Taking the imperial transport plane to the periphery of the Southwest Theater, hitchhiking close to the town with continuous artillery fire, and sneaking into the ruins by night, Xu Le finally arrived at the location where Paul was captured in the intelligence. After observing for ten minutes, he quickly left and dived deeper into the night.
Because the bombing density of the Southwest Theater Command was too high, the intensity of electronic warfare was too terrifying, and because the heavy clouds above his head were too thick, when Xu Le first saw the dilapidated scene of Feige City on the hills , lost the connection with Philip, the black spaceship silently stayed in the meteorite belt somewhere outside the atmosphere of Mohua Star, and could no longer provide him with more help.
These days, he has been wandering around the deserted hillsides in the towns where missiles are flying under the sky of heavy gray clouds. He has no companions, no traveling companions, and no comrades in arms. He just walks alone. Fortunately, he has long been used to walking alone. Fight alone.
Being good at fighting alone doesn't mean that you can defeat all enemies alone. Xu Le knew very well that on a vast and tragic battlefield, his personal strength was very insignificant. No matter whoever fired a grenade salvo on both sides of the war, he could blow himself into a mashed flesh.
So he carefully hid his figure, gradually escaped from the most dangerous neighborhoods, and returned to the green hills on the outskirts of the city. Only in the deepest night would he return to the city like a ghost.
At night, he walked past the dilapidated bell tower, jumped over the thick remnant plane trees, wiped the heavy ash from the windows, peered into the messy floor of the warehouse, and carefully searched for all the tiniest traces. Because of determination, perseverance or luck, he found the right path and saw the dark cellar and three dead bloodstained corpses inside.
The battle between the two sides started every moment in every corner, even in the hills and forests that looked very quiet. In just three days, Xu Le searched along the edge of the northeast corner of Feige City and witnessed four tragic battles. street fighting.
He saw the Imperial mech collided with the Federation armored vehicle, he saw the waist of a Federation soldier was directly blown into two pieces by a howitzer fired from the Imperial position, and he saw an Imperial medic cut off by the Federation machine gun bullet He stretched his legs and crawled towards his position in vain while howling miserably. He saw many young people screaming and dying, and then fell silent.
The empire is his blood line, the federation is his emotional line, no matter how tragic the battle is in front of him, there is no other way to react except silence Xu Le, he can't help any party in the battle, buttocks Moving back and forth on the two chairs full of blades was pain.
The night was getting darker, and a large, extremely round and extremely white moon slowly rose on the eastern horizon, following the gap at the lower edge of the gray-black clouds in the southwestern theater, generously illuminating the world.
Xu Le lay in the marching pit dug in the evening, looking at the full moon in the sky, feeling the coolness and dampness coming from under him, arched his left palm into a ball to cover the cigarette butt, and took a deep breath on his lips. He took a sip, blinked his eyes, and then looked back at the city shrouded in darkness.
Then his eyes narrowed because he saw an imperial girl in a white dress suddenly appear on the street full of stubble branches of plane trees and cannonball scars.
The thin white dress hung drooping over her emaciated body. It was extremely gray and black because of its filth. It only appeared in such a silent and dangerous night, but it was as white as a pity snowflake.
Xu Le's eyesight is very keen. Even in such a dark night, with the help of the increasingly faint moonlight in the sky, he can clearly see the details of buildings several kilometers away, not to mention that it is only 500 meters away from him. street.
The imperial girl in the white dress looked extra tired, but her expression was extraordinarily numb, as if she was not angry at all, her cheeks were pale, and there were bloodstains on her skirt feet. She didn't know where she was injured.
Xu Le's eyes kept squinting. He didn't know why the girl appeared on the streets of Feige City at night like a lonely ghost. He knew that even though it was already night, the city was still very dangerous, and battles might break out at any time. , stray bullets cut through the silent night sky from time to time.
Could it be that she is really a lonely ghost
Seeing the girl in the white dress walking towards the corner of the street in despair, Xu Le's eyes narrowed even more. During the day, he had already confirmed that there was an imperial army stationed on the other side of the street. The Night Tigers will definitely not hesitate to pull the trigger on anyone who dares to appear in front of their line of defense, whether the opponent is a Commonwealth or an Imperial.
Xu Le seemed to see the image of the imperial girl being swept away by the cold machine gun bullets in the next moment, her squinting eyes suddenly relaxed, and the moonlight on the horizon reflected in her eyes, very bright.
The young girl Azra has been wandering the streets of Feige for more than two days. She was overwhelmed by sadness and all her will to survive, as if she had no feeling or any fear, walking in the smoke and debris, the hot day and cold nights.
She couldn't feel the pain of stepping on the hot bullet casings with her bare feet, and she couldn't hear the chirps of the burning flesh. She couldn't see the mecha melee battles that were often only a few hundred meters away, and she couldn't hear the heavy The loud bang of metal crashing, she didn't know anything, she was just walking aimlessly like this, ready for death or not thinking about it at all.
There is a proverb in the empire, people who do not have the god of death in their eyes are often not easily seen by the god of death, or because even the indifferent and ruthless creator thinks her experience is too tragic, so there is no girl Azra, who has no family and no relatives, and walks in despair. For a long time, it was extremely lucky not to be noticed by dangerous stray bullets and even more dangerous soldiers.
"Why didn't I close the door, how could I forget to close the door?"
"This dress is already so dirty. When grandpa told me to close the door, why did I lift it? Why am I so slow?"
"If it was quicker, if I hadn't carried my skirt at the time, I could have closed the door."
Azra staggered on the street full of waste and rubble. When she saw the thick and overturned plane tree, she went around numbly. Her body was so exhausted that she seemed to fall down at any time. She felt that she was an unforgivable female prisoner. , lowered her head in inferiority and sadness, looked at her blurred figure on the ground, and felt that it was sin, so she kept repeating these words in a tone of atonement and a mosquito-like voice.
Turning across the street, hearing a scolding from the darkness in the distance, and the clear sound of gun barrels crashing, the girl Azra raised her head tiredly and numbly, and looked at the faintly visible soldier in front of her, her delicate eyebrows slightly slightly Wrinkled, then showed a relieved smile, knowing it was all over.
Autumn leaves leave the tree because the tree doesn't care, and the tree falls on the street because people don't care. In this world, in this abyss-like ruined city, who would care that the poor weak girl Azra left? Except for the gust of wind that began to wind around her thin body at this time.
Suddenly, the mournful sound of imperial standard machine gun shooting sounded continuously, and then stopped abruptly.
A wind blew from the side of the street, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground and the small gravel under the trunk, and also swept away the helpless figure of the girl.
In a hilly and low-lying area covered by bushes, Xu Le rummaged through his backpack for a long time, found two boxes of instant nutrition packs, and couldn't help showing an unexpected smile.
Without using the marching knife, he directly pressed the heating steel spring with his hard fingers. After waiting in silence for more than ten seconds, he walked to the marching pit, handed it to the girl, and said calmly, "Eat it."
Azra ignored him, just holding her skinny knees and staring at her hometown beyond the bushes in a daze.
Xu Le sat down two meters away from the girl. He waited silently for a long time, confirming that the other party had no intention of speaking or eating, stood up and walked over again.
Using his steely left hand to squeeze the girl's chin open, Xu Le roughly stuffed the instant food into her mouth. Fortunately, the temperature had dropped a lot at this time, so she was not worried about burning her to death.
"I still have a lot of things to do, no matter if you are worth saving or not, but since I saved you, I will always give you a full meal. There is no point in starving to death."
In a short period of time, a whole box of food was stuffed into the girl's mouth. Azra was choked and coughed repeatedly. After taking the clear water handed over by Xu Le, she could no longer refuse to refuse, and took a few gulps.
Then the two were silent again, and the marching pit between the hills was silent. After Xu Le finished smoking a cigarette, looking at the wounds on the back of the girl's torn white dress, he suddenly cursed something in a low voice, took out the medical bag and began to bandage her.
This time Azra didn't refuse or express her gratitude. He wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged his knees even tighter. After a period of time, his thin body swayed back and forth nervously, and then he suddenly buried his head and cried, saying, "Close the door... The skirt is so dirty, I shouldn't carry it, I'm too slow, I'm so damned."
The girl suddenly collapsed and cried, startling a few nocturnal animals in the bushes, and also awakening Xu Le. He stood up vigilantly, and at the same time quickly turned on the filter detection device to monitor whether anyone was approaching around the hill, and then he listened to the sound. Until the girl continued to cry: "If it wasn't for me... Grandpa would never die... He is the best... watchmaker, he can make the most punctual clocks... "
Whether enemies or friends, basically admit that Xu Le should be regarded as a good person in the general sense, and he has always possessed a certain quality, a certain quality that is easy to be trusted and close to.
Because of this trait and the fact of being rescued, as well as because of the noble accent and black hair, Xu Le won the trust of the young girl Azra, she told the tragic experience these days without concealment, even the fact that she was raped .
Xu Le keenly noticed the later federal officers mentioned in the girl's narrative, then looked at the girl who was crying in a low voice and said, "Your grandfather is right, happy people really only need to do one thing, and that is to live. You have done nothing wrong, then you are entitled to live happily."