old dream

Chapter 186 The Night of Blood
Tuk tuk, tuk tuk.

"Doctor Fernand? Are you there?"

There was a knock on the door from outside, still polite.A four or five-year-old girl was holding a toy and staring blankly at the sandalwood door of her house.

Only one hand was knocking on the door, but through the light coming through the crack at the bottom of the door, it could be seen that many people were already standing outside.

"Mother."

While staring at the door, the girl turned her head and said:

"It seems that there are guests outside..."

The childish words in the milky voice were only halfway through, and the young mother covered her throat with her hands.The toddler raised his head, trying to find emotions on his mother's face, but saw fear and panic.

She didn't know why, but she couldn't help crying immediately.But her mother's hand still tightly covered her mouth, preventing her from making a sound.

The sound of glass cracking suddenly came from the living room. It was someone who broke the window.It doesn't matter, because the male owner here has gone to the windowsill to install iron bars on the windowsill for a few days.There are also many bolts nailed neatly behind the sandalwood door, which have become crooked, but these ugly and strong cast iron can still support it for a while.

The mother nervously watched the entrance of the mansion that was about to be opened, and leaned the girl's body into her arms as much as possible.The host, Fernan, had just put down his book and came over. He glanced at the crack of the door and gently put his hand on his daughter's back.

He had been a military doctor, a Sincilian.

"Lisa, stand up."

He said that it may have been through the war years, and there was an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

The little girl held back her sobs and left her mother's arms tearfully.

The military doctor handed a shotgun to the woman, and hid a toy-like disposable pistol on the girl.

He half knelt down and helped her cut her hair.

"Would you like to go to the small cellar?"

It was dark and small, and only children could be hidden there.Fernand said softly:

"It's okay, I may have to leave these people for a while. Sleep quietly in it and wait until tomorrow morning."

The girl nodded ignorantly.

"Don't come out no matter what sounds you hear, understand?"

"..."

The sensitive child hears something from these exhortations.

Bang, bang.

Someone outside tried to knock on the door.

"Don't be afraid." Fernan kissed her hair: "You will be fine."

The woman on the side suddenly collapsed, with tears in her eyes:
"Lisa...I don't want to..."

She looked more fragile than a girl, so Fernan stopped her next words with his eyes.

"Let's go." The doctor said, "We can talk for a while."

A cellar, or rather a small cabinet under the floor.

Fernand stroked the floor that had been put back in place, trying to cover up the gap.While telling stories to Lisa who was hiding intermittently.The mother sat on the ground beside her feeling lost, holding a shotgun in her hand.

Lisa shrank her legs with both hands so as not to push against the weak cabinet door.Beneath the body was the frozen plastered ground, which was icy cold.You can still see the outside scene through the gap.

"—Fernan!"

Someone shouted outside the house, and another window shattered.

"This is the final warning, you bastard!"

The military doctor hid the small cellar and gave some instructions in a low voice.Then he stood up and said to his wife:
"Get out of here," he said, "and hide by the back door."

This may also take advantage of the chaos to escape.

Terrified woman holds shotgun and remains motionless.

"Did you hear me, go away!" Fernand whispered.

"Crack!"

Lisa, who was curled up in the small cellar, suddenly heard a sound like chopping wood.The ax sank into the wood and got stuck because the wood was so hard.Someone shook the handle of the ax from side to side, and pulled it out amidst the creaking sound of the wood cracking.

"Crack!"

The second ax that was split again brought the sound of the whole board cracking, and it was the sandalwood door of their house that was pried open.

Lisa flinched.

"Bam—"

Someone fired a shot immediately, she tightly covered her ears, and buried her head in her arms.

The continuous gunshots made her ears hum like electricity.

Someone was running across the wooden floor, shaking dust out of the cracks.Bullets were flying everywhere, and everything in the house was smashed to pieces.

Bodies fell to the floor, not just one.

"Damn it, the whore is not a Sincilian," someone said.

"He must have had a gun on him."

"At this."

After the gunfire subsided, Lisa carefully looked out through the gap, and immediately covered her mouth.Because those people were all wearing bright red masks like monsters. At first glance, they had rough human features, but they were all painted in the color of blood. The more you looked at them, the more grotesque and terrifying they looked.

The noise died down, and those people seemed to be waiting for something.

A pair of leather boots stepped on the floor, making a clear sound, from far to near.

Someone was waiting outside the door, now walked in.

Lisa vaguely saw that this person was not wearing a mask, but was wearing a shabby overcoat like a uniform. His beard and hair were pale and angry, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames forever.

Those present called him Pol.

"Military doctor."

The man was condescending, his voice rolled in his throat, like a lion roaring:

"How long has it been since we met?"

Fernand is alive, with only his wrist wounded.He clasped his hands and said with difficulty:

"You guys are crazy..."

"I said long ago that I would kill you."

The man stepped on the hard-soled boots on Fernand's skull, squeezed and said:
"The moment you stole my men's life-saving medicine and used it to save those damned Sincilians. Didn't you think we would get it back twice as much?"

"They are hopeless." Fernan said with difficulty:

"...More people could be saved by not wasting those medicines."

"Tie all of you bugs together, and you can't compare to one of my subordinates."

Ball's feet gradually exerted force.At the same time he looked up and looked around.Although it has been destroyed beyond recognition by stray bullets, the original wealth and warmth can still be seen.

"... even bugs can live in a place like this," he said:
"This is still the mainland of the League? It's not even as good as Senal. Who are we bleeding for?"

"Let him go." Although the woman was afraid, she still begged, "He is diligent and has helped many people undergo surgery. He deserves the money..."

"How many bugs have these hands saved?" Pohl put the rifle on Fernand's hand and said:
"How many were saved? You have to work hard to clean up ten times the number."

"Please..." the woman begged.

"boom!"

A blood hole appeared on the woman's head, and she fell on her back without saying a word.

"You people are more damned than bugs," Pohl said.

In order not to scare Lisa, Fernan had been restraining the pain, but now he couldn't help but struggled violently.

"We have been suffering, and never hurt you." He said with tears in his eyes:

"why?"

"Because the great alliance has rotted."

Ball's eyes were burning with fire:

"It's been polluted by you bugs to become so fragile."

Lost the war ten years ago, and showed signs of decline in the confrontation with the Iceni Empire.

No longer treat those who really sacrificed for it well, and let the evil winds from foreign lands such as alcoholism and pleasure prevail everywhere.

Holy King.

"I'll purify it myself," Pohl said, as the masked figures behind him howled with excitement.

"I will take back what you corrupted and what you stole."

One came and offered the ax that had been used to break the door, and the others scattered and started looking for the remaining valuables in the house.

"That's the mission."

After Bohr made the announcement, he raised the sharp ax in his hand high.

Lisa under the floor suddenly closed her eyes.

……

(End of this chapter)