Dragon Clan: There is Definitely Something Wrong with Me Alone

"bass--"

The flintstones rubbed together and ignited the flames, and the wind around the man seemed to be still, until he lit the cigarette in his hand and couldn't put out the flames in time.

"My name is Hilbert Jean Angers."

I don't know when, the man has come to the boy and said in fluent Chinese, "He's the one who came to end this war."

With that said, he handed out the lit cigarette in his hand to the boy.

"Wow," the young man snorted when he saw the voice that suddenly appeared in front of him, but quickly regained his composure, and even showed a little curiosity in his eyes, "It's lit? How did you do it, uncle?"

"Take it, it will burn out later."

Angers gestured.

Smoke is a kind of thing that is hard to be blown out by the wind when it is lit. It will only continue to burn in the strong wind until it becomes ashes.Short and fragile, just like the teenager in front of him.

"Thank you."

The teenager said thank you, and took the cigarette from Angers.

Put it in his mouth and take a deep breath.

"Cough-cough-cough-"

Perhaps because of the first exposure to this kind of thing, the teenager couldn't help coughing.

With his tattered clothes that were not really military uniforms, he was as embarrassed as a beggar begging on the street.

"Really, this thing is not as good as I imagined."

The teenager complained while coughing, "It's choking and bitter, why does the old general like it so much?"

"Son, isn't this the taste of life?" Angers smiled.

"Oh I got it."

The young man took another breath without admitting defeat.

This time, he didn't cough in the same embarrassing manner as before, but took a long breath and sighed, "I seem to like this smell."

47. Going forward is our hometown

"Of course, even if life is bitter, no one wants to give up."

Angers smiled and motioned for the young man in front of him to get out of the way, "Get out of the way, child, my goal is not you."

"But your target is the general."

The young man also smiled without giving in.

He pulled out the long spear that had been stuck in the snow beside him, waved it, and drew a long horizontal line on the snow.

"The general gave me half a cigarette, so I have to stop you."

"Just because of this half cigarette, is it worth it?"

Angers sighed slightly, reached out and took out a pocket knife from his breast pocket.

The jackknife was slowly torn apart, and in the dark night, the knife glowed with a suffocating cold light.

"I think it's worth it, it's worth it."

The young man stood upright with no fear in his eyes.

"As long as you get out of the way, I can end this war."

Angers raised the jackknife in his hand.

The direction the knife pointed to was the center of the camp, which was the goal of his trip, and now there was a young man he admired between him and the goal.

"Are you saying that when the general dies, the war will end?"

The boy was stunned for a while, but then he laughed, "Hahahahahaha-"

"why are you laughing?"

Ang Ge was stunned for a while, a little puzzled.

"Of course the war will end."

The young man's spear aimed at Angers, his muscles tense and ready to go.

"But it's definitely not because of you and me, nor because of the general."

The voice fell, and the wind and snow were penetrated.

The sharp spear pierced the air, and the sound of the sonic boom covered up the whistling of the wind, stabbing at Angers' head.

This was a blow that was enough to surpass the limit of ordinary people's reaction speed, but it was a pity that he faced Angers.

"Ugh……"

The sigh grew longer.

Time seemed to stand still.

The expression on Angers' face became indifferent, and he shook his head helplessly as he looked at the almost motionless spear.

Just a slight movement of the footsteps avoided the trajectory of the spear.

In the seemingly static world, he bypassed the trajectory of the spear and approached the person with the gun.

One step, two steps, three steps, he raised the jackknife in his hand.

It will be a knife to die without pain.

No one can feel any pain from a knife cut in this almost still time.

However, when his knife was about to touch the boy's neck, he felt that something was wrong.

The gun is wrong.

Because time is almost still, it is almost impossible to detect whether the spear is still moving forward.

"Good boy!"

A surprised smile appeared on Ange's face.

The gun changed its trajectory at some point, perhaps before he activated time zero.

This young man seemed to have anticipated his actions long ago.

The long spear was vibrating rapidly with an imperceptible amplitude, which was caused by the sudden withdrawal under the high-speed thrust.

The teenager's wrist had already changed the angle before he approached, and the long handle did not thrust forward, but moved laterally toward where he was now.

The fact that the time has slowed down does not mean that the kinetic energy has disappeared. Even if the spear seems to be so slow, once it touches him, the power is unimaginable.

If he hadn't noticed the young man's small movements, if he released Time Zero the moment he killed the opponent, and if the flow of time resumed, the traversing spear would hit him heavily.

Too bad the world doesn't have ifs.

"Pity."

Angers sighed.

It had been a long time since no human could surprise him, let alone such a young boy.

If such a young man grows up, he will definitely be like his best friend Lu Shanyan, right?

He seemed to see the shadow of his former best friend in this young man, the same complexion, the same firm eyes, and the same blood full of fighting for the country.

As a result, there was a little hesitation in his hand.

In his eyes, this was originally a meaningless battle, a meaningless war.

In fact, he can bypass this young man and go directly to take the head of the enemy, but he can't lose these admirable warriors.

"Puff-puff-"

Two splatters of blood were splattered, and almost instantly congealed by the wind and snow.

It is a pity that these two bloods are not from Angers.

At this moment, Angers had come behind the boy and put away his pocket knife.

"Om-"

After the flow of time resumed, the spear waved and made a harsh Weng sound.

Snowflakes splashed across the boy's face and chest.

The severe pain caused his spear swing to be out of shape, but he still gritted his teeth and completed the action, but he failed to hit the target.

There is a hideous scar on his face, which has been drawn from his face to his eyes, and a fatal wound on his chest, which runs through the position of the heart on the left chest.

"bass--"

The spear was stuck in the snow, and the boy's figure stood still.

"you lose."

Angers put away his pocket knife and walked slowly towards the gate of the camp.

"Yeah, I lost. But you're also a loser."

The distance the boy faced, the sky was dyed crimson by the flame of the flare gun.

He looked at the flame of the same color as the national flag, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he smiled brightly and proudly.

Angers looked back suspiciously.

He also saw the signal, and in his mind their troops had no intention of sending such a signal, nor was it necessary at all.

When the equipment and the strength are completely crushing the opponent, it is a shame to send a distress signal and the like, and throw it at the grandma's house.

At this moment, he finally understood what this young man said.

It was not them who ended the battle, nor the general sitting in the barracks, but this 'miracle' army.

"I actually don't quite understand, this is not your country, why are you working so hard?"

Angers gave up the idea of ​​continuing to go to the barracks because the war was over.

He walked to the boy's side and stood side by side with him, looking at the burning crimson in the sky.