Bailey Wei wiped the sweat from his face. The weather was really hot and dry. He was really wet with sweat and his mouth was very thirsty. But as the captain of the South American team, as a member of this group of fleeing citizens, Leader, he can't drink water by himself at this time, they haven't escaped danger yet.
Thinking of this, Bailey Wei looked at the crowd down the slope. There were more than 500 people here, more than half of whom he and his team members worked hard to rescue from the city, and some who followed the surviving camp that was invaded. The rescued people only have a small amount of food, they have no logistics, and they can't even see hope for the future. Now they are crawling forward like walking zombies.
Bailey's heart felt sour. He looked up at the scorching sun in the sky and the abandoned camp behind him. He sighed and said loudly: Everyone, hold on for a while. The terrain ahead is a forest. You can rest there. After a while, we can eat some food. It is said that there is a town composed of survivors in the distance. If it is true, it must be a signal-free zone, and we are safe for the time being.
These words did not comfort the people walking below, but many of them still showed expressions of emotion and gratitude. Their greatest comfort was Bailey Wei himself. This man who can use holy light to destroy ghosts has been They regard it as the incarnation of an angel sent by God. Even though Bailey has always claimed that his power comes from the Holy Light and has nothing to do with God, all the people just regard it as an excuse.
At this moment, there were three other people behind Bailey, two men and one woman. The woman was a blond beauty. She sighed and said: Captain, these people have been frightened by ghosts. We have been carrying them with us. They are really a burden. They have been in this world for more than a month. The most important thing is that we find a way to find the other two teams. We have been carrying them like this, saving people, being attacked by mutated ghosts, saving people again, and continuing like this. When can we get in touch with the other two teams
Although the other two did not speak, their expressions had clearly betrayed them. They all showed expressions of approval for this beauty, and Bailey looked back at them. She was not angry or anything, but said directly: I I will not force you to find the other two teams, but I feel that I cannot give up the good deeds in front of me because of my ambitious goals. In this regard, I like the saying of Eastern civilization, don’t do good deeds because they are small. , do not do it because of small evil, should do it for convenience, this is my wish, and it is also my great deed. The strengthening of the Paladin is the portrayal of what I yearn for most. Even if there is only one person in front of me who needs me, I will do it. I will stand up and fight against darkness and evil for this person. In the real world, this wish cannot come true. For this reason, I have been tortured to death. The whole society thinks that I am crazy and idiot. I cannot survive. Scum, but now that I'm here, this wish is my great deed.
The other three people all showed their understanding, as expected, and the relief hidden in these eyes, especially the blonde beauty, whose eyes were as soft as water. The three people looked at each other, and they all shook their heads helplessly. .
Bailey Wei ignored the three of them and continued to shout loudly: Come on, everyone, keep walking to the forest, we will camp there, and then we will eat food and have a good rest. I will find a way for everyone to find it. Transportation, we can definitely persevere and survive, everyone, come on
Just like this, under the scorching sun, in this mountain road, hundreds of people staggered forward, and the leader was a man wearing simple armor, holding a war hammer in one hand, and a metal book in the other hand. Under his leadership, this group of people seemed to be extremely tired, but they still moved forward slowly without stopping.
At the same time, on a plain far away from the team, this is the outskirts of Washington. It is also the place with the highest concentration of national-level surviving camps. But unfortunately, most of the camps here have been abandoned, and the army led the people towards Go to the more distant suburban mountains. Of course, not everyone has been protected and left. There are still a large number of scattered people here, and many people who have escaped from Washington. According to them, there are still people in the city. Many people are trapped, living in rooms or basements with red tape, but there is no way to leave the city. Soon, they will probably be trapped in the city and die.
A middle-aged man with a sword across his waist, wearing casual clothes and a pair of straw sandals, but wearing a blue cloak behind him, he was walking in an abandoned camp, here There are still more than a thousand people left, but there is nothing left in this camp. When the government retreated, basically everything they could take away was taken away, and the few food they found was not enough. These more than a thousand people have been struggling. In a state of hunger.
The middle-aged uncle had a deep expression on his face and said nothing. He kept walking in the camp, watching many people fighting for a piece of food, seeing even dead bodies beside the road, looking at the abandoned houses, and looking at the weak people. People, he didn't say a word, and behind him, there were six other people who followed silently.
Suddenly, the middle-aged uncle sat next to a fire. There was a large iron pot on the fire. I didn't know what was cooking in it. It looked like leaves, branches, roots, and some bark, and Some miscellaneous things were mixed in, and there was a strange smell, green in color. I didn't know if it was poison or food.
The person who was cooking this thing was an old man in his sixties. He was wearing a dirty white shirt with many holes. He looked like a beggar, but he was cooking the food very seriously and kept cooking. Stirring the cauldron, his expression no longer looked like a beggar, but more like a scholar.
The old man glanced at the middle-aged uncle sitting next to the big pot. He showed his mouth with half of his front teeth missing, laughed, and then said: You must be hungry because you are such a big man. Why don't you go? Those young and strong people started to grab things to eat. If you and your men go to grab things, you shouldn't be afraid of them, right
kindness
The middle-aged uncle scratched his head and said with a cheerful smile: I don't have the habit of robbing other people's things, because I value the things I own, so I know the pain of losing things, so I will never rob others. If I can, I will give something to others.
The old man was stunned for a moment when giving things to others. He took a broken bowl and put some things in the pot. While stirring, he asked at the same time: What should you give to others? What else can you give to others in this world
dream
When the middle-aged uncle said these two words, his expression was serious, serious, and even pious, as if what he said was not just two words, but a mantra.
When you are born, you should have dreams. Whether you want to get ahead, whether you want to get everything, whether you want to be happy, whether you want to live forever, people should have dreams. I hope to be able to give them. Give dreams to others, especially to the desperate and those who have no dreams. Give them dreams and let them understand what it means to truly live.
When saying these words, the middle-aged uncle clenched his fist, as if this would add strength to his words.
The old man laughed again, but this time his smile was filled with sadness. He handed a bowl of something unknown to the middle-aged uncle and said at the same time: Then keep your precious dream. , this world no longer has the dreams of us humans.
kindness
The middle-aged uncle took the bowl, and at the same time, two of the six people behind him yelled at the same time: Captain, eat that thing
The middle-aged uncle turned around silently, glanced at the two people who were talking coldly, and suppressed their words back into his throat. Then he picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth without looking at it. After a few gurgles, He swallowed it, with a satisfied expression on his face. He then handed the bowl back to the old man and asked: Why are you cooking this pot of food here but you only ate a little
The old man smiled bitterly and said: I hope they won't grab it. I hope they will all come to eat the food I cooked. Although it tastes terrible, at least it can fill their stomachs. I am a botanist. I know everything. Part of it is edible, although it doesn’t really taste that good, but at least it’s good
No, it's delicious. The middle-aged uncle laughed and stood up, lowered his head at the same time, looked at the old man and said seriously: This is the most delicious meal I have eaten since I came to this world.
I don't like to owe favors, so I decided to give you a dream. Tell me, dear old gentleman, what do you desire
The old man looked at the middle-aged uncle's serious expression in surprise. He himself was a little bit dumbfounded. After a long time, he said: I want to eat meat. I want everyone in this camp to eat meat together. I miss my granddaughter roasting it for me. Although my granddaughter is no longer here, I want to eat barbecue before leaving this world.
kindness
The middle-aged uncle raised his head, turned to look at the six people behind him and said: "Have you heard this old gentleman's dream? To be honest, I also want to eat meat. I think everyone in this camp will want to eat meat, right?"
Enter Washington, crush those dozen bug-like invaders to death, scan and locate the mental controllers, and after they are dealt with, we will
Go find meat to eat