I build nuclear bombs in the giant world

Christa Lenz is a petite little girl with golden blond hair and a face inherited from her mother. Although she is still young, her facial features are as delicate and cute as a doll.

She finished her daily cleaning work and received today's food from the priest, which was half a piece of hard black bread.

Mixed with wheat husks and sawdust, it was hard enough to be used as a weapon.

Even this kind of food is very precious in today's environment. It's good to have something to eat. I don't know how many people are still hungry outside.

Christa hid the bread in her pocket, returned to her bed and sat down. After soaking it in water, she chewed the piece of bread in small bites.

There are many wooden beds here, all squeezed into a small room. Her bed is in the corner.

She only ate half of it, then carefully put the bread into her pocket and dug out her toys from under the bed.

A wooden spinning top, a swallow-shaped kite and a bamboo dragonfly.

She kept these three toys as treasures. Today she took away the bamboo dragonfly and ran to a deserted open space. She rubbed the thin stem of the bamboo dragonfly with both hands and watched the little toy fly into the sky until it was powered by power. Exhausted, falling to the ground.

This is one of the few ways she can relieve boredom and relieve depression.

She listened to those people's words and stayed in this strange place honestly, never mentioning the past.

Would it be easier to die?

Krista sat on the stone and stared at the bamboo dragonfly in her hand.

Everyone she knew in the past was dead. Her mother had her throat cut in front of her. Her blood splattered on the ground and she died on the spot.

Before her death, her mother looked at her with hatred and told her that it was all her fault and it would have been better if she had not been born.

Everyone else on the farm died too, including the brother who gave her the toys.

It's all her fault, because she was born into this world, and those good people will die.

Krista still remembers that afternoon, the night of the incident, that brother taught her the correct way to use these toys.

In that lonely place, she found a playmate for the first time. Even her mother didn't care about her, but her brother was willing to play with her.

She had made an appointment to play together tomorrow, but because of her fault, everyone was killed.

Why am I the only one who survived?

She sat on the stone steps, thinking expressionlessly.

Unable to think of an answer, she felt that it would be better if she died. If she died, her mother might be willing to hug her, and she might be able to play with her brother.

But so scary.

what can we do about it?

Krista didn't know, she didn't know how she was going to survive in this world.

"That's her, right?"

"Yes, take her away."

Krista looked around in confusion, and she vaguely heard people talking.

Who is speaking? Who to take away?

Before she could understand these things, she suddenly felt a gust of wind passing by, and her eyes were covered by something, and it was dark.

A wet cloth covered her mouth and nose, and she was picked up, making a grunting sound and struggling.

The cloth had a strange smell that made her drowsy.

Soon her consciousness sank into darkness and she knew nothing.

The horses swept across the wilderness, tramping over grass and rocks.

Petra and Elder rode towards the factory, with Krista in Petra's arms.

Krista was wearing a robe. The effects of the sleeping pills had not worn off yet, and she was still asleep with no sign of waking up.

"This little girl really looks like a royal." Elder glanced at the sleeping Christa.

"Why do you say that?" Petra asked.

"When it comes to the royal family, do you think of princess?" Elder chuckled: "She looks like a lost princess."

"Are you a pervert?" Petra glanced at Elder with disgust.

"What are you thinking, Petra? I wouldn't be interested in a girl so young."

"Really? Forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you." Petra snorted: "Soldier Commander and the others are still under investigation in the capital! I really don't understand where you are in the mood to joke, compared to this , have you learned how to use that new weapon?"

"What's so difficult?" Elder said with his nose in the air, "I'm also a soldier of Levi's class after all. You can learn that kind of thing just by looking at it."

"You better be." Petra waved the reins.

The horses ran very fast, but she felt that they were not fast enough. All the partners in the Survey Corps were in danger. She couldn't wait to return to Captain Hanji to organize the next action.

However, Elder's shout suddenly made her react.

"There's an ambush!!!" Elder shouted.

His horse was hit by a bow and arrow. The horse ran around in pain and threw him off.

"It's the Gendarmerie!" Petra saw the muskets in the hands of those people. Although they were not wearing the uniforms of the Gendarmerie, it was obvious from the formation of those people that they were definitely not robbers in the mountains.

"Damn it! Has the factory been discovered?" Petra held Christa on the vault, rolled and hid behind a hill.

The muskets have been loaded, and they will become targets if they go further. The opponent is a group of three people. It is definitely not a coincidence to meet them here. They have laid an ambush on this route in advance, and figures are still emerging from the surrounding hills. , there were twelve people in total, surrounding them from four directions.

"Damn it, why are the military police here? Was it discovered while I was on surveillance?" Elder took out the unique new weapon from his waist.

"Let's talk about it later." Petra loaded the magazine of the AK-47: "Those guys want to kill us and prepare to break out!"

There are only two of them. Even if they have new weapons, it will be difficult to deal with twelve people.

The first task is to return to the factory and bring the news to Captain Hanji. If the child fails, he will have to give up. Even if only one person is alive, he must bring the news back. Both of them made this judgment.

"Bastard!" Elder suddenly raised his head, pointed the gun at those people, pulled the trigger, fired wildly, and emptied the magazine. Petra was back to back with him, facing the six people in the other direction.

They were determined to die, but what happened next was beyond their understanding.

The men of the Gendarmerie were as fragile as paper in front of the assault rifles. They did not recognize the weapons in the hands of Petra and Elder at all. When they were still preparing the old muskets and bows and arrows in their hands, the muzzle of the gun fired The bullets had penetrated their chests, splattering with blood.

Even Elder and Petra didn't expect it. They stared blankly at the fallen people around them and swallowed. The assault rifles in their hands were like devil's staffs. They shot not bullets but Magic, two people defeated twelve well-trained military police so easily.

"Times are changing"

Petra and Elder saw this sentence in each other's eyes at the same time.

They carefully checked the gendarmes, only one survived, the others lost their breath of life.

"Evil devil!!! Don't come here!" The surviving military policeman looked at them in horror.

Elder knocked him out with a knife, retrieved his horse, tied the man to the horse, and continued on his way with mixed emotions.

In the evening, they walked through the forest and arrived at the factory. There was thick black smoke and golden molten iron surging. Steel was being smelted continuously. Parts and boards were moved around by workers, and they attacked one by one. Rifles were being assembled and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, coming from the bullet factory.

Krista woke up at this moment. She was carried off the horse by Petra, but her attention was not focused on the noisy factory and workers at all.

She just stared blankly at the child in front of her who was a head taller than her.

"Long time no see, Historia." Ian smiled and said to her, "Do you still remember me?"

Historia, by the way, my original name was Historia Reis.

"Ian, you're alive!"

Historia couldn't control her depressed mood and actually threw herself into Ian's arms.

It's not that her relationship with Ian is very close. They once had a friendship, but Ian was always distant from her. He always looked at her from a distance, called her miss, brought her a dinner plate, and wiped her mouth. I rarely play with her.

This was the first time Ian had called her by her name instead of Miss, and she wondered if it was real, if she was now in hell or on earth.

It turned out that she was not the only one who survived, and she seemed to have hope of living again.