The Legend of Fatality

The lunch time soon came. Then Bai En can sleep for a short while, until their other team leaders wake him up and let him take over the afternoon duty.

When he woke up, he watched his men pile the logs they carried together with other logs, and then untied their tow rope. They walked back to the edge of the lumber yard, where more logs were waiting for them.

"Sir Baien!" Shouted a voice. A tall soldier with black and yellow hair stood in front of the barracks, and a group of poor people huddled behind him. That was Laresh, a soldier working in a coalition duty tent. He brought in new soldiers and efforts to replace those killed.

Bai En raised his head and noticed that the sky was bright, but there was no cloud, and the sun was shining on his back. He raised his hand and waved towards Captain Gates. Gates hurriedly got up to meet the recruit.

"It's unlucky, it looks like a bad group of guys." Gates looked at the recruits and complained, then continued with a lip. "Of course, if this is not the case, they will not be sent here."

"This is a fact," Laresh said. "These ten people were caught while smuggling on the front line. You know what to do."

New bridging workers are always needed here, but there are always enough people to fill them. Slaves are the most common, but thieves or other lawbreakers from camp followers are also common. But there has never been a Margarita. These people are too expensive, and the Run people now consider themselves to be relatives of the Margaritas. So it is best not to let the Margaritas in the army see their kind doing this kind of thing.

As soon as everyone understood the dangerous nature of the bridging team. Therefore, sometimes a soldier will be thrown into the bridge group. This only happens when he does something terribly bad, such as hitting an officer. In many armies, this kind of behavior that would be hanged means here that it will be sent to the bridging team. It is said that if you escaped a hundred bridge charges, you will be released. According to the rumored news between the barracks, this kind of thing happened once or twice. This may just be a legend, the purpose is to give the bridge members a little hope of survival.

Bai En walked past the newcomer without lifting his eyes, but simply glanced at the group of unlucky eggs with the corners of his eyes.

"We have four bridging teams that need manpower," Captain Gates said with his chin.

"You always need manpower," Laresh said. "Don't worry. I brought a special group of people to you." The second group of people who came to his back nodded. They all looked like ragged crowds.

Bai En straightened his body slowly, staring at the second group of people. Among the group of prisoners was a boy who was only 14 or 5 years old. Short, skinny, round face. a child. Bai En took a step forward subconsciously.

He stopped and shook his head. The newcomer looked familiar to Bai En, and his dark eyes were full of fear. But what about a child. No one on the battlefield cares if the enemy is a child.

Thunder broke the sky outside and interrupted Bai En's thinking.

The storm is coming again. Bai En looked at the sky and estimated the time of the storm in his heart. Then he turned to the crowded barracks.

There is no bed in the barracks, of course, if you cut the wooden board into a bed is also called a bed. The soldiers, including those who made mistakes, are okay. They have their own luggage and surfacing. But everyone who tried hard had only a thin blanket. People must choose whether to use it as bed sheets or to keep warm. You may be frozen or painful. These are all options for slave bridging workers, although several bridging workers have discovered a third use of blankets. They wrapped them around their heads as if to block all sight, sound and smell. Escape the whole world.

It is a pity that the world will always find them. It is very good at this kind of games.

It didn't take long for the outside to start raining and the wind was still cold. Lightning illuminated the west horizon, and the center of the storm flew forward. This was about an hour before the storm raged, and it was the earliest time people wanted to go out in the storm.

Well, no one wants to go out in the storm. But this is the safest time. The lightning has passed, and the wind is not too strong.

Bai En bowed his back, facing the wind, through the dim lumber yard. The branches are scattered all over the ground. The rain stuck the leaves to the rough edge of the barracks. Bai En's boots splashed in the puddle, which made his feet cold and numb. But for him, this feeling is very good.

The cold rain hit him, wet his hair, dripped down his face, and flowed into his sloppy beard. Now, he hates the beard, especially the beard in the corner of his mouth is always itchy. The beard is like a beagle. The boys dreamed that one day they would get one, never realizing how annoying they would be.

"Go out for a walk, sir?" Said a voice.

Bai En looked up with his voice and found Captain Gates curled up in a groove between two nearby barracks ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Why was he raining outside?

Bai En's outing is just a whimsical act. He always feels that something is affecting or hindering himself. He inspected the soldiers around him and was assigned to his barracks, but found nothing. In the end, he decided to try this wayward idea-sneaking out in the storm.

There are risks in this approach. Even a heavily armed mage can be torn apart by the storm. Of course, some people think that souls lost in the sea will appear in storms, taking away people or their souls who are still alive. Maybe this is true.

But over the years, Bai En has learned that there is more than one group, and they will sneak around in the storm to find those rash people, or invade some unlucky homes, and rob all people and valuables. Undoubtedly, this superstition originates more from the thieves who move their brains more quickly, and they promote this in order to divert their attention.

Maybe there is a safer way. For example, slowly investigate everything around, people, things, etc. But Bai En has begun to become impatient, which of course is also related to the situation on the battlefield. But today, the storm gave him a chance, a very risky opportunity.

"What are you doing?" Captain Gates asked. The one-eyed short man carried a basket to his chest. "If you come out to steal something, I will report it and let them hang you."

Bai En did not answer, but began to retreat in the face of him.

"Warning you! I will hang you anyway! Don't think you can escape, there are still sentries around. You--"

"Why?" Bai En said quietly. His voice was almost inaudible in the storm.