From Prisoner to Si Chen

"The prequel of "The Great Plague # 2"?"

Ji Lan was startled.

Even the other three people became interested and listened.

They had watched the movie together and were even attacked by the purification team in it.

Especially the two women Baiou Chiqiao, they were particularly impressed by the medieval streets in the film. The thought of that "feeling of stepping on shit" and the pervasive stench still makes me feel chilly to this day.

"Yes, it can be said to be a prequel."

Cang Stork nodded and answered in the affirmative.

Bai Ou asked curiously:

"Telling about the origins of the 'Battle of Yongsa'?"

"It's not..." Cang Stork shook his head. "In this film called "Dark Ages # 1", the story takes place in the early seventeenth century, when the 'Battle of Jungsa' has begun."

"It mainly tells the story of a village child named 'Afu'. His relatives and friends were all killed in the village massacre, his parents were killed, and his sister was brutally humiliated by the rebels, so he embarked on a journey of revenge."

After hearing his simple explanation, Baiou looked puzzled and asked:

"Then does this story have any necessary connection with the sequel "The Great Plague # 2"?"

"Hmm... Based on the file information of this film, I speculate that the child named 'Afu' is probably a member of the 'Healing Knights' in the sequel."

The stork recounted his speculation.

Bai Ou and the others looked at each other, nodded, and said:

"If that's the case, it makes sense."

"Afu..."

Gilan murmured the name and interpreted it in various regional dialects of the ancient Xilu language. He soon discovered that in the southern ancient Xilu language, it meant "responsible warrior."

Due to the lack of information, he could not guess for the time being which member of the "Healing Knights" this protagonist corresponded to.

"You haven't seen Dark Ages # 1 yet, right?"

Jilan asked the stork.

"Well, I just took over and haven't had time to watch the movie yet."

The stork nodded.

"If not, I'll lend it to you first."

"That's fine." Jilan looked thoughtful and nodded. "According to the principle of equal exchange, how much compensation do you need?"

Unexpectedly, the stork shook his head.

"Hongxiao, you have helped me enough..."

"One code equals one code." Jilan raised his hand to signal with a serious expression. "Since it's a deal, we have to abide by the rules."

Everyone was startled.

Cang Stork thought for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Then let's take 1 Mei Lang."

This time it was Ji Lan's turn to be stunned.

The white gull, red bird and black snipe laughed.

"Everything is equal except friendship."

Cang Stork sighed.

"The 'wick potion' you just gave me is already worth the price of borrowing real film."

"All right……"

Ji Lan couldn't help but smile, but she also felt warm in her heart.

He symbolically took out a brass coin, flicked it with his finger, and threw it into the palm of the stork.

The other party also took out a black film and threw it into Gillan's hand.

"I'll start watching the movie tomorrow. Let's borrow it for a week and return it on time."

Gillan said.

"Okay." Cang Stork had no objection.

This was his first mission after joining the "Record Society" headquarters. The secret society's requirements for him were not high, and the deadline was as long as one month.

With Ji Lan watching the movie in advance, it can actually provide Cang Stork with a lot of valuable information.

The only pity is that the sub-tape of this film has not yet been found, otherwise the five "Hand of the Dawn" people can watch the film together.

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Early the next morning.

Ji Lan couldn't wait to start watching the movie.

The fusion of secret techniques and the deduction of level 4 essence requires a large amount of mystery points. He is looking forward to corrupting enough energy in the film "Dark Ages # 1".

He installed the film reel on the projector, plugged in the mercury battery, and immediately summoned the little angel Magic Weiwei in the sapphire ring.

Whoosh!

The enchanting palm-sized little man flapped his wings, flew to Jilan's shoulder, and rubbed him affectionately.

"Master, are we going to play in a new world again?"

"Yeah." Jilan smiled and turned to look at Weiwei. "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready!" The little demon jumped on the spot, wiggling its cute butt, and its slender black tail with an arrow swaying like an antenna.

Ji Lan chuckled and raised his hand to flip the switch.

Click.

The shuttle whirled and the beam of light hit the curtain.

After the initial black screen flash, the movie screen slowly revealed the outline of a horse-drawn carriage team.

The camera moves from far to near.

The wheels of the car turned hard on the gravel road, bumping and making a clanging sound.

Ji Lan's eyes flickered.

I felt the breeze blowing in my face, and smelled a rich earthy smell in my nose.

After a little adaptation, he took stock of his surroundings.

At this time, Jilan was riding on a bad horse. He was wearing simple leather armor and had an ordinary iron sword about 60 centimeters long on his back.

He glanced back.

The convoy pulled three carts of sacks, dozens of which were bulging. They seemed to contain ground flour, salt and some seasonings, as well as bundles of rabbit skins, deer skins, wolf skins and other fur materials.

There are more than a dozen people in this convoy, eight or nine of whom are guards, dressed similarly to Gilan. There were two more Jarhead leaders, who seemed to be the leaders of the caravan, wearing light and loose robes.

"Hey! Captain Gillan! There's a situation ahead!"

At this time, the convoy entered a village, and a young guard on the Gilan side suddenly pointed forward and said loudly.

Gillan looked up.

I saw a bit of black smoke rising straight into the sky, and a smell of coke was carried by the breeze.

Scattered black ruins can still be vaguely seen.

The original stone and wood buildings all collapsed, leaving only the charred wooden piles, and a dead silence.

The expression of the middle-aged steward in the motorcade changed slightly and he said:

"Damn it! Marta Village is in trouble!"

"Oh my god! Was this done by the army of the Kingdom of Rongden or the army of the Kingdom of Sakya?"

Another young steward looked horrified and exclaimed.

"No matter which army did it, it's very dangerous here! Let's leave quickly!"

The middle-aged steward said anxiously.

"It's too late to take a detour. There's a plague in the nearby water source, and we don't have much food... There's only one way to go in this area, and it can only go through the village of Marta."

"What bad luck! We originally made an appointment with the village chief of Lacerda to make a deal...what should we do with our goods now?"

The young steward looked depressed.

The middle-aged steward turned his head and shouted:

"Shut up! What kind of goods do you care about at this time!"

The conversation between the two was listened to by the guards. Everyone looked at each other with solemn faces, and there was even a hint of worry and fear in their eyes.

With their small manpower, if they were to encounter an army, they would definitely end badly.

It's a trivial matter for goods to be robbed, but what's hard to protect is life...

The atmosphere was a bit depressing and no one spoke loudly anymore. Even the horses seemed to notice the strangeness and their breathing became smaller.

Although everyone was in an emergency, the carriage's movement speed was limited, and in order not to make too much noise, it could only maintain a walking speed.

After everyone officially entered the burned village, everyone gasped.

No living creatures can be found here...

Everything you can see is scorched earth.

There are only a few pieces of char that can barely recognize the shape of the human body, lying in various twisted and struggling postures, lying down, leaning over, or curled up on the ground or even on the edge of the building.

"Oh my god, this is so tragic..."

One of the guards looked unbearable and turned his head away from looking.

Others raised their fists to their chests and prayed silently:

"Your Majesty Omer, please send these poor people to heaven."

Gilan said nothing, frowning and looking around.

The scene in front of me is very similar to the icon village in "Pan". The village where twin siblings Peyton and Sasha grew up ended up like this.

'well……'

He sighed to himself.

War has been disturbing and terrifying since ancient times. Especially behind the war, there may be unknown secrets...

Either evil is at work, or mysterious intervention occurs.

Everyone in the world is just a victim.

Wow!

Suddenly, a subtle sound appeared.

Everyone in the convoy was shocked.

Everyone turned to look.

In a collapsed house, a sallow-looking, dirty child crawled out of the cellar. He looked numb and staggered around, searching for something in the ruins.

"It turns out there are survivors..."

The middle-aged manager wiped his sweat and let out a sigh of relief.

He winked, and immediately, a guard dismounted and strode over.

However, the child suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with unspeakable hatred.

The face that was supposed to remain innocent, instead revealed a ferocious expression that chilled everyone present.

The expression is less like a human being and more like a beast!

"Die!!!"

The child rushed forward and hugged the guard's leg.

Snapped!

However, the guard reflexively wanted to draw his sword, but after hesitating for a moment, the child opened his mouth and bit his wrist.

The guard's wrists were tied with leather armor, and the child's lips and teeth were bleeding, but they didn't hurt him at all.

"Child, we are not your enemies!"

The guard let the child bite him and shouted in a deep voice.

"We are just a caravan passing by!"

Hearing this, the child was shocked.

He let go of his mouth, stared blankly and staggered back, then tripped over the burnt wooden stick and fell to the ground with a plop.

But he seemed to be unable to feel the pain, bleeding, looking up to the sky, murmuring the names of his parents and sisters.

"Bianca is in charge, how to deal with this child?"

The guard turned his head and looked at the middle-aged steward, then looked at Gilan with a slightly pleading look.

It seemed that he wanted the captain to plead for mercy.

If they leave, this child probably won't survive...

"Sullivan, we are running low on food and water, and medicines are precious."

The middle-aged steward did not dismount, but said regretfully.

Ji Lan was silent for a moment and then said:

"Mr. Bianca, take him with you and I'll give him half of my rations."

"How is this possible?!" The middle-aged manager was shocked. "Captain Gillan, if you don't have the strength, if you encounter gangsters on the way..."

Seeing Ji Lan's dull eyes, he had no choice but to grit his teeth:

"Oh, okay... okay!"

Seeing this, all the guards looked at each other and smiled. They are all believers of the Church of Hope. Although they live a life of licking blood as mercenaries, they will also feel compassion for the innocent and weak when they encounter them.

Everyone looked at Captain Gilan with more respect.

After some simple treatment, the child's life was finally out of danger. However, he was very weak and unwilling to eat.

It wasn't until the convoy left the burned village and it was approaching evening that the boy ate some bread crumbs under Gillan's persuasion.

It seems that Gillan interceded for the boy and gained a glimmer of trust from him.

"May I have your name?"

Gillan asked gently as he put the child on his horse.

"Afu..."

The boy had no expression on his face, lowered his head and said calmly.

"But I won't call you by this name anymore."

"What's your name?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

Under the blood-red light of dusk, the boy slowly raised his face, stared indifferently at the setting sun on the horizon, and said word by word:

"William Gerrard..."