under the field

Scarlett

Nigel's death was like a long-lasting haze, accompanied by the cold jokes he said, the words he cursed, the wine he drank, and the cigarettes he smoked, all of which shrouded Wellsburg.

Karl took out the last 'Voyager' from the wine cellar, and poured it on the side of the wooden platform where he slept forever.

Nigel has been the most lonely and tough gray sparrow in his life. His body will be covered and sheltered under Jacob's banner, dressed in the iron-blooded armor he is most proud of.

All Jacob's men have come to the front of the stone matrix, and they are about to send off this ambitious and iron-winged soul on the grass on the high mountain cliff where the breeze blows.

I looked at Nigel's face for the last time, remembering the rare quiet moment he had, he seemed to be just asleep, but not like every time he took a nap on the road, he really closed his eyes peacefully, he really left.

Colin stood at the front of the line, holding a lit torch in his hand, standing beside Nigel like a stone statue.

When the godfather held the scriptures and prayed for him, Colin put down the torch in his hand. He lowered his head and clenched his fists. He stood by the burning altar and watched the fire bring Nigel to the place closest to him. sky.

Takearest, Nigel.

Everyone had to leave their grief on the grass. A new batch of Jacobs personnel will arrive today, and all personnel have to adjust their mentality. Right now we still have the Royal City of Carolina to win.

The fall of each Jacob will not be the end, we will continue to bear them and carry out a new beginning.Everything in Wellsburg is black. I don’t know when this gray and black tone has been shrouded in the coming cold day. The coming of night will be accompanied by pain, and the sunshine of day will no longer warm people’s hearts.

I tried my best to focus on all the scenes in front of me. The infantry returned to training, the cavalry also rectified, and the catapult was pushed out of the arsenal.

The last battle is worth putting all your eggs in one basket. The last breath on this land is lingering, and the throne that has been piled up with blood and bones will collapse because of the blinded truth-all collapse, all return to zero, and all disappear.

When the last Jacobites arrived in Wellsburg, the city gates were raised high.

I heard the men start humming war songs, the trembling male voice that makes people goosebumps echoes in every corridor and corner of Wellsburg, and those tunes will start to spread to all parts of Wells District, spreading in every place. A post and tavern, which enters the hearts of every monster, makes them start to fear, makes them feel uneasy about all the crimes they have committed... let all the people in this land who are still afraid of the next morning come to calm down , someone will stand in front of them, blocking all the minions snaking and circling over the Carolinas.

Every inch of the land will hear, they will start to pray, maybe they will start to believe, for the next unknown, armed with the last ounce of bravery to survive.

I often recognize Selena's flashing blond hair. Whenever she walks in a gray-black barracks, her green eyes will be filled with cold and stern colors. I have seen every Jacob's face. Maybe that will become The faith of men, that is the hope they fought to protect, and that is where all death and sacrifice ends.

The military advisers in all regions moved to the study in Wellsburg, and they could discuss all the strategic formations for a long time, forgetting their appetites.Before entering the study, Jamie told me to have lunch brought in for all the men who talked and forgot to eat.

I smiled at him for the first time since Nigel left, and Jamie was more open-minded than any of us in this matter, even though it was his best friend who had been with him half his life in combat.

He didn't say it, but I understood what he wanted me to do.

After I reunited with Colin, we didn't stay together properly because of various accidents that followed. We didn't even have time to condolence each other's experience and comfort the loss of each other these days.

I don't blame him, or anyone, for that matter, and I'm sure Colin is suffering more than anyone else, but he has to put on his hard shell again because he has a lot to do before he can Back to me, so Jamie made it a point for us to see each other, even if briefly.

Coming out of the kitchen, I went to the bow-archer practice field to see Shay.His pupils were dim and tough, but every movement was precise.

He stood tall and silent in front of me, lowered his head, and I hugged him gently, and suddenly he burst into tears and knelt down covering his face.

"It won't be your fault, Shay, no one will think it's your fault, and Nigel won't be the first to think so." I comforted his fluffy hair, he seemed to return to the essence of a child, Crying loudly, "You have to be strong, we need you, and Nigel needs you too, don't let him down."

He kept nodding, and I patted him on the back lightly. His face flushed from crying made people feel heartbroken.Like patting a child, I kept telling him softly, you have to be strong.Until finally he returned to the practice field, straightened his back, and just walked forward.I remember his appearance, those pupils were no longer as bright and flickering as when we first met, only the fortitude and firmness supported by faith remained.

In the kitchen, the food arrangement of the military officers is extremely attentive, even if it is just the most common meat soup and chicken.

When I led someone to bring food into the study, the two old military advisers were arguing, and the appearance of food happened to be the best way to interrupt. I couldn't help admiring Jamie's careful planning.The rest of the people seem to have seen a savior, such as Otis, and said that they can finally get back some clean ears.

"Eat something first, Mr. Mies." Jamie interrupted the white-bearded old man with a smile. He was blushing and thick-necked, and he was about to say something. Jamie continued,

"You see Mrs. Nottingham has come in person, you don't want to eat, she is still thinking about her husband's stomach, maybe she is scolding you for delaying his meal, don't you think so?" The old man with white beard had nothing to say now Said, he turned his head to look at me embarrassingly, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and sat down with an ugly face.

"What's on the menu today?" Otis took the opportunity to ask.

I looked at the rest of the men in the room, staring at the dining car in front of us as weakly as Otis, especially Carl, whose black face already showed that he was hungry and tired and was about to reach the critical point of outburst.I introduced them, "Mahakan Potato Soup and Grilled Chicken."

I uncovered the dinner plate at the end, "Actually...and raspberry cream pie," I said with a smile, "This is a special dessert in Orlando Manor, I told the cooks how to do it , I hope the taste won't be too far off."

"As expected of the virtuous and virtuous Mrs. Nottingham!" Otis was the first to reach out to the plate, he threw a piece of pie into his mouth, and exaggeratedly praised: "It's really comforting before winter." Little dessert!"

The attendants and I started distributing the plates to everyone present, and when we came to Colin, he reached out and grabbed me, and I almost fell on his lap.I glared at him quietly. His eyes were tired, but there was a mischievous smile at the moment. He didn't let go of his hand, and someone brought the chair over and asked me to sit down.

I set the tableware and uncovered the table for him, and signaled him to eat with my eyes.But he came closer at this moment, and my hand pushed his chest under the cover of the table, reminding him that there are other people at the scene, even if these men are busy gobbling, it will not prevent them from taking the opportunity to spread a few gossips line of sight.

But he ignored my warning, he put his lips close to my ear, "Do you know what I want to do most now?" Seeing that I was silent, he said directly: "I want to kiss you, very much." With a slight movement in my heart, I ignored the heat in my ears and stuffed the raspberry pie I had in hand into his mouth.

He took a bite, but his eyes never left me, "Tastelikeyou." He said.

"Cough... Xiao Scar," Otis' voice came from beside him, "...you took my pie."

Embarrassed, I responded with embarrassment, "...you just ate." …

Colin didn't let go of my hand, just started to eat like this, and he would pick up the words of others. He didn't feel that one hand was inconvenient at all, and he insisted on clasping my fingers tightly to eat all the food.

I looked at the dark shadows under his eyes, "How long has it been since you had a good rest?" I asked, recalling the experiences of these days.

"You haven't slept since your accident." He answered honestly.

My heart was in a mess, watching someone start to clear the dinner plate, I asked him in a low voice: "Is there no way to take a good rest? You still have a battle to fight."

"The strategy came to the last round, I think the time after that is ours." He looked at the huge sand table in front of him and thought, and finally turned to my direction, "I want to stay with you most before the battle starts. "

I held his hand tightly and didn't speak, regardless of whether the final battle is successful or not, I will stay with him.

Finally, I left the study. The well-fed old military commander seemed to have prepared a basket of speeches during the meal. He first greeted me with a smile and thanked me for the desserts, expressing that it was a rare comfort in difficult times.

Then he looked back at a group of smelly men sitting in the study that bothered him, and he was in a bad mood again, as if he was about to overturn the sand table with anger, but fortunately, the old military adviser's eyes brightened, and he walked to the front , poured out his thoughts...

In the evening, all the people in the fortress were called together, and the counselors in the study began to be distributed to various strongholds, explaining the final strategy and formation to Jacob's soldiers.Everyone was busy walking around in Wellsburg, and Jamie explained to Selena the distribution of their battle situation tomorrow, and everyone fell into unprecedented solemnity and seriousness.

When the disbandment was finally announced, the night lights had been lit, and Jacob's fighting spirit was also raised, and drinks began to be moved out of the wine cellar.

Tomorrow is a death-like battlefield. Before that, they will light up all the candles in the fortress as always. They are not drunk tonight, only the wine will catalyze the fear in their guts. The stories tell each other that the surviving friends will tell the world one great legend after another for them, and they will admire the soul of every Jacob, a group of rebels who are fearless of death.

Various wooden tables were set up in the barracks, and the cooks moved the great pots out of doors, and there would be a constant supply of broth and wine throughout the evening.Jacob men from various regions got together and began to discuss their proud techniques and fights.

Wherever you go, you can see men laughing and drinking, and people who are tone-deaf and still humming war songs. Before dawn, everyone has the right to decide what they want to do, because maybe they won't be able to do it in the future.

I can't say exactly how each one spent the night, but I remember mine well, and his.

I stripped off the black dress in mourning for Nigel, whose death was a heightened shock and anguish for Colin, and I knew it all.And he needs comfort more than anyone else, and I know it too.

He looked down at me who was walking in front of him, and it wasn't until the moment when our breaths intersected that I clearly felt all the tension and exhaustion he had in recent days, and what I had to do was to release and indulge these restraints and shackles.

His hands covered my back and turned me around. He stroked the scars, "When the doctor in Wellsburg told me that you were whipped..." His breath gradually fell, and I gradually I couldn't control my breathing, and I felt the soft warmth falling on those scars with dense bites...

"I told myself that I would give him back ten times and a hundred times..."

The pain stimulated my back, my teeth were chattering, "But he didn't succeed, Colin, your news saved me..." I felt the flames burning in my belly, I couldn't help but grab him, but it was undeniable, I Couldn't help calling his name, he came back to me again, I'm here, he said.

He covered me with his warm lips, we were too familiar with each other, we missed each other too much, he came to my shoulder and neck skillfully, and suddenly lifted me up into the air.

We lay down on the bed, "say my name." He clasped my hand on the bed, his hand still didn't leave the scar on my back, and stroked me one after another.

Whenever he gets close to me, I call him by his name, he's not very reasonable, the same grumpy Colin in his bones, until finally I sigh and he's like he's going to rub me inside, but I feel whole .

Until we were finally close to each other, he kissed my temples lightly, "Do you want to go home?" he asked suddenly.

"You are here." I said, you are my home.

Everything is no longer anxious and hasty, we no longer close our eyes, because we are right in front of our eyes, we must firmly remember each other.

I caressed his sleeping face, felt the beating heart in his chest, I kissed his heart, put the ear close to it, listened to the voice that made me safe, hugged him and fell asleep.

We woke up again in the middle of the night, and the warm touch was on my leg. I asked him in a daze, "I thought you needed a rest..." He took his breath away, "I'm already getting ready."

He hugged me and sat up, and I felt my soul being stripped away, clinging to his shoulders, like surging in a raging tide, tomorrow, tomorrow he will leave again, what he has been doing for so long waiting , Tomorrow is tomorrow.

"Colin Nottingham, you have to live." I want to nail his soul to the deepest part of my bone marrow.

He haunted me tirelessly and we just wanted to make time, tonight, together.

"Don't let them make me pay for losing you."

His lips were warm, and I clearly felt that I hugged the man in front of me, not thinking about tomorrow.

The clamor of Jacob's men can still be heard outside, and all the redemption and passion stored up tonight are for tomorrow.