Bandage fine tricks

The girl with a very beautiful long black hair came back to life soon after being given first aid by the medical soldiers.

It was a pair of very beautiful eyes of different colors, one brown and one green, as if carved by a jeweler out of golden amber and imperial jadeite.

The girl who woke up showed a confused expression when she saw the busy medical soldiers on the side. She then rolled her eyes and looked around. A more bewildered expression.

This is where?

It looked like a very small drug store, with shelves full of medicine bottles next to each other against the wall, the shelves were so high that they reached the ceiling, but was that really the ceiling?It seems that I have seen a reinforced structure similar to windproof fabric and support frame. It is a tent-like structure with only temporary shelter... and I have never fully woken up. I feel that my body has been vibrating in an orderly manner. Now this The vibration didn't disappear either. Although it was orderly, it wasn't operating at a frequency similar to that of a train...

A moving vehicle?

And judging from the occasional sudden increase in vibration, it seems that this road is not easy to walk?

Is this the world line where the municipal government does not work... No, the physical characteristics of this man who looks like a medical soldier show that he is not of the yellow race. With a casual glance, she can see it from the medicine packages on the shelves There are at least five languages, which means that either these medicines were brought into the country in small quantities by private individuals, or they were purchased from smuggled markets, so there is no uniform description in the national language posted after customs clearance...

The combination of the two features, combined with the faint smell of desert yellow sand on the tip of her nose, and the glimpse of the scene before she fell into a coma... She probably landed in some desert area, the only thing to be thankful for is that at least there is a branch passing by The kind team rescued her.

"Are you awake?" asked the man in a military uniform whose original color could no longer be seen, and which reminded people of a desert at a glance, but the style was still in good condition. "Do you remember where your home is?"

English with a slight accent...

She showed an expression of being attracted by his words, trying to speak but her throat was so dry and hoarse that she was almost unable to speak. The man seemed to have thought of something, took a military green water bottle, unscrewed the lid, and poured out the clear water breath. The mouth of the bottle was pressed against her chapped lips.

The girl showed a grateful expression, lowered her head and took small sips of water.

Well, I just realized that in addition to the smell of various medicines, there is also the smell of blood that has dried up for a very long time in the air... very faint, almost covered by the smell of disinfectant and medicine...

So there is no trace of color on that military uniform, is it blood?

Since waking up, her mind has been searching for all the information she can see in the high-speed storm to make inferences, but her eyes are blank, covering all her sizing and thinking under a confused look.

The medics who didn't clean up well but had good first aid methods, the moving trucks, and the isolated medical room could clearly hear the sounds of people walking outside and their heartbeats, but they didn't hear the voices of people chatting, and they were so silent. scary vibe...

An army in exile, or an army that defected?

Is it lifeless because there is no hope, or is it because you regret what you have done in the past?No, if it's the latter, there can't be no conflict...so the former?

...Not sure, keep guessing first, there is too little information to infer more.

By the way, what's my name?

In my memory, there seemed to be someone with a pale face who wanted to rush over and grab me...

who's that person?

There is an extra child in this exile team.

The rescued child woke up, but she didn't know whether it was due to excessive blood loss or serious injuries. She couldn't remember her origin.

I don't even remember my own name.

The only good thing is that she still has common sense, so she can understand what they say without asking them to start teaching them from the most basic food, so that she can't even communicate.

The medical soldier is not good at this kind of diagnosis, so he can only infer that it may be the memory loss caused by some trauma she encountered, or of course, it may be that she encountered something too exciting.

There is no equipment to do brain CT, and he can only do this. He is not even sure whether the child can recover his memory.

"Child, come here," the medical soldier handed the medicine in his hand to the little girl who ran over after hearing the sound, "give this to the commander and let him eat it."

"Is it for Andre!" the little girl raised her face and asked.

"Ah."

They didn't give the child a name, they just met by chance, and they called "child", after all, she was the only one who answered—there was only one child in this team.

The commander has decided to put her down near the city after she recovers from her injuries.

——As long as you see this child's eyes, you know that this child is not their fellow traveler.

One brown and one green heterochromatic pupils are rare, but more precious than them are the contents of the eyes.

The child's eyes are always bright, as if there are stars falling in them, even if he is not smiling, they are still shining.

It is the eyes that can know that there is such a precious thing as "hope" in this world just by looking at it.

It is something that these desperadoes have long lost and can no longer find.

"Andre! Andre! Andre!" the girl called the commander's name, and trotted into the commander's tent, "John said that eating this will make your legs less painful!"

"I see, put it there." The commander nodded.

No movement.

He raised his head, and saw the child looking at him with beautiful heterochromatic eyes.

"..."

After a moment of silence, he took the small medicine packet in the child's hand and opened it, swallowing the medicine.

The child happily handed over the water: "Andre, drink water!"

"..."

The commander felt a little regretful.

The child should not have been rescued.

Can't say she's noisy, but...

In the camp that had always been lifeless, it seemed as if a nightingale flew in and sang briskly.

It is incompatible with this team that has been looking for relief.

Now that she is alive and kicking and can walk and run, then her injury is almost healed, so let her go in the next city.

But plans can never keep up with change.

They were overtaken.

It's chasing soldiers.

When the mortar landed in the camp, the commander's first reaction was "I don't know where the child is now, she..." He suddenly realized that he shouldn't care about this.

He should be concerned about where the attack came from now, and whether his subordinates can still launch a counterattack.

This round is a test firing, used to calibrate the azimuth, and the next round is the real attack.

Everyone has a wireless headset for communication, and the long struggle in the battlefield has given them the ability to quickly adjust from the deafened world caused by the loud sound of the mortar, without his order, the troops have already deployed fight back.

But very quickly, the subordinate who was rushing to the machine gun position had only run halfway, and his body fell limply to the ground—"There is a sniper!" The adjutant shouted hoarsely, "Find it!"

If you don't find out the opponent's sniper, contain or even suppress the opponent, the battle situation will be out of control at all.

Soon, the unique sound of a sniper rifle sounded here.

However, the opponent was not killed.

"There are two snipers on the other side, and I can only focus on one," he heard the cold voice of his own sniper on the communication channel, "Jenni didn't respond."

Jenny is an observer on their side. Unfortunately, when the opponent's first artillery volley fired, he happened to be within the range of the test firing. He was blown away by the falling mortar before he could run a few steps away. Rush to give first aid, but even if Jenny is still awake, it is unlikely to be able to afford the job of observer.

If they can't pull out the opponent's sniper point, they will have to pay a huge price in casualties before they can regain control of the battle situation.

After the piercing electric sound, a childish voice came in: "I'll keep an eye on the other one."

The communication channel suddenly fell silent.

After a few seconds, the commander couldn't believe it: "Kid!?"

Almost at the same time as his words fell, a special gunshot sounded - it was the sound of Jenny's sniper rifle!

The observer also used a sniper rifle, but it was not the same type of gun as the main sniper, and was slightly less powerful than the main sniper's gun, so he could easily tell who had just shot.

Immediately afterwards, a second shot rang out, this time it was the main sniper's gun!

"The sniper point has been removed."

The voice of the sniper's report was the same as always, except for a slight tremor in the last few tails.

He didn't have time to think carefully about what was going on, and immediately ordered a full-scale counterattack.

It wasn't until the battle was over that he saw the child again—holding the Mosin Nagant that belonged to Jenny, with the sand left on his body crawling on the yellow sand, and the usual clean little face was covered with streaks of dust. The eyes are still bright as before.

The sniper was next to her, carefully pinching her thin arm, checking that she hadn't hurt her wrist from the recoil of the gun.

"Follow me." The commander said, his voice hoarse.

While cleaning the battlefield, they found the enemy's sniper point. The person the sniper aimed at was dead, his head was blown, and red, white, and white were scattered all over the ground, but the person at the other sniper point was still alive.

The bullet passed through his right arm and broke his arm and calf. His strong desire to survive made him stop the bleeding, so when the battle was over and they found him, he was struggling to crawl out. A meandering red river.

Seeing no hope of escape, he squeezed the trigger with his remaining hand, killing himself.

The child who had already run over and half-bent down to pull him up stopped immediately, and stood up slowly after a while, looking over him somewhat helplessly.

As if blessed to the soul, he suddenly realized.

That's intentional.

Deliberately deviated from the vital point, deliberately did not take this person's life, this child wants to let him live, even if he is a captive, at least he has a chance to return home from the battlefield alive.

But this man committed suicide at the end of the battle and when he was about to be captured.

"If it's the first time to touch a gun, this achievement would be wronged by describing her as a genius." The sniper who didn't know the situation said, "They hid it very well."

Hidden so well that he could only stare at one of them at first, and didn't even get a chance to shoot.

But that kid, even if she was with Jenny from the start, picked up Jenny's gun immediately after the attack and started looking for an opportunity, and it was only five or six minutes.

It took five or six minutes to find the opponent's weakness, and took down the target with one shot. Although the target was not dead, one bullet destroyed an arm and a leg, which was no different from directly pulling out the sniper point.

Because another sniper point was removed, the sniper point he was staring at was exposed, allowing him to be killed with a single shot.

The commander was silent for a while. He bent down, removed the sight glass from the dead soldier, and handed it to the child: the sight glass on Jenny's gun was broken.

He didn't know if the sight glass shattered before the shot was fired, or after the kid shot it—if the former...

How did she aim it?

This sudden battle delayed the progress of the entire army. They had to slow down, turn around, and take another route to prevent being caught up by the pursuers.

There were a few more battles scattered on the road. In the last battle, Jenny was gone, and the sniper lost his observer, but they found a sniper genius.

In this world, there really is that kind of sniper genius who can aim by feeling, at least the one in front of him is.

What is the origin of this child...?

At first he thought it was the Asian children in the nearby cities: although there are few, there are indeed businessmen, workers and students from Asia in this country.

However, can ordinary children have such genius sniper skills?

Snipers are not so easy to train. They need a lot of professional training courses. They can understand the wind direction displayed by the instrument, measure the wind speed, and the direction of the airflow. Nothing can be done by Ye Luzi.

The child couldn't understand the data displayed by the observer's special instrument, but after the sniper began to teach her, she absorbed the knowledge like a sponge, and quickly mastered the qualities that an observer should possess.

If it wasn't for her lack of experience, in terms of strength alone, she would be enough to secure her position as the main sniper.

Her shooting became more and more arbitrary, and many times it seemed that she just fired a random shot-but every shot could break the game.

The most amazing thing is that so far, she has never killed a single person: every shot has never taken a life.

Every wound was non-fatal. The commander and the sniper thought about it for a long time, but they still couldn't tell whether she was not accurate enough or just didn't want to kill.

"Because I don't want to kill people." One time, when she was taking a break, the girl leaned against the tank and held Mosin Nagan in her arms, and replied, "I... don't think I have the right to deprive other people of their lives, although it sounds like It's hypocritical, but I do feel that as long as there is life left, there is hope."

But if you die, then there is nothing.

She didn't go on, but the sniper saw the answer in the brown eye that was exposed when she pulled up the side of the goggle with one hand.

The child still had hope.

It's different from these people.

"After all, I'm not a soldier. I'm just an ordinary person. Before that, I've only touched guns in shooting clubs—huh? Ask me how I know? It's easy to see that everyone's words and deeds have obvious military barracks Traces!"

"Huh?" Seemingly aware of it, she looked aside.

They are now approaching a city, but this city is also in chaos. The few camps not far away in the wild belong to several camps: to be honest, there are not many in this land that are not chaotic. place.

There are more people, and some occupations have emerged.

"what happened?"

"It seems to be a war reporter. I heard the sound of the shutter just now." The child said softly and looked away.

It's just a photo taken, her appearance is not a top secret, not to mention that there is still dust on her face in this dusty appearance, and she can't recognize anyone if she is strange, so there is nothing to care about.

The sniper didn't care either. After maintaining his gun, he took the Mosin Nagant from the child's arms and helped her maintain it. The child watched with his chin resting on his shoulders.

Compared with when we first met, she has lost a lot of weight. Her originally round face has become an oval face. Her eyes are still bright, but they are much deeper. Fall into it.

But still beautiful.

A beauty that does not belong in such a sandy world.

Rest, leave, continue on the road, fight, repair, approach the next city, supply...

The journey goes on and on, and no one knows where the end point is. It seems that the day will never end.

As usual, resting near a certain city, the commander came to call the child.

He was going to put her down in this city—this was something that should have been done long ago, but because the previous cities were too chaotic, if he left the helpless child there, it would be better to leave her in the wilderness and let the wolves I ate it.

The children, who were told they were not going to take them away, showed a look of bewilderment.

"Is it because... I don't kill people?" She asked tentatively, "So...Andre doesn't want me anymore?"

The commander was silent for a while, and raised his hand to rub the child's head. This was the first time he did this.

"No." He whispered, "Because we are going to hell, and you, even if you want to leave, you should go to heaven."

"But I don't believe in Christianity." The child held the commander by the corner of his clothes, and looked at him stubbornly, "I don't believe in hell and heaven, and Andre can arrange my identity for me, and let everyone live in peace, why? No?"

"Because this is our sin, we are going to find someone who can redeem us." The commander pulled her hand away, "Let's go."

He took the Mosin Nagant from the child's hand, and motioned to those who were waiting to take her to the city.

At any rate, he used to be a senior general in a country, so he had some contacts. Due to the special situation in Europe, these connections spread all over the country, whether black or white.

Although there are very few of these connections nowadays, it is still enough to settle an unidentified child.

Although they love the singing nightingale, they all know that it is not a creature that should appear here.

The nightingales who accidentally fell into the withered garden have been sent to the country of blooming flowers, and this garden should continue to find a way to free them.

"What's your name?" The person who brought her asked, he even forgot to ask the child's name, so that he had to ask himself now.

Because of being left behind, the little girl was still full of anger, which was quite different from her usual expressionless and indifferent appearance in the camp: "I don't remember!"

"Huh?" he couldn't believe it. "Don't you have a name? What do they call you then?"

"Child, that child, little guy..." She gave a few common names with a blank face, and everyone knew who they were called anyway.

Damn it, although I knew that I didn't want to have a relationship if I didn't give myself a name, but when it really happened...

Still pissed!

"Then, do you want me to give you a name?" the other party asked.

"I have a name." The girl still clasped her hands together, without moving, "It's just that I accidentally forgot."

"..."

This is the meaning of not naming him.

"It's you, aren't you from this country?" The girl's eyes fell on him, thoughtfully, "Police? Undercover agent?"

There are traces of deliberate modification in walking and behavior. Although it is not obvious, it can be analyzed because I have been carefully taught how to distinguish it... Strange, who taught her?

In the memory that I can think of now, I am just an ordinary student who goes to class every day. Why do I have such a technique?

His heart skipped a beat, but there was no change on his face: "It's just a mercenary. By chance, I owed that person a favor. This time I will take the opportunity to repay it."

mercenary?

The girl sneered.

What a liar.

Agents are more or less the same.

...Ah, speaking of secret agents, the first thing that comes to mind is 007.

Seven... Nana...

She frowned, as if something sounded in her head.

——Because of "cai", it is "dish", which translates to "caicai", plus the homonym, so it is called...

She opened her mouth unconsciously, and picked up the voice in her memory: "Nai Nai..."

"Huh? Nana?" He froze for a moment, this pronunciation... this child, is it Japanese?

The gaffe was only a moment, and the girl quickly recovered: "Well, Nana, you can call me that. What about you, I can't call you 'Hi' right?"

"We mercenaries don't have names to remember, just a code name." He smiled and started the car. "Just call me Scotland."