Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 5

In previous wars, Sean had always adhered to his principles and never changed.

Unite the civilians on the same front and educate the enemies who still have conscience.It's just that, for the former, he will reason, and for the latter, he will use his best method - iron and blood.

Therefore, when Sean found that he could only "injure one thousand enemies and eight hundred injuries" to the person in front of him, one can imagine the disappointment in his heart.After the pain on the side face disappeared, he was a little dazed: "What's going on?"

"That's a contract. I guess, you were distracted when you were being educated by the 'doll', or you simply played truant." Mei Danzuo moved his hand away from the slightly red and swollen side face, and stretched his long hair that was messy because of avoiding. Hair re-cut back of the head.The smile on his face disappeared, but his voice was still soft and peaceful: "After the puppets are sold, they will be cast with a spell of obedience. This means that when you attack me, you will experience the same Pain; if you kill me—of course that's unlikely, you will die immediately. On the other hand, even if I torture you to death, I won't feel any discomfort during the process."

Shane felt disbelief and horror at the same time.If the other party is telling the truth, even if he escapes, he will live his whole life as an accessory of this hateful family, and he can't even kill the other party.

"You don't seem to believe it. It's okay, I can prove it to you. When you hit me, your face hurt too? Now, it's my turn." Medanzuo grabbed Sean's wrist; He was so nervous, he smiled softly to comfort him: "Don't be nervous, it's nothing." After that, he suddenly pulled Sean's arm to the outside forcefully, and then pulled it again.

"...!" Sean clenched his teeth subconsciously, and the pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.After the other party finished that sentence, he first broke the bones of his forearm, and then dislocated his shoulder.

This wasn't the worst injury Sean had ever suffered, but the sudden pain still caught him off guard.He raised his eyes slightly, and found that the person in front of him had a happy expression, not like he was suffering from broken bones and dislocations.Apparently, it's painfully effective proof.

"Now, do you understand?"

Sean supported his injured arm, and nodded with a dark face.

"It's good that you didn't yelp—very good. I hate when people yell, it makes me want to pull out their tongue." Medanzo smiled approvingly, then turned and walked up: "Now, go My room. I know healing magic and can make you recover quickly, but you have to behave yourself."

Sean hesitated.For a moment, he really wanted to die with the other party.However, when he thought of the armor and weapons he had just seen and the horrors he had witnessed in the streets of the slums, he gave up that impulsive thought.

I have to escape alive.I will redeem myself, avenge my enemies, and, by the way, give others in my situation what they deserve.Sean's eyes flashed, and he quickly followed the man in front of him.

Aristocrats would have separate libraries and study rooms, so their bedrooms were usually very simple; but Medanzuo, obviously, couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.There were many unusual things about Medanzo's bedroom, but that didn't surprise Sean.

When Medan Zuo was treating his wounds, Sean's gaze swept every corner of the room.He wasn't interested in the ornate four-poster bed, and quickly looked across the room.There was a tall shelf with beautifully crafted but incomprehensible metal products, such as the bronze sculpture of "a howling woman locked on a mechanical tree", a glass box with full fingernails, and Looks like something a sadist would love.

There were two pieces of the sadist's knick-knack that interested Sean.One is a model of Levin's castle, made of bullet casings of various types, instantly reminding Sean of the era full of fire and gunpowder smoke; the other is the flintlock he used in combat in his previous life.

Sean knew that the guns commonly used now were submachine pistols, which were much more advanced than the ones he used at that time; but he was no longer familiar with the antique-level things.He pretended to be curious and pointed at the gun: "Is this antique still usable?"

"Of course." Medanzuo took the gun in his hand: "But no one wants to use this, and even the revolver is outdated now. It takes too long to load the bullets, let alone fire them continuously. Of course , it has another advantage, that is..."

It is the "compatibility" of the barrel is strong.As long as the caliber matches, long bullets with strong penetrating power and expansion bullets with hollow warheads can be loaded.For sharpshooters, it is perfect for long-range attacks.Sean recited silently in his heart, and his thoughts coincided with what the other party said.

Medanzo didn't know Sean's idea of ​​using this gun.He looked at Sean and said, "Is this the clothes those workers at the auction gave you? Take them off, wash yourself, and you can only wear the clothes I gave you. Today I am very tired and not in the mood , you can sleep on the ground at the end of the bed."

Sean stared at him; he wanted to ask "did you know that sleeping on the floor at the end of the bed is the treat for dogs", but he didn't have to.He thought that Medanzo must know, and he did it because he knew.

Watching someone who is self-respecting and tough get insulted is one of the greatest joys of the person in front of him.

"You seem to have an objection? Do you want to sleep on the bed?" Medanzuo would be wrong, and smiled contemptuously: "Inferior people are not qualified to make demands. Besides, you know the work of 'dolls'? If you want to sleep on the bed Sleep, you have to be me..."

"Who would have that idea?" Sean's words were almost squeezed out between his teeth. "I'm disgusted to even see you, sleeping in a bed? Don't even think about it."

Seemingly not provoked, Medanzuo nodded with his expression unchanged, walked to the wooden frame, and turned his back to Sean. "There are many people who are afraid of me, but almost none who dislike me. Your reason?"

reason?

Sean took a breath and said in a low voice: "I don't want to be rude, but since you asked, I can only tell the truth. You are as beautiful and narcissistic as a flower peacock, but at the same time you have an ugly and amazing soul. Anyone who has self respect and is not stupid will want to stay away from you, because they can see the disgusting truth behind your beautiful appearance. I hate to say it, but God, why did you make such an amazing biology?"

Sean has tried his best to filter out the dirty words and make his words more fair, but he has nowhere to vent his grievances, and it is inevitable that he will be a little emotional when he speaks.To this, Medanzo's reaction was just to turn around with a smile: "I really like the way you speak."

It would be more true if you hadn't thrown something at my head.

Although the opponent threw it hard, Sean was always vigilant and escaped smoothly.The thing fell in a curve through the air unhindered and landed on the carpet, cutting the richly patterned weave.Sean looked intently, and saw that it was a bronze sculpture in the shape of a soldier, and the culprit who damaged the carpet was the knife held by the bronze figure; if he hadn't avoided it, the cut would be under his right eye, maybe even his eye be scratched.

Medanzuo clapped his hands and said words that were almost praise: "You react quickly." Sean stared at him defensively: "Thank you."

The other party's moody behavior made Sean nervous, but it also gave him a lot of inspiration.Thinking of what happened at that moment just now, Sean couldn't help but glance at the complicated and gorgeous mechanical clock on the wall, imagining how long it would be dizzy to smash this huge metal product on a person's head; Resist internally and subdue the opponent, then...

Perhaps guessing Sean's thoughts, Medanzuo laughed: "If you want to use the things in this room as weapons to attack me, please do so. When I am in a good mood, I also like to hit people with metal products; If I’m in a bad mood, maybe I’ll choose to do it myself.”

Hearing this, Sean couldn't help turning his head to look at the other party.Mei Danzuo and Sean looked at each other, and suddenly smiled: "You look at me with such eyes, as if I am a pervert."

Don't you?

Sean turned his head coldly, but from the corner of his eye, he paid attention to Mei Danzuo's movements, to guard against the other party's sudden interest and launching a "friendly" attack on him.Fortunately, the other party seemed to have no intention of reverting to the same old ways, and instead called the servant to clean up the mess and lead Sean to the bathroom.

Soaking himself in hot water, Sean felt his body relax after a stressful day.He looked at the white porcelain bathtub he was sitting in at the moment, and then looked up at the shiny red copper water tank.These things reminded him of the memories of heating hot water and bathing in wooden barrels in his previous life, and reminded him of what he had seen and heard in the two days in the slums: people picked up broken copper and iron from factories to make their own water tanks and bathtubs, and took a bath. The back almost smells of rust.

Societal progress is really wonderful, because it even adjusts its own degree of development according to local conditions.

Sean took his thoughts back.He looked around, expecting to find something that could be used as a weapon.He had already given up on arguing with Medanzuo verbally or using hands, and decided to use all his energies on escaping.He knew that he had to hit the target and succeed in one fell swoop, otherwise it would be difficult to turn around again.Fleeing is nothing more than knowing the path and being fully armed, and he already knows the escape route, the only thing missing is the weapon.While the armor at the corner of the stairs provided him with a sword, he needed a few more things.

No; there's nothing insignificant and deadly here.Sean sighed, tucked his knees and looked up, looking at the ventilation window on the wall near the ceiling.His eyes shot at the small iron window, looking at the night sky divided by hollow patterns, his eyes were full of longing and firmness.

I will escape.

I must escape.

That free sky is where I belong; this gorgeous cage is not.

What will happen after escaping?How should we deal with this strange environment that is much more advanced than the era in which we live?

I need a more detailed plan.Just getting out of here is not my only goal; I can't live in hiding from now on.I want those wolf-hearted, doll-making guys to be punished, and the arrogant people to be taught a lesson.

When he thought about the people living in the slums, Sean's heart tightened.The village he once regarded as his home no longer exists and has been replaced by a city, but in that dirty and simple street, the descendants of his fellow countrymen live.This country has entered an unprecedented period of prosperity, and nobles and big businessmen have even more wealth and status.But those who work for them to create wealth have a very difficult life.

I hate those nobles not because they have power, but because they have power.

He closed his eyes and imagined that he was in the country pub in his hometown.At that time, he and his companions gathered around the table, roaring like wild animals, "We will make them tremble and make them back!" .

Sean said silently: "For the land. For freedom. For relatives. For friends who died in battle. For... our future."