Volume 4: The Starlight Stream, Chapter 302, Alive (II)

Arriving at the periphery of the Southwest Theater of Operations on an Imperial Transport Plane, hitchhiking close to the town under continuous artillery fire, and sneaking into the ruins by night, Xu Le finally arrived at the location where Paul was captured in the intelligence, and after observing for more than ten minutes, he quickly left and dived deeper into the night.

Because the bombing density in the southwest theater was too high, the intensity of electronic warfare was too terrifying, and because the heavy clouds like lead blocks above his head were too thick, when Xu Le saw the ruined scene of Ferge City for the first time on the hills, he lost contact with Philip, and the black spaceship stayed silently in a meteorite belt somewhere outside the atmosphere of Mohua Star, and could no longer provide him with more help.

These days he has been moving up and down the deserted hillsides under the gray clouds, in the towns where missiles are flying, without partners, without travel companions, and without any comrades-in-arms, just walking alone, fortunately, he has long been accustomed to walking alone, fighting alone.

Being good at fighting alone does not mean that you can defeat all enemies alone, Xu Le knows very well that in the magnificent and tragic battlefield, the strength of an individual is very insignificant, and no matter who comes to the warring sides with a grenade salvo, he can blow himself into pulp.

So he carefully hid himself, gradually leaving the most dangerous neighborhoods and returning to the verdant hills on the outskirts of the city, only returning to the city like a ghost in the middle of the night.

At night, he walked past the tattered bell tower, jumped over the thick sycamore trees, wiped the heavy dust from the windows, peered into the cluttered floor of the storeroom, and searched for all the tiniest traces, and by determination or luck, he found the right path, and saw the gloomy cellar and the three bloodstained corpses within, long since dry.

The battle between the two sides started in every corner at every moment, even in the hills and forests that looked very quiet, in just three days, Xu Le searched along the edge of the northeast corner of Feige City, and witnessed four tragic street battles.

He saw the Imperial mechs and the Federation armored vehicles collide violently, he saw a Federation soldier's waist directly blown in two by a howitzer fired from the Imperial position, he saw an Imperial Medic who had his legs amputated by a Federation machine gun bullet, crawling towards his position in vain while howling, and he saw many young people screaming and dying, and then fell silent.

The empire is his blood tie, the federation is his emotional tie, no matter how fierce the battle is in front of him, there is no other way to react except to silence Xu Le, he can't help either side in the battle, and his ass is moving around on two chairs full of blades, it is all pain.

As the night deepened, a large moon slowly rose on the eastern horizon, shining generously on the world along the gap between the lower edge of the gray and black clouds in the southwest theater.

Xu Le lay in the marching pit dug in the evening, looked at the full moon in the sky, felt the slight cool dampness coming from under him, arched his left palm into a ball to cover the cigarette butt, brought it to his lips and took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and then looked back at the city shrouded in darkness behind him.

Then his eyes narrowed, for he saw an Imperial maiden in a white dress suddenly appear on the street, which was full of sycamore tree stumps and cannonball wounds.

The thin white dress hung over her emaciated body, gray and black because of its filth, but it appeared in such a silent and dangerous night, but it was as white as a pitiful handful of snowflakes.

Xu Le's eyesight was very sharp, even on such a deep night, with the help of the fainter and fainter moonlight in the sky, he could clearly see the details of the buildings several kilometers away, let alone the street that was only five hundred meters away from him.

The Imperial girl in the white dress looked very tired, but her expression was extremely numb, as if she was not angry in the slightest, her cheeks were pale, and there were blood stains on the hem of her skirt, and she didn't know where she was injured.

Xu Le's eyes kept narrowing, he didn't know why this girl appeared on the streets of Feige City at night like a lonely ghost, you must know that although it was already night, the city was still very dangerous, and a battle could break out at any time, and stray bullets pierced the silent night sky from time to time.

Could it be that she is really a lonely ghost?

Xu Le's eyes narrowed even more as he watched the girl in the white dress walk towards the corner of the street in despair, and during the day he had confirmed that there was an Imperial force stationed on the other side of the street, the Night Tiger Regiment, which was known for its cruelty and ruthlessness, and would definitely not hesitate to pull the trigger at anyone who dared to appear in front of their defensive line, whether the other party was a Federation or an Imperial.

Xu Le seemed to see the picture of the imperial girl being swept off by the cold machine gun bullet in the next moment, her eyes that had been squinting suddenly relaxed, and the moonlight on the horizon reflected in her eyes, which was very bright.

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The girl Azra had been wandering the streets of Fege for more than two days, and she had been crushed by grief to survive as if she had no feeling, no fear, walking between the smoke and rubble, between the blazing day and the cold night.

She couldn't feel the pain of her bare feet stepping on the hot bullet casings, she couldn't hear the scorching sound of flesh and blood, she couldn't see the mecha melee that was often only hundreds of meters away, she couldn't hear the loud sound of heavy metal colliding, she didn't know anything, she just walked aimlessly, ready to meet death or didn't think about death at all.

There is a proverb in the Empire that a person who does not have a god of death in his eyes is often not easily seen by the god of death, or because even the indifferent and ruthless creator thinks that what happened to her is too tragic, so Azra, a young girl who has no home and no relatives, has been walking in despair for a long time, but is extremely lucky not to be noticed by dangerous stray bullets and even more dangerous soldiers.

"Why didn't I close the door, how could I forget to close it?"

"This dress is so dirty, why should I carry it when Grandpa told me to close the door? Why am I so slow?"

"If I had been quicker, if I hadn't carried my skirt at the time, I would have been able to close the door. ”

Azra staggered down the rubbled streets, numbly walked around the thick fallen plane trees, her body was so exhausted that she seemed to be about to fall down at any moment, she felt that she was an unforgivable female prisoner, she bowed her head in low self-esteem and sadness, looked at her vague figure on the ground, and felt that it was sin, so she kept repeating these words in a tone of atonement, a voice as slight as a mosquito.

Turning the street, hearing an angry curse from the darkness in the distance, and the clear sound of the gun's chamber crashing, the girl Azra raised her head tiredly and numbly, looked at the soldiers looming in front of her, her delicate thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and then showed a smile of relief, knowing that it was all over.

Autumn leaves the tree because the tree doesn't care, the tree falls down the street because people don't care, and who cares about the departure of the poor weak girl Azra in this abyssal ruined city on earth, except for the gust of wind that began to wilt on her thin body.

Suddenly, the terrible sound of Empire-standard machine gun fire rang out continuously, and then abruptly stopped.

The wind blew from the side of the street, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground and the small gravel under the tree trunks, and also swept away the helpless figure of the girl.

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In a hilly and low-lying area covered by bushes, Xu Le rummaged through the marching backpack for a long time, found two boxes of ready-to-heat nutrition packets, and couldn't help but smile unexpectedly.

Without using a marching knife, he directly pressed the heated steel spring with his strong fingers, waited in silence for more than ten seconds, walked next to the marching pit, handed it to the girl, and said calmly: "Eat." ”

Azra ignored him, just hugged his skinny knees, and stared at his hometown on the other side of the bushes in a daze.

Xu Le sat down two meters away from the girl, he waited in silence for a long time, confirmed that the other party had no intention of opening, and had no idea of eating, stood up and walked over again.

Using his steely left hand to pinch open the girl's jaw, Xu Le roughly stuffed the instant hot food into her mouth, but fortunately, the temperature had dropped a lot by this time, so as not to worry about burning her to death.

"I still have a lot of things to do, whether you deserve to be saved or not, but since I saved you, I always want you to have a full meal, and there is no point in starving ghosts. ”

In a short time, the whole box of food was stuffed into the girl's mouth, Azra was choked and coughed, and after taking the water handed over by Xu Le, he couldn't care about refusal, and drank a few big sips.

Then the two of them were silent again, there was silence on the side of the marching pit between the hills, Xu Le smoked a cigarette, looked at the few wounds exposed on the back of the girl's torn white dress, suddenly cursed a few words in a low voice, took out the medical bag and began to bandage her.

This time Azra did not refuse, nor did he express gratitude, his hands around his knees and his head hugged tighter, and after his thin body swayed back and forth nervously for a while, he suddenly cried with a headache, and said while crying: "Shut the door...... The skirt is so dirty, I shouldn't carry it, I'm too slow, I damn it. ”

The girl's sudden collapse and crying startled a few nocturnal animals in the bushes, and also woke up Xu Le, he stood up vigilantly, and at the same time quickly turned on the filter detection equipment to monitor whether anyone was approaching around the hills, and then he heard the girl continue to cry:

"If I wasn't me...... Grandpa definitely won't die...... He's the best...... The watchmaker, who can make the most punctual clocks......"

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, it is basically admitted that Xu Le should be regarded as a good person in the general sense, and he has always had a certain quality, a certain quality that is easy to make people trust and feel close.

Because of this trait and the fact that she was rescued, and because of her aristocratic accent and black hair, Xu Le gained the trust of the girl Azra, and she told the tragic experience of these days without concealment, even the fact that she was **.

Xu Le keenly noticed the later federal officers mentioned in the girl's narrative, and then looked at the girl who was crying in a low voice and said, "Your grandfather is right, happy people really only need to do one thing, and that is to live." If you have done nothing wrong, then you are entitled to live happily. ”

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(It's over today.,The state is very bad.,Seventy-two YY doesn't have time to look at it twice.,At this time, I'm still holding back and still desperate.,I really don't know when the next two chapters will be written.,I try my best to hold it out.,I hope the quality of the hold is better.,Continue.。 ）