The curtain door of the tent made a squeaky sound of being opened.
Spades tightened the hand covering Bai Liu's lips, and whispered to his ear: "Here."
Bai Liu's gaze shifted, he passed through several obstacles blocking his line of sight, and landed on the shoe of the person who had just stepped into the tent-it was a pair of well-made prop shoes.
The estimation of Spades was correct, and it was indeed his teammates who came in.
Someone murmured: "The guy in Spades dropped the corpse he snatched here, what the hell?"
"Inverse God, what do you think?"
Nishen looked around and said, "He should be planning to use this as a stronghold."
Bai Liu hiding under the bed squinted his eyes—this rebellious voice is an AI-synthesized mechanical sound that is very similar to human voices, and it is impossible to hear it if you don't listen carefully.
However, in the games Bai Liu has made, there has been a technical docking of this area, and one of the voices is almost the same as that of Inverse God. Bai Liu heard it instantly—
—This guy uses a synthetic voice in front of his teammates, not his original voice.
He looked up and turned his gaze away, trying to see the face of the goddess, but the spades behind him became tighter and tighter, but in the end, Bai Liu still saw the face of the goddess walking to the bed.
It was a very unrecognizable face. Even a professional player like Bai Liu who was good at memorizing human facial features would need to stare still for two or three seconds before he could barely remember this face.
-But the next time I saw it, Bai Liu was not sure that he could immediately distinguish the rebellious spirit from the crowd.
The facial features of this person are so ordinary to the point of vagueness.
Just like his voice, there is a sense of violation that is too normal and balanced after being manually adjusted.
Nishen didn't stay by the bed for long, and then took the other players and turned away: "Spades may have found a better stronghold and gave up the original..."
"But he didn't take away his body..."
"... Maybe you saw a better corpse on the road, with a higher judgement score. Spades lost this one. This is not the first time he did this. The last time he confronted the Kabbalah Guild …"
A group of people talked and walked out of the tent.
But the spade still stuck to Bai Liu's shoulder motionless, as if waiting for something, didn't get out of the bed.
"Another wave is coming." Spades said.
As his voice fell, the curtain of the tent that had just been closed was opened again. Bai Liu looked through the gaps between various items under the bed and saw several pairs of panicked army green rubber shoes dragging a blood clot lying on a stretcher. , Or a human figure that can only be described as a blood clot entered the tent.
This [blood clot] is gone, and the semi-sticky blood pouring out of his mouth smeared his entire face and his facial features were invisible. The broken limbs kept spraying blood out, and the tent was already covered with splashes. Blood.
A soldier tried to use a bandage to tighten the sections of his limbs to stop the bleeding, but this was only an apprentice—the flow of blood only changed from a "fountain" to a "stream", but there was no sign of stopping.
The soldier's voice panicked: "...He is still alive! Why didn't the medical soldiers take him away for treatment when cleaning the battlefield! Just let him stay where he was blown up by the enemy's tail-sweeping shells!"
"He could have lived!" When he said these words, the soldier was still tightening the bandage stuck in his arms, trying to stop the bleeding by such a human means—because the force was too strong, his voice was a little bit Trembling.
The other soldier’s voice has to be calmer, but it is still hard to conceal a heavy weight: "... Haven't you noticed that we have encountered more and more living people when we cleaned the battlefield recently?"
"...There are more and more wounded soldiers on the battlefield, but the medical supplies are obviously unable to keep up. We don't have so many supplies to rescue the wounded. And leaving the wounded alone will damage morale, so the rear troops are prepared to..."
The soldier who was tightening the bandages to save people had a difficult voice: "-So this group of people just didn't save them, let us take them away as corpses, so that there would be no wounded soldiers, only martyrs?"
The other soldier was silent.
The soldier sneered bitterly: "It's just a reissue of a martyr's merit metal medal. This group of non-commissioned officers sells things that are less than five cents. They think it can be worth their lives?"
He asked sternly, but there was a cry in his voice: "Guy, this corpse lying on the ground, he ate and slept with us yesterday to collect the corpse and write to his mother and fiancee. You think a martyr brand is worth his. Fate?"
"... I don't think it's worth it." Guy replied sadly, "But Alex, this is war. The value of our lives is not judged by ourselves, and even our bodies are not controlled by us."
Alex finally let go of his trembling hand, and he slumped on the ground and muttered to himself: "... Yeah, this is war. What those high-ranking non-commissioned officers want most is not something that can be attacked. A corpse?—No emotion, no value, or even life."
There was no blood flowing out of the broken limbs of the corpse on the stretcher-he was already dead.
Guy hugged Alex in a trance and put his head on his shoulders: "—but there is no such corpse in this world, so we are human beings in war like corpses. We shouldn’t be human."
"—Alex, stop having feelings for other corpses, that would be too painful."
Alex hugged Guy's back shoulder tightly. He buried his face in, and sobbed quietly: "I can't do it, Guy, I can't-I'm not a corpse."
"I can't stop my sympathy, doubt, hatred and love."
Alex’s face was full of tears. He looked at the blood-stained, unrecognizable corpse on the ground through Guy’s blood-stained shoulder, and asked in a daze: "—Guy, you said if the body can move , As those people want to continue the war, will there be no one injured or killed on the battlefield, just need to have soldiers like us who recover corpses?"
Guy stroked Alex's hair, as if he was stupid and sighed: "You have one month to turn 20. This is not a question you should think about."
"Trying to survive on the battlefield is what you should think about."
Alex lowered his head against Guy's heart, suddenly raised his head and kissed him, and put his arms around his neck.
And Guy was not shocked by Alex’s behavior, instead he leaned back on the bed softly, still letting Alex kiss him frantically to vent his emotions—it doesn’t seem to be the first thing. This happened.
The two took off each other’s blood-stained clothes, and looked at each other for a long while breathing heavily. Alex seemed to be restraining and restraining his own emotions and desires that he shouldn’t have. He stretched his body on Guy’s body, and his waist trembled. .
He knew that this was wrong.
But he no longer knew what was right.
It seemed that he was aware of Alex’s rejection. Guy, who was lying on the bed, raised his hand to cover his eyes. He tried his best to express himself in a relaxed and slightly ridiculous tone: "Hey, boy, relax, anyone There is a reasonable way to use condoms. Tom in the tent next door can run out of ten boxes of Ares condoms in the brothel in the town a month."
"We just..." Guy paused. "It's just like going to a brothel, do you understand? But of course it's not the same as that, but you and I don't want to go to a brothel, so we use this method Come to vent..."
Alex still lowered his head and said nothing.
"God!" Guy interrupted himself abruptly. He put down his hands and stared at the top of the blood-splattered tent, muttering to himself in a daze, "What am I talking to you... Yali X, you are still a child."
"You shouldn't be in a place like this with me, doing this kind of thing at this time... If I take you badly, God will punish me."
Guy tried to push Alex up.
"Then God should punish me." Alex raised his crying red eyes, "Because I just want to do it with you, I can't help it. I can't think of this happening to anyone except you. ."
"You are in this place, and I feel the only one who doesn't look like a corpse."
"I love you, Guy."
Alex pushed the stunned Guy back to the bed, and they shook violently on the simple steel frame, as if they were about to become corpses under the bed in the next moment.
Listening to the main line of the plot attentively, when I heard half of it, I suddenly switched to the /people channel and couldn't understand it, so I showed the confused spades: "...?"
Bai Liu who listened attentively to the main line and realized what was going to happen halfway through hearing: "..."
This Guy and Alex are actually a couple.
Although Bai Liu has read a lot of bizarre research reports, he knows that in some difficult and special circumstances where women are lacking, the proportion of gay men will rise sharply.
It's not because these men are naturally fond of men, but in this kind of cramped, high-risk environment, it is difficult for them not to face each other day and night and ask their back comrades to have a special sustenance that is higher than friendship.
The most direct manifestation is that in this environment, many men tend to have intimate relationships with men around them, such as sex/relationships.
So Bai Liu expected that he might see this situation in this copy, but not in this situation.
The steel frame at the foot of the bed was shaking violently, and from time to time he would strike the calm-eyed Bailiu on the back of the head. There was a warm entanglement in only one place between the bed board. Echoed in the tent.
If only Bai Liu was alone, he could completely walk out of the bed shamelessly.
But... when someone exists in this situation, everything becomes...
After confirming that some small movements could not disturb the two people above, Spades approached Bai Liu and asked in a low voice, "What they are doing is related to the main storyline?"
Bai Liu turned around to face the spades and said calmly: "It's not very relevant. I can only say that this incident shows the character relationship between the two NPCs."
"Why are you asking this?"
"Oh." Spades nodded understandingly. "Is that right? Just now when you heard Alex was about to insert/in Guy, you felt a little nervous and hid away."
"I thought this was something closely related to the main storyline, you want to listen carefully."
Bai Liu: "..."
Spades looked at Bai Liu in confusion: "? Why are you red?"