Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

The incomparably brave General Hood, who had replaced Old Joe and lost a leg, commanded a tired army with only half the enemy's strength, and rushed fiercely at the well-fed and well-rested soldiers. The federal army launched a fierce attack in the Peach Tree River area.

Not surprisingly, Confederate soldiers fell like wheat.

The northern army kept pressing.Their cannons continued to bombard, killing people at home, tearing off the roofs of houses, and blasting huge craters in the streets.

Their cannons killed women whose husbands and sons were in doubt, babies who were still in their infancy, unrepentant Southern patriots, and blacks whom they claimed to be emancipated.

Today, Atlanta has been surrounded on three sides, leaving only one railroad to Macon.

If the last line of retreat is cut off, then General Hood's only supply line will fall into the hands of the enemy, and Atlanta will truly become an unbreakable siege.

The Confederacy must hold on to this railroad, and the Confederacy is bound to gain it.

One night in late July, Rhett was thinking about how to intimidate and lure Scott to leave this ghost place with him, when there was a knock on the door outside.

It turned out to be Gerald and Uncle Henry.

Gerald got off his horse and shouted loudly, "Where's my dear son?"

"Dad! Thank goodness!" Scott jumped on him, not caring about his father's tattered, dirty and lice-covered body.

Gerald quickly pushed his son away, yelling, "Don't touch your father, he is covered with lice all over his body, such a small creature that can't help but laugh."

Uncle Henry said in a disdainful tone: "If I say war, if it doesn't cause lice and dysentery, it would be like a pleasant picnic."

Gerald raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the two fiery old men were about to quarrel again. Scott quickly separated them and invited the two old gentlemen, who had become more energetic and energetic because of their participation in the war, into the house. and bring them water, towels, and brandy.

"Your father lived all his life by luck, lucky to win the land, lucky to marry your good mother, lucky to have you three good children, and now must be lucky not to be favored by Yankee guns and shells (Uncle Henry glared at him, and said coldly: "That's not necessarily true.")... As expected of my son, you are the only one who can get brandy these days." Gerald drank it down with a smile , and signaled his son to have another glass, "It would be more perfect if you add a piece of mint."

"Oh, Dad! You selfish old cutie!" Scott turned to his silent companion, who politely saluted, "Our servants have all been sent away, can you help me from Two cold beers from the cellar?"

"Happy to serve the three of you." Like a dance master, Rhett made a funny bow gracefully, and disappeared like a gust of wind.

"I still say the same thing," Gerald said in a loud voice, waving his arms. "Although Captain Butler has a bad reputation, I do like him, and your father will never object to your association with him."

"Captain Butler is one of the few people with a brain I have ever met." Uncle Henry straightened his dirty and disheveled white hair. "This is one of the few times when your father and I reached an agreement."

The cool cold beer was poured into the glass, which temporarily calmed the heat in the hearts of the four people.

"We only took five hours off, we can't stay longer, thank you for your hospitality, Scott, and Captain Butler." Uncle Henry glared at Gerald, "Don't miss your son, let's go. "

Seeing that Gerald was about to retort furiously as if he had eaten gunpowder, Scott stopped him dumbfounded: "You are going south, to Jonesboro, aren't you?"

"Yes, there must be a nasty battle to be fought there, young man. The Yankees will do everything possible to take that railroad, and once the railroad is in their hands, it will be the end of Atlanta, and the end of the South," said Uncle Henry, slightly annoyed.

"With me here, how can I let them succeed?" Gerald began to brag again regardless of the occasion, his sky blue eyes rolled, and his face suddenly fell down, and he said with a sad face, "We rushed all the way today. Come here, not just to say goodbye to my good son. We have brought bad news to Melly, please tell her when you go back to Tara and Twelve Oaks Manor for us."

So saying, Gerald took out a few things from his shabby and poorly mended pocket: a heavy gold pocket watch with stamps on its chain; a small portrait of The old Mrs. Wilkes, who has long since passed away; there is also a pair of exquisite and huge black stone shirt buttons-Scott clearly remembers that these buttons were given to Mr. John after he smuggled the blockade, and he was reluctant to part with them. Use it, often take it out and play with it...

There was a blur in his eyes.

John Wilkes is really dead.

He is the representative of the old South, and henceforth, there will never be such a hospitable manor owner in the South, and there will never be such an elegant and amiable old gentleman.

"Well, boy, pack our meals. We must go." Uncle Henry comforted him clumsily. "Don't be too sad. An old man takes on the responsibilities of a young man and ends up dying in the line of duty. What else is there?" What better way to die than this?"

Glorious... Scott's throat choked.

Mr. John Wilkes... He should have lived leisurely, watching his children and grandchildren grow up day by day, and finally, surrounded by his children and grandchildren and in tears, he passed away peacefully and died in his bed.

Instead of using a nearly 70-year-old, thin body to bear lice, dysentery, last meal, and shell bombing...

"Don't worry, my son, we'll come back safe and sound when the battle is over."

Gerald limped down the steps with stiff knees, and Uncle Henry gave him a hand in exchange for Gerald's loud growl.

Their quarreling and footsteps faded into the darkness.

"Let's go now and go to Twelve Oaks Manor to find Mrs. Wilkes." Rhett frowned tightly, looking like he wanted to pick up a certain stubborn kitten, pack it up and throw it into a suitcase to take away.

After leaving these words, Rhett's tall figure disappeared at the door—he went back to the house to pack his luggage.

Scott sat on the porch, stroking the gold pocket watch, the miniature portrait, and the shirt buttons lightly, as if afraid of disturbing the souls of the dead.

The light from the parlor window cast dappled golden shadows on the vine-covered porch, where yellow roses and honeysuckle clung tightly together, and their rich fragrance surrounded him.

Rhett came over with the suitcase and said threateningly, "If you don't obey me again, baby, I will break this stubborn neck, and then I will stuff you into the suitcase and take you away."

"Let's go, Rhett." Scott shook his head with a smile.

Rhett would have preferred him to cry at that moment.

Rhett dropped the suitcase, his clever black eyes full of helplessness.He sighed in resignation, his tall and strong body pressed down, and hugged Scott tightly.

He pressed that stubborn, small, smooth little head to his chest, and his two hot arms strangled him like sticks, strangled the one who often had a flat face, always calm, and made him agitated Another tormented little bastard.

"You stubborn child, disobedient child..."

The author has something to say: This new article tells the history of a steamed stuffed bun walking all the way in Europe to disassemble CP, and finally sharpened himself into a female man with blood and tears.

[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

In fact, the original work of "Gone with the Wind" can be titled "The Birth of a Female Man", or "On the Environmental Factors of the Formation of a Female Man"...

In the second half of the original book, Scarlett really grows into a veritable female man!Drinking a lot, saying what you say, showing your face in public, supporting your family, doing business while pregnant... It can be called a model of modern female men.

Thank you Xuexue for the grenade!It's been a long time since Xiaofeng received the Overlord ticket!

Four exams next week, but the grenade blew me out!