Sword of Daybreaker

A sudden wind swept across the wilderness, setting off a large expanse of gravel and fallen leaves, and also lifted the corner of a thick sackcloth covering a heavy truck. A taxi driver stepped forward to hold some loose ropes and tied the sackcloth that was lifted back. Go to the side of the truck, and look up at the clear sky.

The sky was clear and clear, and nothing could be seen except for some sparse clouds.

"Weird wind ..." The taxi driver muttered, puzzled by his inexplicable heart that moment.

From the distance came the voice of the captain of the transportation team, Hong Liang: "Car number three!"

The taxi driver shook his head and flung out some stories about the winter monsters and the plain monsters, and responded with the same high voice: "Car No. 3 is ready! Boss!"

"Car number four!" "Car number four is ready!" "Car number five ..."

The mechanics in charge of driving the vehicle entered the high driving position of the vehicle, and also boarded the driver and co-pilot for the second time. The humming sound of the power ridge gave a reassuring feeling, and the voice of the fleet commander was From the outside: "Check the condition of your vehicles. This journey is not short. The plain of the Holy Spirit is freezing cold!

"The shipping on the Gorgon has stopped, and we are the only transportation line this winter-

"Get off! Comrades on the plain are still waiting for these food and medicine!"

The magic engine makes a low noise, the gears and levers rotate and friction under the power of the machinery, and each of the large large magic guided vehicles gradually accelerates. In the vast wilderness in the winter, the man-made steel giant roars and is full of the Holy Spirit. The urgently needed materials in the plain reconstruction area are smeared with black trajectories on a vast ground, and the trajectories point far north ...

In the plain area, the Gorgon River, the dry season is coming on schedule. The decline of the water level of the river makes the navigation of large vessels difficult and dangerous. With the warning from the managers of the various sections of the river, shipping on the Gorgon River that has been busy for more than half a year has finally begun. cease.

In the old days, this meant that all those who lived on the river had to enter the "dormant" like the farmers on the plain. Except for a few bold people, everyone would obediently return to the shack by the river and cling to their family. , The warm fire, relying on the stored food, quietly waiting for the end of winter, so is the ordinary sailor, the same is true of the owner of the ship.

But this year's situation is slightly different from previous years.

A team called the "Joint Reconstruction Regiment" came to the plain from the Rock Fortress. This team set up camps of various sizes in the East Holy Spirit Plain, which became scorched earth, and began the reconstruction work in full swing. They Shouting the slogan "Regain the Land from the Jackal and Winter", with some incomprehensible enthusiasm, he is trying to regain this land.

Winter, which had nothing to do, suddenly became lively.

Boatman Du Lin jumped off the raft with his two sons, and the workers waiting on the shore immediately stepped forward, cooperating with the hook and rope skillfully to tow the raft, and dragged to the shore, more people came up, and The rope that tied the raft was untied, and the logs that made up the raft were towed to shore, ready to be sent to the camp not far away.

The Baishui River has been closed, but the channel is not completely frozen. Although large boats can no longer be sailed, small rafts and boats can still sail on shallow waters. Doolin, as a local on the Gorgon River, accepts With the employment of the United Reconstruction Corps, his task was to help transport the wood felled upstream from the camp to the lower camp-using ancestral rafting techniques and honing between the reefs throughout the year. Guts and experience.

The man who floated on the Gorgon for half his life stretched his neck and watched those in gray-blue winter clothing busy between the shallows and the shore highlands. In this freezing winter, it was not suitable for work here. Busy days.

He couldn't understand the sight before, because it had never happened before.

He also did not intend to blend too much with these people, because he was an honest "river", and those who came out of the rock fortress carried the royal banner and the army escort.

But he still stretched his neck and spent a long time looking at the southerners who didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, as well as the natives who were mixed with the southerners and said to have originally lived in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain.

It is said that the locals escaped by chance when they fought before, and have been hiding in the cities and towns to the south. Now they have returned with the southerners and plan to rebuild their homes.

Du Lin didn't see the faces he knew from those "natives"-most of them were dead.

Du Lin looked at the people on the bank and the river bank, because he was a bit envious of the thick winter clothes of those people, and the aromas they fluttered while cooking on the river bank-those winter clothes without patches were obviously new clothes, and they Occasionally they smell meat when cooking-they eat meat every week.

In this winter, Du Lin's life has actually been much better than in previous years-originally he was going to spend a difficult winter, because of that terrible war, because of those terrible monsters, the Liangtian on the east bank was ruined, and the village Hezhen was also destroyed. The noble masters died and ran away, and the merchants also fled. The "river people" who depended on transporting goods for the nobles and businessmen had cut off half of their sources of life. The days to come down will be extraordinarily difficult, but what was unexpected was that the southerners returned to the land they had burned with their roaring machines.

The Joint Reconstruction Mission brought unexpected job opportunities, or, in other words, lives, to the river workers, sailors, and captains on the Gorgon River who were preparing to endure the hardships of winter.

Du Lin is very grateful for the generosity of these outsiders, and is quite happy to use his skills and experience to exchange winter rations for the whole family, but ... he still has some envy for the new and neat winter clothes, and the stewed meat in the big pot on the river bank .

A tall, thin man in a gray-blue cotton robe walked by, stopped in front of Du Lin: "Citizens-today's share is complete, you can go to the camp to receive wages at any time."

This is an "administrative office official" from the south. His special armband and emblem on the front of his clothes show his identity.

Du Lin woke up from the distraction and quickly bowed his head in front of the "big man": "Okay, sir, I'll go soon ..."

An official wearing the armband laughed: "To be honest, you really don't consider signing up? We are even more scarce in the north, where we are recruiting experienced river workers. If you join the reconstruction team, you can go to the north camp to help . "

Du Lin immediately smiled humblely: "I ... forget it, there are wives and children ... the little daughter is only three years old ..."

"Actually, you can take your family over ... But it doesn't matter. It's all voluntary. When you want to sign up, just come to me anytime."

Du Lin nodded in a hurry: "Yes, sir, thank you very much."

When meeting officials of the Department of Home Affairs, call each other Mr./Ms., Not adults or masters. This is the code learned by Doulin and these people who have called themselves "junior officials of the United Reconstruction Regiment." Although he did not know why someone would not like the more honorable title, but since the other party so requested, he obeyed with all his heart.

"You're welcome," the younger administration official waved his hand. "It's getting late, let's go back when you get paid-be careful on the road, citizen."

"Yes, sir."

Du Lin and his two sons turned their heads and walked away quickly. The tall and thin government office official watched the three men leave and shook his head with a smile.

A young man dressed in black winter clothes walked by nearby, stopped behind the government office official, and said casually: "In fact, you don't need to call them citizens-they don't understand it at first, and the residents of this area The roster hasn't been compiled yet, and the word 'citizen' is still some way from them. "

"I like the word" citizen ", I like to talk and I listen," said the government office official, and glanced at the young man in black winter clothes. "Is Minister Norris still outside?"

"Yes, he's examining the soil north."

"... We have not been able to open enough arable land before the freezing season. Everything can only be made up in the coming spring. Everyone has a sense of urgency, but Minister Norris' body is no longer healthy, after all," a young government official sighed. He sighed, "If the snow this winter can be postponed for a week ..."

"Yeah ..." The young man in black winter clothes frowned, looking towards the camp north with a slightly worried look.

The flags of the Cecil Empire are hunting and flying in the cold winds, and the camp's temporary wooden walls are painted with bold letters-"Retake the land from the wolves and winter", the artisans and folks are busy and nervously As they reinforce the camp's windbreaks and wooden huts, and prepare a warehouse for upcoming new supplies, soldiers patrol vigilantly around the camp to guard against the hungry beasts in this wilderness and possible, fluke escapes. To purify the swarming monsters, Minister of Agriculture Norris and his assistants stood on the high ground near the northern gate, staring at the frozen land.

In winter, it snows and freezes.

Human beings trekked, rebuilt, and reclaimed on this scorched earth with flesh and blood. However, the power of nature does not show any kindness because of human courage and hard work. It operates more cruelly than machines, and it rains and snows according to laws. Freezing land in accordance with the law is neither delayed nor lenient.

"The land reclaimed in this area is less than 30% of the planned ... The winter of the Holy Spirit Plain is half a month longer than the southern border. More than half of the prepared fields will definitely miss the spring plowing next spring," Norris said lowly. "We are consuming The West finally managed to raise food ... "

"But at least a few camps have stood still, the temporary road has been repaired, Minister," an assistant could not help but said, "As long as these camps stand still in winter, we can open up wasteland as soon as we thaw next spring, and we will only miss a season at most. food……"

Norris sighed: "Everything can only be as good as possible ... keke ..."

He coughed violently.

The air flow ran through his trachea, tearing the lungs damaged by typhoid fever and Chen disease in his early years. He felt that the cold air had poured into his internal organs, a little bit of energy left in the body, but it was violent. Before the cough caused the imbalance, the hands of the two young men stretched out in a timely manner, holding the crumbling agriculture minister.

"Minister," a young official called nervously, "are you all right?"

"I'm okay," Norris finally eased. He reached into his arms, reached for a small metal medicine bottle, unscrewed the lid, took a bitter potion inside, and the warmth spread in his body. Opening up, let a little strength in his words, "Well, after all, I am old, and the cold wind of the Holy Spirit Plain is not very friendly to me."

Pittman's rejuvenation potion supplements Norris's physical strength, but he can still feel that his internal organs are steadily declining—alchemy potions and druid spells may make an old man feel better, but the aging effects The deep damage that comes is not something that humans can reverse.

He put away about half a bottle of potion left, and looked at the young faces around him who were worried, nervous and concerned, and couldn't help smiling.

"Let's go back."

Norris shook off his two hands, holding him, turned to the direction of the camp, stepped forward, and walked slowly forward.

He walked into the camp and walked towards his barracks.

Those who are committed to rebuilding their homes are busy on both sides of the road.

The magician technicians from the south are debugging a magic obelisk, and the crystal device filled with magic is slowly rotating in the cold wind.

The craftsmen are measuring the foundations in an open field in preparation for the construction of the warehouse.

Several folks are working together to cut a huge piece of wood. The man holding the saw is vaguely familiar ... He is a refugee who has been assisted by the investigation team. His most valuable possession was a small cart full of tattered carts. .

His wife was not far away, using a long-handled spoon to stir the food in a cauldron, and with a wide voice, he greeted the men for finishing work and preparing meals.

The "valuable" cart was also there. It was not discarded, but parked in the open space next to it, filled with potatoes and radishes pulled from the warehouse.

Norris recalled that he remembered that there was also a cart that looked similar in the past—he pushed it all the way from Old Cecil to the Dark Mountains.

The cart was burned as firewood in the winter of the first year, and the land next to the dark mountains has now become a wonderful place.

Norris' slightly sloppy lower back straightened slightly.

He's not done yet.

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