The sky gradually brightened, and the darkness still refused to leave the world that had occupied the whole night. The sky on the horizon showed a thick dizzy mixed with darkness. The darkness could be distinguished, but it was somewhat of a slight blue that gradually shone through the light.

The village once again became a territory under the rule of the empire.

For this conceptual identity transformation, the wilderness refugees will not feel anything at all.

In their opinion, no matter who is above you, it will have no impact on yourself and the future. Apart from bread and water, the so-called "freedom" cannot be in the same position on the illusory balance.

The imperial guards led by Zhou Hao have left. Their most important task is to fight. Repair and reconstruction need to be completed independently by the villagers themselves. Of course, civil affairs officials sent by the Imperial Management Committee will arrive soon. As an indispensable policy support and help, the villagers captured by the armed monks and imprisoned will be re-entered as a civilian. In addition to taking back their own property again, they can also receive a certain amount of material compensation from the empire.

The dead monks scattered around the village were hundreds of. In addition to heavy weapons that had to be confiscated, guns such as assault rifles, and a large amount of ammunition retrieved from the bodies, were all distributed to the villagers. As for the monks who died in battle, they were also part of the compensation materials. There was very little source of meat in the wilderness. As long as they were cleaned, the inedible broken parts were cut off, and the dried meat jerky was added with salt, which was enough for the villagers to eat for a long time.

Bergson's consciousness was gradually fading, and he knew that this was a negative effect caused by too much blood loss. The imperial guards had already walked away. He wanted to stand up and run away from the pile of corpses, but he had no strength on his body. The flesh on his right shoulder was almost blown to pieces, and his hands and feet were twitching unconsciously. He didn't even have the strength to sit up. His eyes drooped weakly, his mouth was slightly opened, and although the xiong chamber was slightly ups and downs, he could hardly feel the breathing frequency.

Dead”

In the hazy state, he vaguely felt someone dragging his remaining left arm and lifting his body to the open space next to him. It seemed that there were still a few people quarreling fiercely, as if they were chatting about topics such as who should get how much meat and who should get how many bullets.

Next, I may be placed in a small cart, moving slowly, and carrying...

...

When he woke up, Bergson was already lying on a hay-covered wood.

The room was very dark. Through the broken windows in the roof, you could see the dark sky outside. The darkness alternated, and the time had been more than twenty-four hours.

The fire was burning in the fireplace, and a flat-shaped enamel pan hung on the blackened iron tripod. It was filled with light brown soup, which was already boiling, and a bunch of foam rose from the bottom of the pot and exploded on the soup noodles. Although it was more than four meters away, Bergson could still clearly see that white fat pieces kept rolling in the soup, emitting a scent of slander and full of energy.

Subconsciously tilted his head and looked at his right shoulder. Bergson found that the broken wound had been wrapped. However, the bandage material was obviously not a medical bandage, but a piece of gray and white rag.

It seemed to be cut from a certain piece of clothing, tightly tying her shoulders like a tied brown.

Although the technique is rough, let alone any specialty, it can effectively stop the blood from flowing out. When you get over your head, you can even smell a rather pungent smell of herbs coming from under the wrap.

"You're awake?"

The door of the room was pushed open from outside with a creaking sound. The burly and strong woman, holding a pile of freshly chopped firewood, squeezed in from the narrow door frame. She wiped a handful of sweat from her forehead and greeted Bergson happily.

"Are you Bertha?"

Blood loss caused the brain to fall into blank space in a short period of time. After more than ten seconds, Bergson finally remembered the name of the fat woman standing in front of him.

Putting down the firewood in her hand, the woman closed the sleeves of her clothes, walked to the fireplace, squatted down, picked up the wooden spoon on the stone table next to her, scooped out a little broth from the enamel pot and tasted it. The taste seemed good, she nodded with satisfaction, and picked up another wooden bowl, filled it, carefully holding the edge of the bowl, and walked slowly forward.

“Drink it”

The tone of speaking was not as angry as I was on the chuáng last night, but an irresistible order.

The soup smells very good. It does have an unusual attraction to Bergson's empty stomach that has no food supplements for more than 20 hours.

There are purple huā dishes that are often eaten by refugees in the wilderness. There is also a kind of plant stems and leaves similar to thyme in the old era that are used as seasoning. The thick and bright yellow oil layer covers nearly half a centimeter of the soup noodles. Among them, there are also a bunch of boiled fat meat, which is viscous and soft, and it is not known what it is.

Food can effectively supplement the nutrients needed by the body and have the effect of accelerating wound healing.

Bergson swallowed, clumsyly picked up the wooden spoon with his left hand, and stirred it in the soup bowl that the woman held in her hand. Just as he was about to scoop up a spoon of soup and drink it, he was very surprised to find that as the wooden spoon was moved, a ball of strangely shaped cooked objects rose from the bottom of the bowl.

It looked like a torn rag. It was about four or five centimeters in diameter, grayish white, and there was an extremely blurry dark brown dot in the middle. Around it, there were several knot-like lines such as lymph or nerves. It kept spinning in the soup bowl with stirring, as if it was torn and torn parachutes.

"I'm lucky and I've got a whole person."

Bertha's fat face was covered with sweat. Under the reflection of the fire, her thick and fleshy cheeks showed a bunch of concave and convexity caused by squeezing. It felt like her eyes and nose were half buried deep in the mud, with only a small part of the unusual radish. Especially when she smiled proudly, every piece of meat on her body would tremble up and down with the rhythm, shaking out a rolling layer like a bob wave.

"That guy is very tall and strong. I have cleaned him. The big tui and his arms are marinated with salt to make dry food. The internal organs and the cartilage are placed in the cellar. The whole head is cut open. We have broth to drink these days. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehes the most delicious brain and liver are all inside. Don't worry! They are all yours, and I won't snatch you at all. Eat more and get better quickly. I like strong men."

As he said that, Bertha smiled with satisfaction and reached out to stroke Bergson's face, as if she was admiring her favorite toy.

Bergson seemed to have no reaction to these words.

All his attention was focused on the suspiciously shaped cooked item in the wooden bowl. The wooden spoon gently fiddled with the sound hoarse, and he said to himself with doubt and uncertainty: "This...

What exactly is it?"

"It's the eyes of an unlucky guy."

Bertha took the wooden spoon, stirred it back and forth in the bowl, scooped up a full spoonful of broth, approached Bergson's mouth, swallowed his saliva greedily, and said seriously: "Eat it! This is a very nourishing thing. Eat more so that it's better to get faster."

Bergson seemed not to hear what she said clearly, and silently watched the thread-like falling objects hanging from the spoon and swaying back and forth in the air.

The rich aroma of broth pricks the empty stomach sac. The tummy mixed with acid seemed to be moving faster and faster. In a trance, you could even hear the sharp friction of objects like hard teeth or metal. A large amount of saliva was secreted from the inside of the mouth, and a nearly stubborn and stubborn voice roaring wildly: "I want to eat it! Let me eat it!"

There is no doubt that the contents of the broth belong to a part of the body of an armed monk under his command. As the head of the Luton family, Bergson knew very well what wilderness refugees and mobs understood the word "food". However, knowing something is always two completely different concepts from actually participating in it. Just like now, although we understand that human flesh can indeed be regarded as food, which is rich in protein and energy, Bergson couldn't open his mouth and did not have the courage to drink this bowl of soup into his stomach.

His eyes were staring at the same object that had been cooked in the center of Li Fu's wooden spoon. He swallowed his throat hard and moved up and down the throat. Finally, fear and instinctive resentment completely overwhelmed the needs of the body and reason. Bergson moved his body backward, turned his face to the side, and said in a tone of a deep ghost like a ghost: "Is there any bread?"

Give me one."

Bertha's obese face instantly froze. She didn't continue to "eat" or "not eat"

In this issue, the eyes that were squeezed into a gap by the fat meat, flashed with coldness and anger. Suddenly, she threw the wooden spoon in her hand and threw the wooden bowl serving the soup and smashed it on Bergson's head, roaring: "Mom, yes, yes, do you like to eat well? I kindly pick you out of the pile of dead people, and worked hard to make the broth for you to eat ready-made. You, mom, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ye

Her voice became more and more sharp and wild. Later, she was simply putting her hands on her hips and pointing at the tip of Bergson's nose with the other hand and roaring desperately. Her fat and smooth face was a little twisted, and it was obvious that she could hardly control herself. The wooden bowl that hit the air had rolled to the ground, and the clothes on both sides of Bergson's shoulders were completely wet, and her body was covered with sticky, white balls and greasy grease.

This sudden change made him completely angry, and his mood was confused. The blood feud of the family, the calmness and regret after being transformed by the "Sword of God", the hatred of the Longteng Empire and Lin Xiang, and the anger and fear that were wiped out by Zhou Hao's imperial guards, completely overlapped with the fat woman in front of him. The flames hidden deep in his brain and were strongly suppressed suddenly jumped wildly. Bergson suddenly stretched out his left hand, pushed Bertha without saying anything, and pressed her hard against the wall. The hard tiger mouth as hard as steel stuck the other person's throat, his blood-filled red eyes stared at her, and he growled in a cold and hoarse voice: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," said Bergson.

Bertha was desperately clenching her fierce fingers that were jamming her neck, half-sided, and raised her toes to kick back at Bergson. The face on her fat face became redder and redder, gradually turning into a nearly lilac. She opened her mouth and breathed desperately, and her voice was squeezed out from the depths of the xiong cavity, hoarse, intermittent, and inconsistent, but she could barely judge the meaning of it.

"If you don't eat you, just leave if you weigh it.

No. Food you, how far can you go?

.Yan, hum, there is nothing to do with it

. is the most important

You, you, you fucking, just a bunch of stinky shit.”

In the last few words, she roared out like crazy with almost her best efforts.

This sentence made Bergson gradually silent from his madness and anger. He slowly let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and sat helplessly on the edge of chuáng. His eyes were staring at Bertha who was slid on the ground and breathing heavily. He sighed with sad face, his hands and ten fingers penetrated deep into his hair and pulled it hard. His head was so low that it was completely buried between the separated knees, and a burst of tears that came out from the tightly closed mouth and the gap between his teeth.

I, nothing.

I will never get back everything I have lost.

I can't even be called "human" anymore.

But I didn't even have the courage to die.

After all, Bergson is not a warrior.

In a trance, he felt someone approaching him. Judging from Ran Bu and the heavy breathing, it should be Betha who had recovered.

An unusually strong aroma of food instantly dissipated. I raised my head and looked blankly at the direction of the smell I smelled at my nostrils.

The overturned wooden bowl had been picked up again, filled with oily and bright soup. Bertha clumsyly closed her torn dress and squatted in front of her. She looked at herself seriously, with a little contempt, pity, emotion, expectation, encouragement, and even youhuo. All kinds of ingredients that cannot be explained clearly in words. However, Bergson felt that her eyes were extremely clear, as if they were flawless.

"I like you."

The expression on Bertha's face and the movements at this moment were like coaxing the patient mother who was making noises. She blew the steaming bowl of soup and handed it straight to Bergson, saying, "Stay here, let's find a place where no one knows to live well. You and I have the strength to not be hungry. Is it okay to be my man?"

A very simple sentence, the sound is very light, but it makes Bergson feel a deafening roar.

He simply does not believe that there is so-called "love" in this world. There are only the interests between men and women, and the benefits of using and being used to satisfy each other's expectations.

Bertha could not have quietly seen herself at first sight. However, there are very few men who can satisfy her, and it is precisely because of this that she would say such words. But no matter what, she was shocked at Bergson at this moment that could not be expressed in words.

He suddenly felt how ridiculous the family oath he had always adhered to was. The so-called dignity of aristocrats was worthless in the face of hunger. Although the priceless gems were precious, they could not be exchanged for a bowl of broth that could save lives at critical moments.

Even if it is a soup made from human flesh.

It was already dawn.

The huge package bent Bertha's broad shoulders. She walked out of the room, turned around, waved at Bergson who was following behind her, and smiled slightly.

Bergson's right shoulder was still bandaged. He lost one arm and was somewhat uncomfortable with his body, which was already accustomed to balance. He took steps carefully and looked around vigilantly, fearing that he would attract more attention.

There is still some time before dawn. Fuel and in the wasteland world are also extremely precious living resources. Few people will leave the chuáng shop at this time. Even the mutant beasts wandering in the wilderness only start hunting when the night is approaching.

The war between the Empire and the Church continued. However, Bergson was tired of it all.

Having a woman who is devoted to herself by her side should be the compensation given to her by that old guy God!

Just as Bertha said, find a place where no one knows himself and live.

There is no more Luton family, hatred and revenge, and naturally there is no need to continue.

She would rather be hungry than let herself eat first.

It's very simple, but it makes people feel moved and want to cry.

This is actually love.

At this moment, there were two voices wandering in Lin Xiang's mind. He himself was trapped in the same choice contradiction as Bergson.

eat?

Or not to eat?

Fang Yujie has already made it clear enough that once you eat glory, you will be a parasite.

If you don't eat it, you will stay in the current mutation stage for a long time.

No one threatens or forces it, everything is voluntary.
Chapter completed!