MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 863 Kant's battle damage

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- Is it in hell?

Private Karl drowned in a terrifying nightmare.

Countless small fragments flashed through my mind.

The tears of my mother when I joined the army, the speech of the great speaker before the battle, the clear face of my partner was engraved in the depths of my brain, but the hellish desperation followed.

Fire, explosion, swift wind.

Burn, tear, chop.

He only remembered that he charged frantically amid the thundering thunder, straddling the scorched earth, dodging the touch of death again and again, and after falling one after another with nearby comrades, he came to Kant's army alone and shouted. The first and only battle begins.

Then, he saw a blurry figure appear in his field of vision.

The man seemed to be holding something, and then several beams of light hit him. The red color filled his field of vision. He didn't feel any pain. Staring blankly at the sky, his hometown flashed in his mind, and then—he didn't know anything.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, he seemed to be in the lake, undulating and shaking, and he didn't know where he was.

When he regained consciousness again, he almost cried out in fear.

But could not speak.

He opened his eyes blankly, only to see the strange lamps on the ceiling.

It was a huge plate with halos lined up in rings.

Looking down, his body couldn't move, he just found that he seemed to be lying somewhere, and in the field of vision, stood a circle of people. Everyone was dressed in green robes and covered most of their faces with masks, leaving only a pair of eyes, looking solemn and focused.

He found a man holding a small, sharp knife in his hand.

And others were watching him...or rather, a part of his body.

He vaguely heard the knife bearer talking, but it was not the common language he was familiar with, but another language, and then, a voice without any tone fluctuations followed, full of golden and iron exchanges. Ming - that is the common language, but he can hardly understand every word.

But the people around him could understand, nodding in agreement, or being more focused.

An unpleasant feeling accumulated in his heart. Carl could hear the light clicking sound, and saw the man holding the knife put his hands down and his shoulders were shaking. Judging from this body movement, it reminded him of his mother who was cutting potatoes and meat in the kitchen.

He often sees his mother busy outside the kitchen window, he can only see the upper body, he can see the slightly shaking shoulders of his mother, and he hears the sound of slicing ingredients.

Just like now.

Ah, there's a lot of blood on this man's green robe too - if you see this man at the meat stall, he must be a butcher. If you see this guy in the kitchen, he must be a cook.

So now here... what is the place?

What am I doing when I lie in front of him?

The hunter Carl, who was somewhat confused for some reason, was struck by a flash of spiritual light at this moment.

The various knives were like evil demons, shining icy light under the shining lamps.

The knife bearer was splattered with blood, and seemed to be doing terrifying cuts and divisions. At the same time, he also spoke a language he had never heard before, and he needed another terrifying voice to translate into common language.

More people dressed in the same clothes as him stood beside him, as awe-inspiring as apprentices.

And he was surrounded by these people.

Lie on a table.

Be illuminated by gorgeous and mysterious magical objects.

This…

This is simply…

He thought of the four occult lessons he received when he enlisted.

One of the lessons is about the dangers of various dark rituals and how to identify them.

He also thought of the theater troupe from the town, which is said to have come from a big city, and received funding and assignments from the Tower of All-Seeing to perform for the people of the council. He was shocked by the grand and gorgeous magic tricks on the stage, and he was obsessed with the slender figure and beautiful face of the heroine.

Of course, I was also impressed by the villain's evil sacrificial ritual.

All the people who watched the play were deeply impressed by this, and of course they also remembered the plot of the play. They couldn't accept that the beautiful and kind heroine was finally tied to the sacrificial altar by the evil fallen mage to absorb life and sacrifice souls. Therefore, It is even more fearful and disgusting for the dark activities of fallen mages and demons.

- After all, the expected happy ending of the hero and heroine did not happen. People were fed a lot of shit, and naturally they were struck by lightning and heartbroken, so they were even more indignant. Each of them strengthened their recognition of the dark ritual. Knowing and vigilant, Carl is no exception.

There is also a promotional picture booklet of "100 Questions about the Force of Evil" distributed free of charge by the town's legal department in his home.

The previous Master Town Mage tried to collude with local businessmen, and wanted to forcibly distribute this brochure for a fee and make a lot of money. After the incident, all the family members of the merchant were convicted of falling into the party of the Mage by the Arcane Hunters. Burning to death with fire, children are no exception. Mr. Town Mage was executed in public. He was forced to attend the ceremony and saw Mr. Mage, who was usually aloof, was trapped in the magic torture tool and wailed and tortured in a human form.

It is said that the master arcane hunters will **** the sinful master mage to a tour of the whole county, and the prisoner will not be allowed to die until the last town is completed.

Before the execution, the Arcane hunters once again announced the law of execution and the laws of the country to the people.

—One of the national policies of the Austrian Law Council is to fight against any evil force unswervingly. One of its important ways is to raise the public’s awareness and vigilance of degenerate forces. Anyone who dares to obstruct and hinder the advancement of this national policy, All are the unforgivable sinners of the Ofa Council.

Thanks to these measures, former civilians like Carl are also extremely vigilant and aware of the forces of evil. Although he was half awake and dazed, he still came to a conclusion immediately after discovering the hell-like dangerous situation he was in.

Ruined.

It was treated as a sacrifice!

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he tried his best to struggle, so the severe pain returned to his mind. His eyes darkened from the pain, but his limbs gradually regained consciousness. Half-sleeping and half-awake, he heard screams, these evil spirits in green coats The disciples began to panic, and he heard the sacrificer shouting.

Still incomprehensible language.

But that voice without any tone fluctuations, like the symphony of gold and iron, said words that he couldn't understand - anesthetic, resistance, mortal world, support... The combination was the words he couldn't understand.

He fainted again.

I don't know what caused the coma this time, but he can always identify one of the reasons-before the shouting in his ears faded away, he realized one thing.

A hand and a leg...he couldn't feel them.

The terrifying nightmare receded like a tide, and he let out a short exclamation and opened his eyes.

The sun was shining brightly on the snow-white sheets from the overhead window.

Carl gasped for two rough breaths before returning to his thoughts. He saw the corners of his skirt lifted up, a snow-white figure trotted towards him, and a crisp cry like a lark resounded in his ears.

"Have you had a nightmare again?" a sweet female voice asked, "Are you alright?"

Carl looked down at the thick gauze wrapped around his right leg, then glanced at the bare left forearm, and said astringently: "...Nothing, thank you."

He looked up at the person in front of him.

She was wearing immaculate white clothes, and the skin of her face below the eyes was covered with a white hood—all the non-wounded people here are wearing that stuff, with only one pair of eyes showing, they can't see the face, can't see the joy Angry, can't see whether the expression behind the mask is indifference or disgust.

But she is different.

Carl knew that the girl was laughing.

Because of her black and white eyes, they often narrowed into crescent moons.

She was wearing white stockings, stepping on snow-white shoes, and her skirt swayed lightly, like an elf. The figure is unbelievably pure, and the bright eyes are incomparably beautiful, but the eyes and the curled hair are fascinating, making people involuntarily imagine the beauty under the mask.

She trotted here, and the wounded soldiers in the left and right rows were all saluting, and the soldiers on the bed in the distance were leaning over to see—Ms. Julie is the angel here. Full of patience, but usually lively and enthusiastic, she has easily conquered the wounded soldiers in an entire ward, and everyone is willing to go through fire and water for her, even if...

—Even if she was a medical staff member of the enemy army.

Yes, the enemy army.

Miss Julie is a medical nurse recruited by Dragon Aurora to work for it.

At the moment, he is looking at the materials for the wounded soldiers of the Austrian Law Council.

- Don't get me wrong, Miss Julie was not captured by the Council and therefore forced to provide medical services, if so, then this room full of wounded soldiers is willing to pay any price to return her safely to Far Harbor. And the fact is far more embarrassing than this, they are the prisoners.

Wounded in combat, then taken prisoner.

The strange thing is that no one remembers the process of being captured. Most of them only remember being bitten by a mosquito, or being pushed by a huge force, and then lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he appeared in the ward. Everyone was lying in a row. The wounds on their bodies were carefully bandaged with snow-white cloths they had never seen before. The quilts covering them were soft and snow-white.

—There are very few people who have unbearably heavy memories like Private Carl.

Captured by Kant.

But received very good treatment.

Surviving the death, first crying, then puzzled, the person who lost the limb collapsed frantically, but slowly accepted his fate. Time passed quickly, no one knew the progress of the war, everyone fell silent, recuperated from their injuries, and then fell in love with the nurses, but no one dared to tell their hearts.

After all, they are still prisoners.

Every day, the biggest question is what exactly Kant wants to do.

Among them, the vast majority are just ordinary soldiers, and their injuries are not light, they are of little value, and they are not worthy of such meticulous treatment and care—not to mention, the price of the bandages and bedding that were contaminated by them alone It is beyond their salaries and even pensions.

Not to mention that the ice cream, cola and other dessert drinks that have recently started to be provided to the "model patients" are so expensive in the council's domestic market that these big bosses doubt their lives.

Taking in wounded soldiers, treating prisoners, and doing their best to provide such expensive medical care and services to ordinary soldiers, Kant's inexplicable kindness is simply stupid and pedantic, but no one dares to sneer at the inexplicable wounded soldiers. , I don't even dare to slander.

One is to eat people's soft mouth, and the other is...

The hellish battlefield and brutal and **** killings have been completely imprinted on the souls of these people, and they still feel lingering fears.

These days, the soldiers who lost their limbs tended to be furious and weep and curse, but even if the vicious curse fell on Griffin Williams, those soldiers did not dare to speak ill of Aurora. They would rather believe that Kant had some conspiracy and scheming, and would never agree that the rumored lord of the Far Harbor was a kind-hearted guy—what's the joke?

Everyone who has experienced that war has a consensus... Aurora is a pyromaniac, bomber and destruction maniac who can't wait to set the whole world on fire.

After realizing that "Kant definitely has some conspiracy", combined with the defeatist idea of ​​"I can never resist", the wounded gradually lay flat. They began to accept medical treatment with peace of mind, and try to enjoy the delicious food - always to Kant anyway.

Under the influence of this trend of thought, the ward gradually became harmonious, and the wounded soldiers no longer sought life and death, and no prisoners emphasized backbone and passive confrontation. Anyone who dares to treat the nurse rudely will often be greeted and reprimanded by the whole body. When the troublemaker is seen by Miss Julie's watery eyes full of sadness, the guilt will soon fill the body, and it will soon soften. down.

Injured men are often insecure, and it is easy to seek care and maternal love from roles such as nurses. If the other party is kind and gentle, this mood will often evolve into goodwill or even love. It's just that this kind of feeling born from trauma, pain and helplessness often ends in sadness. After all, people are just working, and this is the case for everyone, and there is no special feeling for you.

- After all, you are not handsome, and it was embarrassing to call you at that time.

The wounded quickly adapted to the special mode of "capture + recuperation". They also thought of running away, but they had no idea where this place was. It was so cute and delicious, so they finally gave up.

The friendship with the nurses has deepened, but it is mostly one-sided wishful thinking, but they are still happy to chat with the nurses, which is a rare enjoyment.

I heard that the ward is doing well, and the radio can be installed tomorrow - they are also looking forward to it, but they don't know that the net of the Dragon of Aurora has been quietly cast.

Some people asked directly—Miss Nurse, why did His Highness Kant save us?

"Because you are also pitiful."

There was a touch of sadness in Miss Julie's eyes, and she whispered the words of His Highness Kant: "Your Highness said, you are both innocent and brave. A senseless waste of life driven by cold-blooded and cruel politicians."

"Those who can be captured by the Far Harbor Chapter are all rushing to our army's position. You are all amazing brave people. As long as you can survive, you deserve a second chance."

This remark made the soldiers have mixed feelings, and many people thought of Griffin's beautiful words before.

Kant's words are equally beautiful, but there are white sheets and delicious food, gentle nurses and delicate medical care, how can these be beautiful words?

Only the wounded soldiers like Karl looked at the bald stump and felt unbearable in their hearts.

No matter how strong Kant's medical technology is, they can't make their severed limbs grow again. What's the use of the so-called second chance?

Some people also joked: "We were still fighting against Kant's soldiers before, but after being captured, we were taken care of so carefully, with delicious desserts and gentle nurses, let alone the council, even if Kant's own Wounded soldiers are nothing but this kind of treatment. If the soldiers of His Royal Highness Kant saw that we prisoners were taken care of so carefully, they would be dissatisfied.”

"no."

The beautiful nurse became chatty and cheerful. She chirped like a lark, and the soldiers around the bed stood up straight and listened to her with their ears sideways, vividly.

"The injured comrades live in high buildings. I have been there twice."

There was yearning and exclamation in her tone: "I have been there twice, transiting in the space-time hub, there must be a kingdom of God, the road is wide, the sky is blue, the high-rise buildings are spotless. There are dozens of floors high, many floors. , they are all for wounded comrades in arms, everyone can choose freely, if you want to be alone, in a room, if you want to stay with familiar friends, and there are multiple wards."

"The comrades in arms have TV to watch, movies to watch, and games to play. There are chefs who cook for them. They also use the best and most effective potions. They have injury subsidies, battle medals, and special military merit subsidies. Yes, the environment there is really good, it's a big place, like a palace, it's clean and tidy, it's much better than here, it's all sand outside..."

The more she talked, the more complicated everyone's mood became, as if they were being played with by the scumbag Kant.

-Although this kind of differential treatment is natural, they are still very sour, their moods are complicated, they are even jealous, and they are very curious, how good is the recuperation environment for the wounded soldiers in the Far Harbor?

Before that, they felt that a large clean room like this, with nurses taking care of it, delicious food, and clean bedding, was already a very good treatment.

Miss Julie didn't say much.

Although the medical and nursing conditions of the wounded soldiers in the Far Harbor and the prisoners of war are very different, she did not say the real difference - these prisoners and wounded soldiers are indeed useful.

She knew that His Royal Highness Kant had set up a field medical team and had undergone corresponding medical training, but clinical treatment required a lot of practical support, and this kind of experience could not be taught on paper.

Therefore, before performing surgery on a wounded soldier in the Far Harbor, the medical team must conduct enough practical exercises on five to ten wounded prisoners with similar injuries.

This is the first use of captives.

The wounded captives didn't know anything about it. They were just reverie and loss with mixed feelings. After a while, someone whispered: "Over there in the far port... After all, someone died."

This is not very appropriate, the soldiers are silent.

Among them, in addition to the zero-kill rookies like Carl who were hanged and beaten when they showed up, there were also some strong players who fought against the soldiers of the Far Harbor. They knew how much they had done at that time.

"That's not something I can know."

Julie said softly, "His Royal Highness Kant will settle this matter with you."

Ah, that's all.

The soldiers looked at the neat bandages on their bodies, against Far Harbor, and being treated so favorably, and a sense of guilt welled up in their hearts—although many would be ungrateful and smack their noses in this situation, if Before that, it was washed by the firepower of the army level, which is another matter.

But the fear and anxiety captured by Kant had already been vented from the very beginning.

They were surprisingly calm now - being treated like that, what more could there be to say.

Take what you want, if it is too much, you will die.

I just don't know if I can go home.

- But what these captives don't know is that they are now infinitely far away from their hometown. In this alien plane far away from the mortal world, outside another solemn and sacred temple, soldiers in robes stand in formation. Standing and holding up his weapons, Kant stood in the forefront in a battle suit.

"Shoot-"

At the crisp sound of gunshots, Kant shouted.

"Salute to the comrades who are about to temporarily sleep in the static force field!"

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PS1: This chapter is about 9,000 to 10,000 words...but it's too late, I'll write it tomorrow.