Bellivy wiped the sweat off his face. The weather was so hot and dry that his body was drenched in sweat. He was also very thirsty, but as the leader of the South American teams and the leader of this group of refugees, he could not get himself a drink of water at this time. They were not out of danger yet.
Thinking of this, Bellivy looked at the crowd at the bottom of the slope. There were more than 500 people here. More than half of them were people he and his team members had painstakingly rescued from the city. Some of them were survivors who had followed them and rescued from the last encampment that was invaded. They only had a small amount of food and did not have any logistical support. They could not even see any hope for the future. Right now, they were crawling forward like walking corpses...
Bellivy's heart ached. He looked up at the blazing sun in the sky again and the abandoned encampment that was no longer in sight behind him. He sighed and said loudly, "Everyone, hold on for a while. The terrain ahead is a forest. We can rest for a while there and eat some food. It's said that there's a town formed by survivors in the distance. If that's true, that place must be a no-signal zone. We're safe for the time being."
These words did not comfort the people walking down the slope, but many of them still showed expressions of gratitude. Their greatest comfort was Bellivy himself. This man who could use the Holy Light to destroy the spirits had already been regarded by them as an angel sent by God. Even though Bellivy had always claimed that his power came from the Holy Light and had nothing to do with God, the people only saw it as an excuse.
At this moment, there were three other people behind Bellivy. They were two men and a woman. The woman was a blonde beauty. She sighed and said, "Leader, these people have been scared out of their wits by the spirits. It's been more than a month since we came to this world. Shouldn't it be more important for us to find a way to find the other two teams? We've been leading them like this, saving people, being attacked by the mutated spirits, saving people, and continuing … If this goes on, when can we get in touch with the other two teams? "
Although the other two did not say anything, their expressions betrayed them. They agreed with the beauty's decision. "I won't force you guys … It's not that I don't want to look for the other two teams, but I don't think I should give up on the good in front of me just because of a big goal. I like a saying from the eastern civilization: 'Don't do something because of a small kindness, don't do something because of a small evil, and do what you should do.' This is my wish, and it's also my great undertaking. The strengthening of the Holy Knight is what I'm looking forward to the most. Even if there's only one person in front of me who needs me, I'll stand up and fight against the darkness and evil for that person … In the real world, this wish of mine can't be fulfilled. Because of this, I've been tortured to death, and the entire society thinks that I'm crazy, that I'm an idiot, and that I'm a scum who can't live anymore. But since I'm here, this wish of mine is my great undertaking."
The other three showed understanding. As expected, there was relief hidden in their eyes, especially the blonde beauty. The look in her eyes was as gentle as water. The three of them looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Bellivy ignored the three of them and continued to shout, "Everyone, do your best! Persevere until we reach the forest. We will set up camp there. After that, we will eat and have a good rest. I will find a way to get everyone to transport. We will definitely persevere and survive. Everyone, do your best!"
Just like that, under the blazing sun, hundreds of people staggered forward on the mountain path. The one in the lead was a man wearing simple armor, holding a war hammer in one hand and a metal book in the other. Under his lead, this group of people seemed to be extremely tired, but they still slowly moved forward without stopping ….
At the same time, on a plain far away from the group, this was the suburb of Washington, and it was also the place with the densest number of surviving national camps. Unfortunately, most of the camps here had been abandoned. The army had taken the people to the more distant mountains in the suburbs. Of course, not everyone had been protected and left. There were still a large number of scattered people here, and many of them had escaped from Washington. According to them, there were still many people trapped in the city, living in rooms and basements with red tape, but there was no way for them to leave the city. Soon, they would be trapped in the city and die.
A middle-aged man with a western flower sword on his waist, wearing casual clothes and a pair of straw sandals on his feet, but he had a blue cloak on his back, was walking in an abandoned camp. There were still more than a thousand people here, but there was nothing left in the camp. When the government retreated, they had basically taken away everything they could, and the little food they found was not enough. These more than a thousand people had been struggling in a state of hunger.
The middle-aged man's face was very dark, and he did not speak. He kept walking in the camp, looking at many people fighting for a piece of food, looking at the dead bodies on the side of the road, looking at the abandoned houses, looking at the weak people, he did not say a word. Behind him, there were six people following silently.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man sat beside a fire. There was a big iron pot on top of the fire. He didn't know what was cooking in it. It seemed to be leaves, branches, roots, some bark, and some miscellaneous things mixed in it. There was a strange stench. It was green. He didn't know if it was cooking poison or food.
The person cooking this thing was an old man in his sixties. He was wearing a dirty white shirt with many holes, and he looked like a beggar. However, he looked very serious when cooking, and he kept stirring the pot. He no longer looked like a beggar, but more like a scholar.
The old man glanced at the middle-aged man sitting beside the big pot, revealing half of his front teeth. He laughed and said, "Look at how big you are, you must be hungry. Why don't you go rob? Those young and strong people have started to rob things to eat. If you and your men go rob, you shouldn't be afraid of them, right? "
"Hmm …"
The middle-aged man scratched his head and chuckled, "I don't have the habit of snatching other people's things because I treasure what I have very much. Therefore, I know how painful it is to lose something. Therefore, I won't snatch other people's things. On the contrary, if I can, I will give other people something."
"Give things to others?" The old man was stunned. He took a broken bowl and poured some of the things in the pot. As he stirred, he asked, "Give what to others? In this world, what can we give to others? "
"Dreams!"
When the middle-aged man said these two words, his expression was serious, serious, and even pious. It was as if he was not saying these two words, but a spell.
"As a human being, one should be born with dreams! Whether it is to stand out, whether it is to obtain everything, whether it is to be happy, whether it is to live forever, humans should have dreams! I hope to give others dreams, especially to those in despair and those without dreams. I hope to give them dreams and let them understand what it means to be alive! "
When he said this, the middle-aged man clenched his fist, as if this could increase the strength of his words.
The old man laughed again, but this time, there was a hint of desolation. He handed a bowl of unknown things to the middle-aged man and said, "Then keep your precious dreams. In this world … there are no more dreams for us humans."
"Hmm …"
The middle-aged man took the bowl. At the same time, two of the six people behind him shouted at the same time, "Captain, eat that thing …"
The middle-aged man silently turned around and looked coldly at the two people who were talking, forcing their words back into their throats. Then, he picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth without looking at it. After a few gulps, he swallowed it. At the same time, a satisfied expression appeared on his face. He then handed the bowl back to the old man and asked, "Why are you cooking this pot of food here? Why did you only eat a little? "
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "I hope they won't snatch it. I hope they will all eat the food I cook. Although the taste is terrible, at least it can fill their stomachs. I am a botanist, I know what part of something can be eaten. Although the taste is not good, at least it can …"
"No, it's delicious." The middle-aged man laughed and stood up. At the same time, he lowered his head and looked at the old man seriously and said, "This is the best meal I've eaten since I came to this world …"
"I don't like to owe people favors, so I decided to give you a dream. Tell me, respected old man, what do you desire?"
The old man looked at the middle-aged man's serious expression in surprise. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After a long time, he said, "I want to eat meat. I want everyone in this camp to eat meat. I miss the meat my granddaughter roasted for me. Although she is no longer here, I want to eat roasted meat before I leave this world."
"Hmm …"
The middle-aged man looked up and turned to the six people behind him and said, "Did you hear the old man's dream? To be honest, I also want to eat meat. I think everyone in this camp will want to eat meat, right? Then … "
"Enter Washington, crush the dozen or so intruders like bugs, use the psychic force user to locate them, and then we …"
"Go find meat!"
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