Two-dimensional Wanderer

Chapter 22 The Great Fire of Kyoto

"After tonight, come and sit at my house, my wife has been looking forward to it for a long time." Kamiya said.

"Okay!" Yingluo nodded: "Your wife and Xiaoxun are all right."

"Don't worry, they are at home, and the fire shouldn't burn there."

"That's good, I'll go see if anyone else needs help."

"Well, I'll take someone to build an isolation belt."

"Watch out."

"You too!"

In just a few short sentences, the two passed by.

Time does not allow them to stop and reminisce, and every second someone is buried in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Yingluo went in and out of the fire again and again, received countless thanks, and witnessed countless tragedies.

Kamiya is well-known in Kyoto. He led the men to demolish the buildings around the fire to prevent the fire from spreading.

But no matter what they do, they all have the same goal, saving people.

As everyone knows, the purpose of the group of people who set the fire is to save people.

It's just that one saves the present, and the other saves the future.

Maybe the big man will say that the common people are short-sighted and ignorant.

But if the present is lost, how can there be a future?

Who is wrong?

No one is wrong!

This is where the sorrow lies.

Now is the time of tragedy.

The night was long, and Yingluo didn't know how many people she had rescued, but she was always full of strength.

Wherever there is a call, she is there.Until she came to a dojo, most of the plaque was destroyed by the fire, and the words "Sacred Valley..." were vaguely written on it.

She froze for a moment.

This is the dojo of Kamiya, doesn't it mean that the fire will not burn here?

Does Kamiya know?Where are his wife and Xiaoxun?

She hoped it was all a coincidence.

"Anyone?" she yelled, then listened.

The swordsman's body gave her extraordinary hearing, and a faint shout came into her ears.

"Save...have...children..."

She rushed in without saying a word.

The fire rushed towards her face, and she lowered her body, looking for life in the flames.Finally, in the corner room, I found the target.

It was the woman who had a relationship last time, Kamiya's wife.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

"Don't mind me, save my child!" After the woman finished speaking, she saw the face of the person who came and said in surprise, "Ying... Miss Yingluo?"

Yingluo smiled and nodded: "It's me, we are really destined, don't worry, I will save you out."

Although she was smiling, her heart sank.

A burning beam pressed down on the woman, and Yingluo tried to lift it a few times, but she didn't move, probably because something was stuck.The flames had already covered the woman's back, and you could smell the stench of burnt fat.

Can't imagine how she persevered.

"Don't worry about me, Miss Yingluo, save Xiaoxun, save Xiaoxun!" The woman didn't care about her own safety at all, she only had her daughter in her heart.

"I will, I will rescue both of you! Where is Xiaoxun, is it in the next room?" Yingluo, sweating on her head, tried her best to look confident and give the other party confidence.

The woman's body twisted a bit, revealing a small space under her body, where a two-year-old child lay quietly, eating her fingers, looking at her mother without blinking.

She used her body to prop up a space, even though her back was scorched by the fire, she never wavered, just to give her child the hope of being born.

Yingluo was stunned.

She understood what had kept this woman alive until now.

"Miss Yingluo, save Xiaoxun, leave me alone!"

is love!

She nodded and wanted to hug Xiaoxun, but I don't know if it was because of her strength or the wrong way, Xiaoxun struggled violently and cried.Due to the limitation of the terrain, Yingluo could only reach in with one hand, and Xiaoxun moved, which greatly increased the difficulty of rescue.

"Xiao Xun, don't cry, don't cry!" The woman was clearly being burned by the hot flame, but she sang a beautiful children's song in a gentle voice: "The red dragonfly in the sunset, please tell me. I met you. childhood, on which day..."

Xiaoxun stopped struggling, hehe smiled, and touched his mother's face.The mother also smiled, but tears fell.

"Hold on, I will come back to save you!" Yingluo hugged Xiaoxun and said through gritted teeth.

The woman lay on the ground, and in just ten seconds, she lost all her strength.

"thanks."

This was her last word in the world.

The reason why Xiaoxun cried was probably because she didn't want to lose her mother.

……

"Mr. Kamiya, this is the last building, but the wind has changed, and the fire has gone to the northwest."

Northwest!

Kamiya was shocked, that was the direction of the dojo.

He turned his head and glanced, but said nothing, just nodded.

"Anyway, let's make the isolation tape here first."

"Yes!"

……

The fire was extinguished overnight.

In other words, it burns up everything that can be burned and extinguishes itself.

More than [-] houses were burnt down, several streets were completely reduced to ashes, and the entire Kyoto was littered with corpses.

If it wasn't for Shengu to lead people to create the isolation belt in the first place, the loss would be even greater.

But what greeted the hero was the ruined home and the news of his wife's death.

Yingluo hugged Xiaoxun and conveyed the news to the embarrassed Kamiya.

Kamiya sat on the ground, did not cry, just sighed.

Sigh after sigh.

He was like a dying old man, surrounded by death.

It's sadness and... self-blame that can't be cried out.

And he is just one of tens of thousands of families.

In just one night, someone lost everything.

The fire in Kyoto shocked the whole country, and the shogunate also instigated the emperor to issue an edict, preparing to launch a war against the Changzhou domain.

But what can be done, the dead will not survive, and the war will only make more people die.

The general manager fell, not in the fierce battle, but after seeing the devastated and ashes of Kyoto.

"What's the use of fighting with our lives so far!?"

After saying this, she vomited blood and fainted to the ground.

This swordsman, who used to be able to defeat hundreds of people, can only lie on the hospital bed. He spends most of the day in a drowsiness. The only time he wakes up, he is coughing constantly, and even breathing seems to be tortured.

"Probably the undead who died under my sword turned into evil spirits and wanted to drag me down." The blond girl turned pale and made a joke.

"Take the medicine and rest, it will get better." Yingluo could only answer like this.

The chief secretary smiled, swallowed the bitter potion, and closed his eyes: "Yes, rest more, it will always be fine. Remember that you have an appointment with Kamiya in the afternoon, go and leave me alone, as soon as I fall asleep, I will probably I won't wake up until tomorrow." Or, never wake up again?

Yingluo nodded, but did not leave. She stayed by her side. When she fell asleep, she quietly got up and closed the door gently.

There was still an unpleasant stench on the street, and faint cries were heard everywhere.

A small part of Kamiya's dojo still survived, and he lived in it with Xiaoxun.

Yingluo entered the door, Kamiya had been waiting for a long time, and threw something at her.

She caught it, it was a bamboo knife.

"Let's have a game." Kamiya put on a stance: "If you have an appointment to learn from each other, you will attack first!" Just like in the past.

Yingluo nodded and slashed with a sword in the head. The speed was not fast. It was only an ordinary level. At the level of Shengu, dodging or blocking was just a matter of thought.

But she guessed wrong, Kamiya neither dodged nor raised his sword to block, but raised his hands high, crossed each other, blocked the attack of the bamboo sword with the back of his hands, and then took a step forward and stabbed her in the throat with the handle of the sword.

Yingluo did not dodge, and the handle of the knife stopped at the last minute.

Kamiya took up his stance: "First, block, and even high defense, which is called the end of the blade; then attack, and even high attack, called copying the knife. This is the highest meaning of the God Valley Live Heart Flow that I founded."

After he finished speaking, he dropped the wooden sword and threw a gourd over: "Come on, drink!" He knew that with a girl's talent, as long as she had seen swordsmanship, she could not learn it.

Yingluo pulled off the stopper, and the mellow wine flowed down his throat, as if there was a warm current in his stomach.

"Good wine!" She praised and asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

Kamiya didn't prepare his share, he shook his head: "For some reason, I haven't tasted wine since that night."

If wine is as bland as water, then there must be something wrong with the drinker.

He pointed to the gourd and said, "This is specially prepared for you by my wife. I heard that you like drinking, so she went to buy it in a wine-making village outside the city. The gourd was planted by her own hands, and this is the most beautiful one. The weather is good, I planned to put the banquet under the gourd vine... However, it has turned into ashes now."