The river of stars was long.
The weather was clear tonight, and the night sky was filled with stars. Five moons alternated in the sky. On this day, there was only a silver-white moon arc left in the cold frost, intertwining between the stars like a curved hook. The Perishing Fire was huge, and it was as round as a disk. Its entire body flowed with a dark red moonlight that looked like flames, dyeing the ground with a faint red glow.
Killing intent filled the air.
Loneliness was the eternal theme of the Scarlet Flame Highlands at night. Especially under the Fire Moon tonight, the oppressive atmosphere made the native species of the highlands unwilling to move. They all hid in their nests and pretended to sleep. There wasn't even the sound of the wind at night, and finally, the sound of a flying car engine could be heard from afar. First, two dots of light appeared in the night sky. The dots of light continued to expand, turning into two beams of light that spread across the ground, revealing everything.
A red lizard was flashed by the light and flew into a nearby cave. Then, a triangular head popped out, and its eyes with infrared vision looked outside. Its round eyes clearly reflected the scene of a flying car passing by. It was a tactical flying car, and the high-energy cannon on the car gave the lizard an invisible sense of pressure. The smart little fellow immediately shrank into the depths of the cave and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The flying car was painted with the symbol of the Golden Griffin. It was a war chariot belonging to the Fierce Vulture Army. This place was Bescot's defensive area. Even though the outsider alliance army had retreated, daily night patrols were still indispensable. The flying car circled around the Thousand Eye Spring. That place had already become a swamp country. The spring water of hundreds of boiling springs gathered together, and the water level was enough to drown this tactical flying car.
The flying car drove through the valley where Shi Ya flew into the air. Here, arches rose from the ground and flew diagonally, like the fangs of a giant beast, like a flying beam suspension bridge. In the vast and desolate wilderness, the flying car entered and left in the shadows of the arches, following the prescribed route. The flying car came to a stop after passing through a series of rolling hills. A soldier jumped out of the car and walked to the foot of the mountain while chatting and laughing with his companions. He peed into a huge cave at the foot of the mountain.
After relieving himself, the soldier was about to turn back. Suddenly, he felt something and his scalp went numb. The whirlwind turned around and raised its rifle to aim at the cave. A moment later, a strange beast with thorns all over its body, as big as a hound, but with a disproportionately small head emerged from the cave. The stinger dog quickly left and quickly left the range of the flying car's beam of light.
Only then did the soldier know that it was a false alarm, so he awkwardly put away his gun and walked back. His companion in the car smiled and said, "Peter, your courage is really getting smaller and smaller. You are actually scared by a dog."
"Your dog has thorns all over its body?" The soldier rolled his eyes.
His companion laughed even more happily. "Even if it looks a little strange, it's still a dog, isn't it? It's just a dog of this planet, Peter. Tell us, did you pee your pants? "
"Get lost," the soldier scolded angrily, got into the flying car, and closed the door.
The flying car started up again, made a turn, circled around a few arches, and disappeared into the night. After a light, a two, the of. In the of, the of the cave, a of was, and a a. s.. Two spots of light lit up in the dark cave. When a figure came out of the cave, it turned out to be a pair of eyes. . "This. This. Two" This "Dragon Mountain God.. light, the dark as. dark, two of light as of light, a, God, a light.
When he left the cave and stepped on the ground, his figure stood upright. Under the bloody light of the Fire Moon, a head of long hair dyed red and purple by the moonlight danced wildly in the night wind. The dancing hair was like millions of swimming snakes. Under the snake hair was an exquisite face. The moonlight slid from her firm nose mountain to her tightly pursed lips, then from her slender neck to her plump peaks. Finally, she tried her best to drill into the deep ravine between the two peaks and lingered there.
"There he is …" Karin said softly in a hoarse, deep voice. She stared into the distance. After crossing countless arches, hills, camps and the earth, there was a grand outline on the horizon.
Blood Gate Stronghold!
"Lady Karin, let's hurry up and leave. This place, this place is too dangerous. " Another short figure emerged from the cave. He was indeed very short, only about 1.5 meters tall. He had a wrinkled face and wore a long robe that was full of stains. There was a long whip covered in barbs wrapped around his waist, rubbing his hands and looking up at the female giant in front of him.
Karin took a deep breath, her voice like a strong wind blowing past. She said, "Yus, I'm very close to him. I can feel it. "
"Who exactly is it that makes Sir take such a risk to approach?"
"That's my brother." Karin licked her lips, crazy sparks jumping in the depths of her pupils. "He's a big meal."
"Unfortunately, this feast seems to be hidden in a strong safe." The alien named Yus said.
"It doesn't matter. Then let's cut a hole in the safe." Karin turned around and said, "How many people are left in my slave corps?"
"Not much."
"Really? It doesn't matter. Bring them all over. Even if they all die, it doesn't matter. In any case, there are still as many slaves as you want. " Karin narrowed her eyes in the direction of the Blood Gate Stronghold. "Wait a little longer, my brother. We'll meet again soon."
Only then did she turn around and stride away.
Returning to the defensive camp, Peter fell asleep. Patrolling at night was not an easy job. On the contrary, it consumed more energy than standing guard during the day. He had to change shifts with his vigil brothers tomorrow morning, and if he didn't sleep now, he would doze off during the day. At that time, he would probably be scolded by the bad-tempered Shanton. Shanton was the head of this small camp, the immediate superior of Peter and a hundred other soldiers. A bald, muscular, foul-mouthed old drunkard.
Without much force, Peter quickly fell asleep. However, he felt that in less than ten minutes, he suddenly heard a loud shout in his ears, "Get up, smelly brat. Do you want to wait until the sun shines on your butt before you get up? I'm telling you, I can't do it! From now on, I want to see you outside in a minute, the last guy to appear. Hey, run a hundred laps around the camp! "
Peter almost struggled to get up from the camp bed and watched a not tall but absolutely burly figure smash out of the barracks gate. He sighed and looked out of the window. Sure enough, the sky had already brightened again.
This sentry camp, located at the edge of the defensive area, had about a hundred soldiers stationed there. They were assigned two flying vehicles that were responsible for monitoring the surrounding area within dozens of kilometers. Life in the camp was very simple and busy. Every day, when the sun rose, the soldiers had to get up early for training. Under Shanton's whip, no training was simple. The same was true of morning training. Every day, the officer, who was secretly called Devil Shanton by the soldiers, would use tricks to drain the soldiers of their strength before letting them go for breakfast.
After breakfast, it was actually the beginning of the day's work. Half of the soldiers had their own work to do. Every day, they would receive a schedule, and the work of the day had to be completed according to the schedule. As for the soldiers who had no work to do, it was even worse, because Shanton would arrange a lot of training for them. These trainings will exhaust them, but they will not exceed their physical limits.
Shanton always had a good grasp of this. Even so, the soldiers in the camp still hoped to get those lovely schedules every day, because that way, they would be able to stay away from Devil Shanton for a while. However, the work in the camp was arranged in turn. For example, Peter had already received the schedule yesterday, and he had to stay in the camp today and tomorrow. He had to spend two extremely difficult days under Shanton's demonic gaze before he would receive the schedule again.
This cycle was like the changing of the seasons, endlessly repeating.
Peter and the other soldiers did not feel lucky when they saw an unlucky fellow being punished by Shanton for being late. Morning training would not be much easier than running a hundred laps around the playground. On the contrary, they would have to bear the invisible pressure brought by Shanton. This burly soldier seemed to be made of steel, and those sharp muscles would make the soldiers feel a slight stab of pain.
Shanton wore a vest, camouflage trousers, and square-toed military boots. With his feet on the ground, a simple stance was domineering and fierce, like a majestic mountain, his aura awe-inspiring. He swept his sharp eyes across the soldiers in front of him and smiled, "The content of today's morning training is fighting."
When they heard the word fighting, many people smiled. It was much easier than physical training. Only a dozen or so veterans who were very familiar with Shanton knew that it was impossible for this demon officer to give such an easy training. Sure enough, Shanton added, "But your opponent is me. Yes, I'm a softie to all of you. You can choose to fight one-on-one. Of course, this is a very stupid decision. I don't think anyone will be stupid enough to do so. You can also attack together, whether it's two, ten, or all of them. As long as I can touch the ground, no matter where it is, as long as I touch the ground, I will lose. "
Shanton grinned, revealing his white teeth, "Of course, the soles of your feet don't count. Those who are planning to take advantage of the loophole should give up. If I lose, the challenger can win two days off. That's right, it's two days off. No work, no training, you can go wherever you want. If you want to pick up girls and drink, you can do it. "
Peter asked softly, "What if we lose?"
"Nothing, I'm a fair person. If you lose, your training will be doubled, that's all. "
Shanton looked at the old-fashioned watch on his wrist, which he heard was left behind by his grandfather. The mechanical watch accurately showed the time. Shanton said, "I'll give you a minute to prepare. When the time is up, let's have a good time."
Then he walked away a little.
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