Longmen Memoirs

Tallulah suddenly realized that she was actually not that eloquent. She found that she was not as confident as she thought.

She just looked up to meet the Patriot's gaze.

"Yes, sir."

There are not too many words, there is no need to explain too much, there is no need to tell Patriot why she understands and what she understands, and there is no need to explain her inner thoughts to Patriot over and over again, hoping to get his approval.

"Very well...the leader of the infected."

Perhaps this was the most satisfactory answer the Patriots had received from Tallulah since they met. Perhaps from this moment on, the Patriots truly recognized the identity of Tallulah's leader.

Tallulah knew it herself and knew the meaning of the word "patriot leader", but she no longer dared to have the same thoughts as she had in the past.

She felt that this trust was too heavy, so heavy that she did not dare to have any more delusions. She felt that something was so heavy on her shoulders, as if the weight of this earth was nothing more than... they were the only ones infected.

After dawn, the crossbowman, carrying the unconscious sniper on his back, finally found the team where the infected people were evacuating. The Ursus people retreated. There was no point in staying here anymore. They evacuated earlier. It was better for them and the wounded in the team. It's safer to say it.

They urgently needed a rest, but they did not dare to stay. Who knew whether Ursus would come again. This Ursus army no longer had the ability to continue the pursuit, and their original purpose had been achieved.

Chen Mo disappeared on the battlefield.

No one knows where he is now, and no one knows if he is still alive. There are too many people who have died, and maybe Chen Mo's death is just one of them.

No one will be an exception, and Tallulah doesn't dare to look for him again, at least not now. As the leader, she can't leave. She has to ensure that all the soldiers are safe, and she has to let this group of people survive first. Only then can you do what you want to do.

No one knows what Tallulah is thinking in her heart. No one knows her inner struggle, restlessness, panic and helplessness after this night.

She convinced herself over and over again that she could only do this.

valley.

It wasn't until the Ursus retreat signal was confirmed that Chen Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. He actually didn't dare to trust the Ursus staff member's words, but the Ursus people's betrayal saved his own life.

Given the two choices, Chen Mo chose the latter. He couldn't consider everything and be prepared for everything, and sometimes all he could do was choose. The Ursus people's decisive betrayal added the most important factor to this choice. A person with a bargaining chip who can easily kill his own leader. His greed and cunning cannot be filled by a mere group of infected people.

That guy is undoubtedly a smart person, and Chen Mo hates dealing with smart people.

Blood rippled in the cold stream.

Chen Mo staggered until he no longer had the strength to continue walking. He had no choice but to sit down against the fir tree beside the stream.

Blood overflowed from the covered fingers while coughing.

My vision continues to blur until I can no longer see anything clearly, and my consciousness is beginning to fade away, but my body is torn apart【

Chen Mo closed his eyes.

He couldn't hear any sound.

Maybe anyone could easily kill him now.

The nights in Ursus were so cold that it was so cold that people couldn't sleep.

Chen Mo knew that he needed to rest.

Chen Mo didn't know how long he could hold on.

Chapter 1 Of course I am the same as you, loving everything you love

[What has been done will be done again; what has been done will be done again. 】

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In the second half of the night, Chen Mo's consciousness remained in a dying state. He kept coughing, and every cough brought out large amounts of black blood.

Not feeling the pain in his body was probably the only good thing for him so far.

It wasn't until the conflict in his body finally stopped, or perhaps because he had no more black blood that he could continue to cough up, that Chen Mo finally calmed down.

There are more and more cracks on the Thunder Sword. Chen Mo is just like his sword. The more it goes through, the more broken it becomes. He has no time to rest and recuperate. He always has too many things waiting to be done.

One thing after another, I couldn't stop.

Maybe he asked for it, Chen Mo knew it very well. Maybe he brought it on himself and had to do something beyond his ability. Maybe he had a chance to live a good life.

Perhaps, he would have been able to live the life he wished for a long time ago, and he could stop at any time if he wanted to.

Chen Mo didn't blame anyone, he didn't have any complaints in his heart.

He has tried everything that should be hated, blamed, and blamed. Later, he suddenly realized that he was actually not qualified. He had no qualifications to resent anyone, and he had no position to blame anyone, even if It's Wei Yanwu.

The person he is most responsible for and hates is himself.

It was his past weakness, his hesitation every time before making a decision, and his lack of firmness and cruelty.

It was him who brought him to this point.

Therefore, Chen Mo was not surprised that he had fallen to this point.

Before dawn, Chen Mo woke up intermittently several times, but every time he woke up he quickly fell asleep. Excessive fatigue and pain weighed on him, leaving him without the strength to even raise his hands.

The sunlight in the Ursus forest passed through the fir needles and fell on his pale face. The black blood he coughed up last night had long dried up and condensed into black scabs on his clothes.

Chen Mo opened his eyes and stared weakly at the sky above the gaps between the needles.

I don't know how much time passed, until the clouds slowly covered the clear sky, until the light rain fell, being carried by the wind and hitting his pale face.

Chen Mo tried hard to keep his consciousness from being distracted. He wanted to think about the infected people, but he soon found that he couldn't do it. Just maintaining his consciousness was extremely laborious for him.

After a while, the rain became heavier and heavier, and a thin mist gradually enveloped the stream.

The fingers on the hilt of the sword moved at his side. Chen Mo slowly grabbed the hilt. He struggled and tried to get up from the ground. He failed several times, stood up and fell, fell and tried to stand up again.

A simple movement became so strenuous for him and took him too long, until finally, he finally stood up slowly from the ground while supporting the sword of Juque.

The figure shook and the steps faltered.

Chen Mo remembered what happened a long time ago. He was as embarrassed as now, lying in the rain in the wilderness, struggling to get up countless times, and falling in the mud countless times.

He remembered that the rain stopped at that time, he remembered the shaking of the earth afterwards, and he remembered that the sunlight piercing the dark clouds in the sky was so dazzling. When he turned around, he saw the huge moving city slowly walking towards him.

With hurried and heavy breathing, he raised his steps with difficulty, stepped on the muddy rain, dragged the thunder in the scabbard to the giant bridge, and left the stream little by little. His rickety figure slowly disappeared into the mist.

It looked like a wild dog covered in bruises.

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22 at 13:15

It was three days until the infected stationed outside the black wall discovered Tallulah and the others. They were much slower than the infected who left earlier.

Tallulah finally felt at ease when she saw the building hidden inside the canyon.

They kept moving forward day and night, hoping to get some back. The soldiers needed rest, and they did not dare to stop. Their injuries slowed down their progress, but those seriously injured soldiers were in urgent need of treatment and a stable environment.

They had a miserable life these days. Not only did they have to guard against the reconnaissance team that the Ursans might follow, but they also had to stop for a short rest because of the injuries of the wounded.

Fighting is never easy.

The most difficult part of a war is not just the battle. On the contrary, the most grueling times are before and after the war. Tallulah has heard soldiers report to her more than once that they lost a few more people last night.

"Tallulah... Tallulah, where are you going?!"

The soldiers were finally able to rest. Most of them collapsed on the ground in exhaustion after entering the canyon. Within a few seconds, they fell into a deep sleep. Even if they were still injured, the pain of the wounds was no match for the sleepiness caused by exhaustion.

Tallulah knew very well that once they really announced a stop to rest somewhere on the road, it would be difficult for the soldiers to get up again before they reached the new camp.

The infected people did not have the heart to call out these soldiers. The infected people in the camp just brought out the supplies and medicines they carried. No one organized them to do so. They stood next to the sleeping bodies of the soldiers and quietly cleaned their wounds. , took off their armor, and opened their fingers that tightly clenched their weapons.

One after another, those who were still awake were only the soldiers who could no longer stand up. The infected carefully broke bread and wheat cakes beside them and fed them bit by bit. While they were coughing, they hurriedly handed over the water bottles. past.

The same scene repeated itself countless times.

It was surprisingly quiet, with only slight noises and the sound of chewing. Tallulah was still standing. There were not many people standing, until she saw Alina's figure, until he saw the Patriot put down his weapon and slowly took off his clothes. The lining of his blood-stained armor was filled with solidified and dried blood.

Sasha found his teacher. The boy with a cold personality shed tears for the first time. He hurriedly wiped them away. The sniper opened his mouth and said something to him. He put down his hand, and the sniper reached out and pinched his face.

Ino was standing next to Sasha.

The medical soldiers collapsed from exhaustion early on. It would be better to say that they were the most tired people in the team later.

Tallulah's brain was a little dizzy, and her body seemed to remind her that she needed to rest now. She had not rested for almost four or five days.

But she couldn't stop yet.

Alina's shouts came from behind, and Tallulah was dragging her tired body out.

She did not answer.

Frost Star looked at her leaving back, and she stopped Alina.

"Let her go, Alina."

"Frost Star..."

"If the soldiers didn't need her here, maybe she would have wanted to go."

Shuangxing looked away, and he looked back at Alina, who subconsciously supported her.

"But why did she..." She was halfway through her words. Looking at the figures of the soldiers, Alina couldn't say anything anymore. She suddenly seemed to realize something.

"Chen is not with you?!"

Shuangxing closed her eyes. When Alina looked at her, Carters had fallen into a deep sleep. Alina couldn't get her answer, and Alina already knew the reason.

Under Alina's gaze, Tallulah walked among the soldiers and walked out of the black-walled gate. The figure of her riding on the car gradually moved away until she disappeared from the edge of sight.

Alina thought maybe she should catch up, maybe she should call out Tallulah, maybe if she did she could get her back.

But he looked at Tallulah's swaying figure, and watched her figure disappear.

Alina didn't dare tell her to stop.

They knew that it was too late to go there now. They knew that even if Chen Mo was still alive, where would Tallulah go to find someone after several days passed.

Maybe he was like the injured soldiers. He was seriously injured and couldn't move. He could only look at the sky and wait for his death alone. Tallulah didn't want to think so, but the more she wanted to escape, this feeling On the contrary, it became clearer and clearer in her mind.

The last time he left with Kahn, they were the only ones left when he came back.

And what will happen this time?

He can't be so lucky every time, and he can't escape death every time.

Except for Alina's accident last time, Tallulah has never been so flustered and uneasy as she is now. She remembers the road from Black Wall to the camp, she remembers the scene when she followed Chen Mo here, and she remembers everything he said that night.

She felt that she was stupid, so stupid that she should go find him, but she couldn't go, she couldn't leave, her ideals were holding her back, and her responsibilities prevented her from slacking off at all.

Tallulah finally remembered those words again.

"Who can you lose? Tallulah, you don't have your brothers and sisters with you, you can't experience that feeling..."

Tallulah finally understood what that feeling meant. She thought she was prepared, she thought she could accept it. She felt that the infected people in the camp were all her compatriots and her brothers.

Tallulah realized she was wrong.

She found that she was never ready, and she felt that she couldn't accept it.

She couldn't accept Alina's death, she couldn't accept Chen Mo's death, she had to admit that she was still selfish in her heart, and she couldn't treat everyone equally.

Because they are familiar, because some people and things have happened before, because the people who have had these things happen are too important to her, so important that if she really loses that day, she will definitely regret it.

She seemed to understand Chen Mo somewhat.

Tallulah thought that she seemed to understand that he always liked to lie. He always liked to talk about everything that happened to him so lightly, as if it never mattered to him. He seemed to never be really angry or complain. Likewise, He never told anyone what he really thought.

He hides everything in his heart, not because those things are not important to him. On the contrary, those things are too important to him, but they are only to him, and to others, whether they are said or not is not important. significance.

Chen Mo lived like a stranger to Tallulah.

Under his seemingly casual and friendly face, there was a figure walking away alone. He was walking alone on a certain road. Suddenly one day he met a girl he knew well on the road. He thought, that girl has always been there. It was so important to him, and he figured since he didn't know where to go, the girl's ideal became his ideal.

No one asked him what he wanted, and even he himself didn't ask for it. He was living for others, but the people he lived for never paid attention to what he wanted.

He didn't blame or complain, he just smiled. Under his smile was hidden the bitterness and pain that he had not shared with others for half his life, and the confusion and lack of relief in his heart.

If things don't go as planned, you can tell people the same thing.

The cold wind blowing against her face almost made Tallulah unable to open her eyes. Drake felt that the vehicle under him was so slow, so slow that the mountains in his sight were so far away.

It was so far away that no matter how hard she tried to catch up, she could never get to where she wanted to go.

Tallulah has never been so fragile. She has always been so strong. She was able to break free from the confusion after leaving the duchy. She was able to spend four or five years running around in the trapped snowfield just for the sake of what was right in her heart.