three hundred meters from the ground, and the houses on the ground were only the size of matchboxes, and those small things were huge, on all fours, running like flying, constantly shuttling between buildings.
"Fourteen, fourteen, it's your turn, damn it, what are you doing, don't grind." The instructor's roar sounded harshly in the earphones, Ye Suqin quickly gathered his mind, tied the hook of the guide umbrella to the cable, and then ran up in the aisle in the cabin, jumped hard, and jumped down from the tail of the open cabin.
It's not the first time I've skydived, and I've long since passed the initial panic, letting the strong wind continue to blow on my cheeks, cutting like a knife. Upon landing in place, the main umbrella opened and floated lightly towards the ruins of a towering building.
Skydiving in the city is risky, especially for their untrained crew, but today he was surprisingly lucky to land on the roof of a half-collapsed apartment building.
The moment his feet landed, he retracted his body, and almost all the strength of his body was mobilized, and his body fell on the spot along the momentum of the forward leaning, rolling a few times in a row, unloading the potential energy, and then stopped.
Cut the cable with a dagger, take off the umbrella bag behind you, pick up the tactical backpack you carried with you, stand up, and look up, the snow-white flowers in the sky are still blooming, and some of them have boxes of army-green weapons strapped underneath.
From this moment on, the chews of the beasts were removed, and their sharp fangs were exposed, waiting to be devoured.
The show seems to be about to begin.
And in the distance, in the billowing dust and smoke, there are also teams of wandering hunters who are hurrying towards this side without stopping.
It's time to hunt, it's officially here.