Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Chapter 54

With determination rather than reluctance, they climbed onto the horses, and the limping, emaciated horses bore the unbearable weight and set off toward the burning heart of Atlanta.

Obviously it was an extremely critical moment, Scott also put on a strong and stern mask and armed every expression cell, but when he rode a lame horse and walked into the hot wind on the night of the siege of Atlanta, all emotions It seemed that everything had disappeared, and he felt lazy and unable to raise his spirits, as if what surrounded them was not the soaring flames of Atlanta, but the warm and heavy hot water.

Although the sky above is red and shiny, as if soaked in chili oil, the shadows are chasing after each other like ghosts, like the broken sails of a sunken ship fluttering in the wind.Scott, however, seemed to be in a dream, scanning everything around him with an infinitely hazy and infinitely wide vision, like a child standing at the top of the stairs, dragging his feet, and having to attend a listless masquerade ball, although he Put on a beautiful and sturdy mask, and change into a gorgeous dance costume for the occasion.

The smell of fireworks is getting stronger and stronger, and the roiling heat wave is mixed with the chaotic noise.

Scott's soul seems to be floating in the sky, but his senses are extremely sharp, and the surrounding information is continuously and accurately conveyed through every pore and every cell.

They are approaching the core of hell step by step.

Scott turned his head, Rhett's silhouette was as clear, graceful, grim, and cynical as the head on a coin under the terrible glare of the fire.When he turned his head when he felt Scott's gaze, the whole of Atlanta burned in those piercing black eyes.

Just like smuggling a blockade, the risk factor and the spirit of adventure turn into adrenaline boiling in the blood vessels, and Rhett can always get the joy that ordinary people regard as fear and avoid.

"It looks like we won't be able to get around the burning street." Scott pulled the reins, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, as if blinded by the flames, and at the same time, he shrugged slightly.

"Because every street leads to the flames of hell." Rhett shrugged his shoulders more clearly. And in the shadows, like a beast lurking in the shadows.

Scott looked away, and pouted his lower lip in the opposite direction to Rhett: "God bless, don't let any unlucky ghost come to snatch our horse."

Rhett clamped the horse's belly with the boots with spurs, and let the poor old horse run tremblingly under the crotch. Rhett touched several revolvers^guns and dueling pistols at his waist.

They walked through Marietta Street, looking at the empty warehouses, Scott imitated Rhett's sarcasm and grinned: "Thank God, fortunately, we got rid of the inventory in these warehouses in advance, including the ones that will be enough to make the whole frustrating in the future." Atlanta forgets about whiskey."

Suddenly, Rhett leaned in his direction, grabbed the bridle, and almost dragged Scott to hide under an outdoor staircase.

Scott didn't protest, and the two looked at the road at the same time.

A small troop came down Marietta Street.

They may have been a regiment of a thousand at first, but now there are less than a hundred left.

They were ragged and tired, and their guns were staggered in this way, many of them were barefoot, and some were in dirty bandages.

So they walked on, not looking to the right or to the left, or caring whether a burning log fell.

If it wasn't for their heavy and orderly steps, they would look like a group of ghosts slipping out of purgatory, unlike a completely defeated army and mob.

Three years ago, their mother, wife and sweetheart had sewed them beautiful, crisp gray military uniforms. Now they were mottled, some were barebacked, and some were simply wearing coats ripped off the casualties of the North.

They grew up on the endless fertile red land. They came from a city, county and village that are familiar to each other. They joined the army with their brothers, cousins ​​and neighbors, and elected the young master of the largest farm in the area. Be their colonel, for proud southern planters are sure they will never take orders from anyone else.

They walked and walked, relying on inertia to keep walking. The blood that was boiling at the beginning had long been frozen by the lice, dysentery and death and injury day after day.

They walked countless miles, and one mile was like the next, one road was like that, one battle was like the next.

The team is like a dying dragon wriggling in the dust, dying, with only the last trace of arrogance and dignity remaining, maintaining a slow and heavy pace.

The long dragon's head passed by, and the scarred body, which was so long that it seemed to have no end in sight, passed by, and the slender tail dragged to the front of the eyes-the one in the back was a child, as tall as a rifle.

He looked around as if he was sleepwalking, and then his knees slowly bent, and he fell to the dirt road, but his hand was still tightly grasping the rifle that could not be seen stained with rust or blood.

A man with a beard growing down to his belly stepped out and carried the boy who should have been holding a textbook and a quill on his shoulders.

He continued to move forward with heavy steps, as if the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders.

Rhett remained motionless, following the party disappearing around the bend, with a strange melancholy expression on his swarthy face, while Scott took off his hat, letting dust and the party smear his black smooth hair, and he Slowly put the hat on the chest.

They maintain a moody and respectful posture until the flames come down the stairs.The heat wave was coming, and the two urged the horse to run at the same time. Rhett deliberately lagged behind. They stumbled in the only narrow passageway, the heat wave swept over their bodies, and the masonry and wood fell from the top of their heads.

They crossed the railway tracks and stumbled to a small alley, with the sea of ​​fire behind them.At this moment, there is no evidence to prove that this blazing fire site was originally a prosperous city operating at high speed. There is no evidence to prove that workers get up to work in the morning, newspapers are issued every day, telegrams are rang every day, and receptions are held every night. Absolutely, the lawyer defends, the pastor preaches, the banker manages money, the grocer sells goods...

"I never expected to win this war between factory owners and farmers, although I have been trying my best." Scott's voice seemed a little hoarse, like the wind mixed with flames blowing the evaporated water leaves, "but..."

Rhett has never felt like he doesn't know Scott at all, but it feels like he has known him for hundreds of years.

"What a puzzling little head, even I can't figure out what you're planning."

"Each to each other, Rhett, you are an unsolvable mystery, even after we have worked together for so long."

Admitting that you can't really understand others is actually the best way to understand others.Pretending to be understanding, most of them overestimate their own abilities and underestimate the suffering of others.

However, at this moment, the two frankly could not fully understand each other, and finally completely connected with each other.

The sultry heat and darkness that shrouded it like a dream dissipated like a mist in the morning.

They are the sons of the South, born and raised here, and will eventually be buried in this fertile land, becoming the two medals on the scarred body of the South.Here are their reasonable or stubborn and arrogant elders, their brothers and sisters who have started a family or are still young, their friends and partners who grew up together, and there are fierce and loving black nanny who have taken care of their family for two or three generations , everything they have been destroyed by the war but still desperately guarding... It is not the illusory concept of the country, not the so-called state rights with loud slogans, not even the real root of the war-tariffs and interests, but a piece of paper. Zhang turned around to wipe away his tears, turned his head and forced a happy, proud, familiar smile...

Behind them is a sky as heavy as rust-colored lead, on both sides are thickets as dark as prison walls, and in front of them is...

"My dear boy, you don't foolishly plan to kill yourself at the last moment, do you?" In the dim light, Rhett's teeth were white, and a hint of sarcasm gleamed in those black eyes that rolled around.

Scott replied in the same tone: "That's what I intended, Rhett, and may God bless my lost soul."

"Little guy who is not much taller than a rifle, it's better to go home and get a hoe." Rhett laughed slowly, with a trace of subdued roughness in the deepest part of his voice, "Glorious triumph or noble sacrifice on the battlefield is the most important thing." Let the adults show it."

"I am already, Rhett, if you happen to remember my age." Scott laughed dumbly, "And you are old enough to be my father, why not..."

"Damn it!" Rhett cursed suddenly.He got off the horse neatly, and with his strong arms, he hugged Scott, who was chattering and trying to provoke him, and then, the neatly trimmed mustache rubbed against Scott's dry lips.Rhett's lips were burning hot, as if the flames of the entire siege were contained in it, his movements were heavy and rough, and with the determination to break the boat and give up on himself, he desperately crushed on Scott.

Scott didn't even have time to be surprised, so he hugged the other's strong waist obediently. Rhett's strong arms were tightly wrapped around his shoulders and back, like a steel cage, but Scott had never felt so Freed, Rhett kissed him, but he didn't feel angry or insulted, as if everything was so natural, as if everything was so logical, as if everything should have been so... everything has stagnated, time, space, war There is also the raging fire behind them. At this moment, in their world, there are only each other's hot lips and each other's firm embrace.

The flow of time resumed, they broke away from each other's bodies, and then silently stepped on the horseback by coincidence, walked towards the darkness, towards the battlefield, towards a destination that could not be turned back and was doomed to failure, and embarked on a road led by capitalists and careerists. The road of no return provoked, embarked on a journey of suffering where hunger is rampant and pain is everywhere.

The author has something to say: the first part is over.

After several years, the short 14W article has finally come to an end temporarily, it is really hard to say.Thank you friends who have waited for so long, because of your whipping and support, Xiaofeng can continue to write.It’s great to have Ni Meng here~ By the way, no one wants to write a long review for the Lun family~

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