Ethan was told to move the camp the day after the inhumans arrived. There are twenty-nine hours and thirty minutes a day on Muscles. They were woken up at around six in the morning, and then they hurriedly put away their tents, and under the command of several soldiers, they helped transport some boxes that they didn’t know what they contained into the military aircraft. However, unlike Ethan's imaginary transfer by aircraft, non-people watched the large aircraft carry groups of soldiers flying away one after another, leaving only a small group of soldiers to lead them on foot in the forest to search for rebel guerrillas. team.
Of course they also left some weapons.
It's just that those weapons are all cold weapons with strange shapes, and they don't even have bullets that can shoot bullets.
Samuel picked up a machete-like blue weapon made of unknown metal, weighed it in his hand, and asked the red-haired Sergeant Wilson, "What's this?"
Sergeant Wilson said with a toothpick in his mouth, "Knife."
"If you really meet the Horned Man, do you expect us to use this unearthed artifact to cut them down? Are you kidding?"
Sergeant Wilson stood in front of Samuel, two men of about the same height staring at each other viciously.
"It's good that you scumbags have weapons." Wilson said through gritted teeth.
Another female lead, Alpha, who appeared to be on the same level as the red-haired sergeant, glared at Wilson and explained, "These weapons were seized from some of their temples, and they seem to think they were cursed with these weapons. Yes, the souls killed by them will be ashes, so they are afraid of these weapons. Trust me, these things may be better than guns."
Non-people line up to receive weapons. What Ethan got in his hand was a short knife, which seemed to be polished with some kind of crystal, and shone with purple light in the twilight. If you look closely, there are many intricate runes on the blade, all of which are incomprehensible in the horned language.
According to some religious traditions, knives so engraved and specially made of unsturdy crystals or other materials with special meanings are usually used for some sacrificial rituals. It is used to slit the throats of animals or people, or to pierce the heart, to offer the soul of a sacrifice to the gods.
But why are they afraid of these "sacred tools" used for sacrifice
The non-people were divided into ten paths, each led by three soldiers, entering the forest from different angles and directions. Their destination is the city of Anas, a horned city that has just been controlled by the human army, about 100 kilometers away. The city was occupied by the rebels not long ago. After the city was broken, the horned rebels who were not killed in the bombing fled into the vast night forest in front of them and disappeared. The mission of the non-people this time is to search and drive them out, and then the regular army will wipe them out.
The forest was very humid, the water vapor condensed into hoarfrost and covered the trees and branches, and the whole tree suddenly looked like it was made of silver. Many flying insects that glow like fireflies were disturbed by them, and they fluttered from the leaves of their perches, floating and swaying in the night wind that came quietly from nowhere. The scenery was so illusory and so beautiful that Ethan couldn't help but want to imprint it in his mind and pass it on to Tanisel to have a look.
Then he actually sensed the message from Taniser.
The message was just a sudden emotion, warm and genial, like the temperature of a smile. Ethan clearly knew that the emotion was not his, but that Tanithel passed on to him.
Even though they are five hundred light-years apart, they can see the same beauty. Ethan felt a touch of happiness.
There was probably some kind of bird's cry echoing around, which seemed a little hollow and mysterious in the dim light, and it sounded a bit like a cry after listening for a long time. The ground is densely covered with vegetation, and there are unknown creatures lurking. The soldiers walking in front and behind have turned on the sonar devices installed on their waists. The infrasound frequency, which is inaudible to human ears, can drive away nearby insects and ants, but they dare not. Adjust the frequency of the device too high, because the hearing of the horned person is much more sensitive than that of the human being, and can hear the sound of the band that the human cannot hear.
Stumbling, not going fast. The oxygen content of the air here is not as high as that of the earth. Is it necessary to take out an oxygen bag from the backpack to take a few breaths of oxygen? In this situation, if there is a fierce fight with people, it is estimated that they will be killed soon...
Ethan has seen horned people on TV, with a layer of translucent hair that fits tightly against the skin, like a layer of skin that mirrors their surroundings from a distance. On their heads were a pair of hard horns that curved downward like a ram, and their eyes were slender, with no whites visible, only a dark purple iris and cat-like pupils. They can see in the dark, but can't stand too strong light, so in many cases, if they want to lose their combat effectiveness, they can temporarily blind them by giving them super light. However, with the invention of goggles, this trick also It doesn't work every time.
They do not like to see foreigners, insist on wearing the heavy and dull clothing of their own nation, and eat uncooked food, sprinkled with salt and condiments at best. They also have their own cities and cultures, and they use modern computers and machines to cultivate their fields, but they still retain their bloodthirsty disposition. Every year, every city holds a hunting competition, and the horned man who wins the first place would be considered heroic.
Earth people always think that they are uncivilized savage people, and even think that their intelligence is not as high as other more open planetary races, but Ethan always thinks that it is just that people don't know them well enough. Every time he saw their characteristic indifferent and sluggish expressions on TV, it gave him a sense of discomfort. He always felt that there were clusters of light flashing in the depths of those eyes, and there was a trace in the corners of the tightly pursed lips. Invisible sneer.
Ethan didn't want to mess with them at all.
No one was seen for two days in a row. On the third day, Derek found some strangely shaped spherical things tied with wooden sticks and strings hanging on the tree. Some people said they were bird nests, but there were obvious artificial knots in them. The farther they went, the more orbs of weaving hung on the tree, and Ethan became more and more uneasy, suspecting that it resembled the wooden humanoids that witches used to cast curses on in ancient times.
Now they went deep into the mountains, far from the horned settlements. Could it be that so many things were made by those fleeing horned rebels
Do they really have the time to do so many things that seem to be very intricately crafted
Of course he didn't believe in witchcraft, but he somehow sensed something was wrong. I don't know if it's a coincidence or not. He seems to have a lot more intuition than before, as if he is more sensitive to the surrounding environment, but because of this, he can experience more fear than ordinary people.
But what he needs to control most is fear.
He whispered to Samuel, "We shouldn't go any further..."
Samuel glanced at him. "Do we have a choice?"
Taifeng patted his shoulder, as if trying to comfort him. Ethan just shook his head with a wry smile, and secretly squeezed the knife in his hand.
They camped as usual at about twenty-six o'clock that night. A day on Muscle is too long, and the difference between day and night is too small. Walking down one day is like walking two nights. After dinner, Ethan lay exhausted in his sleeping bag and was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard a strange sound from somewhere deep in the forest, whether it was singing or hissing.
He sat up and listened, trying to tell if it was a bird call. But after a while he was pretty sure it was a human voice, not sure if it was a howl of pain or joy. He had no way to determine the direction of the source of the sound. It seemed that no matter how he turned his head, the sound was coming from every corner, and it was extremely ghostly in the faint streamer of grass blades and flying insects.
Several other soldiers and non-humans also sat up vigilantly. Obviously, the sound was not his own hallucination.
Wilson took the gun, quickly pointed to a few inhumans and another soldier beside him, and whispered, "You guys come and see me, don't make a sound."
Ethan was not among the chosen, but Samuel followed. Tai Feng moved towards him and whispered, "Could it be horned people... I've heard that their beliefs are very strange, often barking and jumping like crazy, and tying up live animals directly Ripped his belly and smeared blood on his body."
Ethan didn't know what to say, so he had to reply, "It's unlikely that our people are calling anyway."
"They're planning something." Derek, who was leaning against another tree, said while chewing a piece of chewing gum he didn't know where he got it, "I helped those big men intercept the information of the Ophiuchus Alliance before, and they had a relationship with those The Horned Rebels have connections and say they will help them prepare."
"Prepare? What?" Ethan asked.
Derek shrugged, "That's not something I can ask. Anyway, it's definitely not a good thing to have something to do with the Ophiuchus Alliance."
After about an hour, Wilson and the others came back, but there was a bit of confusion on their faces, as if they were preoccupied. The other soldiers asked how the situation was, but Wilson just waved his hand casually, "It seems like a bird chirping, a false alarm."
bird call
Ethan was pretty sure it wasn't a bird call. He looked at Samuel, who just shrugged, "We looked for the sound, and we could vaguely see a fire in the woods. But when we sneaked past, the fire went out in an instant, and the sound disappeared. Where there should be a fire, there are no scorched branches, and there is no human figure. We are so close, if anyone escapes, we can definitely see it. But there is no one, and the fire looks like It's like it never existed." Samuel said and shook his head, "It's not like we all collectively have the same hallucinations, right?"