[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Claude knelt on the icy ground, his muscles tightened due to the pain, stretching out sharp lines on his back, where the spine was slightly sunken, and was rolled by water droplets, leaving a line that looked shiny in the sun. silver wire.

His jaw tightened and his fists clenched.

He picked up the whip again and swung it back.

The water-soaked whip slashed across the air, making a sound of tearing the air, throwing a silver arc of water droplets, and finally landed heavily on his back.

His body trembled, and he whipped a few more times, until finally his body couldn't support, his hands slipped, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Claude's face and body were covered with cold sweat overflowing from the pain.

He was lying on the ground breathing heavily, even though his back was in pain like being scalded by a branding iron, he still couldn't beat that woman out of his mind.

Even, as long as he relaxes a little, she will reappear in his memory.

He could see her appearance, smell her fragrance, and hear the sound of her robe corners rubbing, it was as if she was still by his side.

Claude sneered sadly, "It's crazy."

Obviously he has persisted for so many years, why did all his persistence go to waste just by meeting him once?

He gritted his teeth and sat up desperately, his upper body trembling all the time.

With trembling fingers, he picked up the bloody whip again.

He stared at the whip, but he seemed to have some kind of hallucination, as if a white and soft hand took over the whip in his hand, and brought a faint fragrance of flowers.

That hand was holding the horsewhip tightly, the difference between the jet black horsewhip and the plain white hand was so obvious, but there was a magic power that people couldn't take their eyes off.

The whip was raised by that hand and fell heavily.

It was as if he had been whipped by a rose vine.

He breathed out with difficulty, but the whip strangled his neck from behind.

He staggered and fell headlong.

His chest was pressed against the cold ground, but there seemed to be a fire burning behind him.

The woman behind stepped on his back, grabbed his neck with a whip, and pulled hard. He raised his head uncontrollably, like a tamed horse.

He felt the person behind him getting closer, and whispered into her ear: "You have a devil in your heart, and you will go to hell in the end."

Obviously what she said frightened him so much, but her tone was gentle and touching, which made his heart beat faster involuntarily, almost suffocating on the spot.

He probably forgot to breathe, his mind went blank, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The moment he completely lost consciousness, his body suddenly became lighter again.

No, no, why is she here?How could she use his whip?

Claude held back his breath and opened his eyes with difficulty, but his vision was blurry. When his vision slowly focused, he could only see a dim room, and there was no Miss Joe Wickham here.

He froze for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to touch his suffocating neck. There was a black riding whip hanging around his neck, which fell on his neck when he just whipped himself because of his weakness.

what……

He gave a wry smile and looked around blankly.

Was everything that happened just now an illusion created by him?

He was obviously in such pain, yet he still dared to think about it.

However, the whip-bearer became Miss Wickham, and the wound seemed to feel no pain at all.

Claude closed his eyes with difficulty, and was speechless to such a stubborn self.

Is it because his belief in God is not devout enough?God sent her to test him?

He prostrated himself on the ground, moved a little, and his whole body felt unstoppable pain.

He could only maintain this posture, trying to keep his mind empty and not think about her.

Such a result seemed to be very effective, he felt that the emotions in his body seemed to be swept away, and his mind was completely emptied.

A wall away from him, Joe was leaning against the wall under the transom, silently absorbing the emotional energy that was about to condense from Claude's restraint.

The system was "perplexed", 【Master, did you lower your head to him?Why did he fall in love at first sight when he saw you, and why did he become like this? 】

Joe: "I think he has been depressed for a long time, like a closed old wooden house with a gas leak. When he encounters an open flame like mine, with a 'bang', he will explode into the sky, and the wooden house will also be blown out After that, no matter how he repairs it, it is useless to imply that his house is not broken."

System: [...This metaphor is so vivid. 】

Joe: "George, how are you?"

George sat on the side of the boat, dangling his legs, and said with a smile, "I'm fine. I really haven't felt better."

Because they "drew from the bottom of the pot" and slaughtered the marshal directly, the enemy's ships suddenly ran around on the sea like headless chickens, trying to escape.

Naturally, the comrades in arms on other ships would not just watch so much, so they all chased after them and beat the "dogs in the water".

Those ships that haven't experienced a fierce battle run much faster than the ship that George is on. After all, it's about fighting for military merits, who doesn't show 12 points of energy.

Right now, everyone on board has already begun to treat their wounds briefly, but their spirits are still extremely excited and extremely excited.

They treated George with respect and hospitality, almost as if they were waiting for a hero.

George waved his hand, "Everyone has worked hard, let's hold a dance when we get ashore and have a good rest."

"Oh!"

"it is good!"

His proposal drew cheers.

"I think these gringos are going to be scared out of their wits. After all, the head of their coach is still on our ship."

Everyone looked at the head of the enemy commander who was hanging on the flagpole of their own ship.

George said that he wanted to deter the enemy, so he tied the heads here, and even the heads of some senior generals they killed were hung on the side of the ship.

"Should we still chase?"

George: "Chasing, of course you have to chase! You shouldn't be satisfied with this little military achievement, right?"

George raised his chin, "We still have the head of their coach. If we don't follow behind them, how can we bring nightmares to the enemy army!"

His comrades winked at him one after another, as if to say, "In terms of being bad, you are really the worst."

George bared his white teeth and smiled brightly.

He glanced at Kailin Bennett out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he found a place silently, was kneeling on the ground, praying with a cross in his arms, and kissed the cross from time to time. Obviously, he believed in George more than the great hero George. This cross brings its own magical powers.

George patted his chest, and there was still the agreement signed by Kailin in his inner pocket.

The oil exploration rights of the Bennett family depend on this agreement.

System: [... It's not enough to cheat one or two sons of their family, you still think about their whole family! 】

George said nonchalantly: "Where is this? After all, the original protagonist of this novel is Elizabeth Bennett, the second son of the Bennett family now!"

Putting his hand on his cheek, George said with a smile, "I'll lay a good foundation here so that my sister can go see them."

System: [Oh, co-author George does all the dirty work, and Joe goes to pick up bargains. 】

George frowned, not caring at all, "I am willing."

system:【……】

There is really nothing wrong with pampering yourself.

"Wickham!" Fitzwilliam came over and called him with a sad expression, as if he wanted to chat with him.

George looked up at him and said lazily, "Lieutenant Colonel, is there anything else?"

Fitzwilliam: "Come here, let me tell you something!"

He looked very serious.

George had no choice but to stand up, and while brushing off the sea salt on his clothes, he walked slowly towards the direction Fitzwilliam left.

Fitzwilliam led the way, and the two turned to an unoccupied and dark corner behind the cabin.

George looked at the narrow corner, and then leaned on the side of the ship to look at the deep blue sea below.

He tilted his head and said with a smile: "This is really a good place to kill and throw away corpses."

Fitzwilliam said helplessly: "Kill who? What corpse? You haven't recovered from the battle just now, have you?"

Having said that, he frowned slightly, "If that's the case, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in the army any longer."

"Every year because of the war, there are not a few soldiers who go crazy or become strange. They all have to be discharged from the army. Except for those who have property and status as the backing at home, others will not end well. After all, their look With their crazy appearance, it is easy for the world to think that they are contaminated with the breath of the devil on the battlefield."

System: [What devil's breath, it's obviously a mental illness, post-war PTSD!Ignorance is terrible! 】

Joe couldn't help feeling: "The most terrible disease in this world is probably ignorance."

George said with a hippie smile: "Frightened by the battlefield and blood? Do you think I am that kind of person?"

Fitzwilliam smiled helplessly, "Of course, you look fine."

He restrained his smile, "However, when I said the next thing, I'm not sure if you will be hit."

George folded his arms and leaned against the bulkhead, waiting for Fitzwilliam to continue.

Fitzwilliam said with a tangled expression: "You killed the enemy's commander-in-chief today, which is a great feat, but this time the feat may not fall on your head. Maybe, when the ship returns to the country, the people they greeted and killed The hero of the commander-in-chief of the deadly enemy army will not be you, you'd better be mentally prepared."

George: "Wow, is this the so-called black eating black?"

System: [... You really know how to compare! 】

Fitzwilliam choked, "How do you describe it?"

George smiled, "It's obvious that I killed the man, so there are so many pairs of eyes watching."

Fitzwilliam: "But one great man can make all men blind and dumb."

George's eyes darkened, and his smile was a little weird.

Dare to grab my ladder?Then try it out.