Sword and Magic and Taxi

As a very popular "literati" in the army, Tolkien received special care and had a tent of his own. This kind of treatment is usually only available to the battalion commander. But if he wants to keep the tent, he has to do one thing for all the soldiers: write letters for them.

Zhao Mai has read the letters he wrote. The words are concise and full of emotion. A few common words can form an artistic conception, just like a sketch in a painting. He doesn't need complicated and profound words, although that expression will be more moving and accurate, but it also increases the difficulty of reading. At the same time, he wrote telegrams for the soldiers. In the case of charging for each letter, his knowledge of words can actually show value.

"In addition to this, I will write to the soldiers of other troops. Now you know why I can enter and leave the camp freely?" Tolkien put down his pencil, rubbed his painful wrist, and looked back at Zhao Mai behind him. . He had been sitting on the ground motionless for more than two hours. At first Tolkien thought it was a strange sleeping position, but later undoubtedly discovered that Zhao Mai was not asleep and could still answer his questions, so he immediately named this state of trance and recorded it in his portable inspiration book.

"When are we going to England?" Zhao Mai returned from the green dream and resumed his normal breathing. Practicing the use of the force of nature near the battlefield makes him uncomfortable, just like forcing himself to eat next to a smelly garbage dump. But in the barracks, in full view, he had nothing to do except meditate and enter the green dream. "I have seen too many battlefields, now I just want to stay on the island for a while. Do you have any plans?"

"We will leave in three days, passing through Paris, to Le Havre. If everything goes well, you will be on the ferry to England within 20 days." Tolkien was confident: "We will disembark in Portsmouth. , And then go north to London. But I really want to invite you to my Oxford home. Edith’s apple pie is the best in the world."

"In other words, after three days you will be fine in the barracks, so you can control the itinerary, including going home?"

"That's right. The postman will come the morning after tomorrow and collect all the letters, so I don't have to detour to help them bring the letters. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's good, I was thinking I could drive you away directly. Moreover, I am very willing to visit your house as a guest. Before going to the magic school, if you can't reunite with your wife, it would be cruel." English The strait is not very deep, let alone how far away, "THE·CHE" can drive past the seabed, and there will be an undersea tunnel between Britain and France in later generations.

"Thank you for your understanding. But now I have a headache again. Will I tell Edith about this?" Tolkien lit a pipe for himself, the fire was bright and dark, and the smoke rose. "I can't imagine. If I come home and say to her: Honey, I'm going to learn magic and become a wizard. I will be greeted with a hug or a face of tea."

"I only care about the temperature of the tea." Zhao Mai and Tolkien laughed together.

While they were chatting, there was a loud noise outside. "Caught a spy! Traitor!" someone shouted outside. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Mai heard a sound similar to the roar of a wolf, and the bang of the **** of the gun on his head.

The reserve grain stood up, his ears turned, and then he lay down again. "It said it wasn't a wolf." Xiao Hua wore black pajamas and walked out of the flower pot yawning. "Isn't it dawn?"

"It's almost dark!" Zhao Mai shook his head. Since Westeros, Xiaohua has been practicing to share body control with Addo, so she is always very tired and often sleeps dimly. But it is also good to do this. She persisted in Addo's body longer and longer, and Addo became more and more adaptable. He used to carry Bran on his back, now he is holding a flower pot.

"Mike, what kind of spy would you say that after being caught, you don't shout but learn howling a wolf?" Tolkien said suddenly, "I suddenly thought of a werewolf. Are you interested in checking it out?"

"Werewolf? There is indeed such a possibility. Go and go together!" Zhao Mai immediately stood up. Behind him was a string: Reserve Grain, Addo and Dojian, they always act together.

They opened the tent and saw a strong man with an upper body escorted by a group of French soldiers, who could only tell from his pants that it was the uniform of the Canadian army. This is a young man with the same developed muscles and hair. Although he is tightly bound by chains, it still needs four people to barely control his movements.

"Look! His wound is recovering! God, this is a devil!" a soldier yelled in horror, "Priest! Father! Who will inform the priest soon!"

"Where are there so many demons in this world?!" Major Rupert, who is also the highest commander of the camp, said, "Stop him in the iron cage of the army kennel and send three guards day and night. If he dares to escape or If you get into trouble, shoot him."

"Asshole, have the ability to shoot!" the man roared: "Come on! I don't want to live anymore, shoot me in the head!"

"Crazy." The major shook his head, a trace of pity in his eyes. But he still said: "Lock him up and let him calm down. Then who caught him? Report to my office immediately. I want to know the details."

The cages used for detention are not big, but they are actually prepared for large-sized military dogs, which makes them cramped. The man who was locked in calmed down instead. The chains were removed from him, but he was still in handcuffs. The two soldiers looked at him with their spears: "Don't play tricks! The spy will only be tried. If you try to escape, you will be killed. You know what to choose!"

"You don't have the guts to beat me." The man sneered: "I suggest you better let me go, otherwise I will definitely break your neck when I leave."

A soldier raised his gun and was about to give him a butt, while the man in the cage showed his neck and waited for him: "Come on~www.wuxiaspot.com~Have some strength, girl!"

"There is no need to be knowledgeable like a madman." Another guard persuaded: "He is just afraid of the torture of trial and has no courage to commit suicide, so he wants to use our hands to complete it. Hey, Mr. Tolkien, you are here! "

"I'll look at the captives and gather some material for my press release." Tolkien smiled and said: "This is a fool. There is no Canadian army around. It's weird that he ran out like this without being caught!"

"Who said no?" said the guard: "I heard Donald say that this idiot was wearing a Canadian military uniform, but when he saw us, he turned around and fled, as if we were Germans. I think he forgot his role. , That’s why it’s so stupid! Donald gave him a shot and brought him down. But I didn’t see the gunshot wound, so Donald must be bragging, and he was scared to get down, a coward, haha!"

"Ignorant bastard!" said the man in the cage, "you are dead!"

"Prisoner shut up!"

"I won't be a prisoner forever." The man pulled the handcuffs hard, and then said with a smile: "Remember my name, James Logan Howlett, I am your **** of death!" (to be continued. )