Chapter 329

As a popular "literati" in the army, Tolkien received special attention and had his own tent. This kind of treatment is usually available only to the battalion commander. But to keep the tent, he had to do one thing for all the soldiers: write to them.

Zhao Mai read his letter, concise and full of emotion, a few common words can form a kind of artistic conception, just like the sketch in painting. He doesn't use complex and profound words, although it will be more moving and accurate, but it also increases the difficulty of reading. At the same time, he wrote telegrams for the soldiers. In the case of charging for each letter, his knowledge of writing can show its value.

"In addition to here, I will write letters for the soldiers of other troops. Now I know why I can get in and out of the camp freely?" Tolkien put down his pencil, rubbed his wrists, and looked back at Zhao Mai. He has been sitting on the floor for more than two hours. At first, Tolkien thought it was a strange sleeping posture. Later, no doubt, he found that Zhao Mai didn't fall asleep and could still answer his questions. So he immediately named this state ecstasy and recorded it in his inspiration book.

"When shall we go to England?" Zhao Mai returned from his green dream and returned to his normal breathing. Practicing the natural force near the battlefield made him uncomfortable, like forcing himself to eat next to a stinking dump. But in the barracks, he had nothing to do but meditate and enter the green dream. "I've seen too many battlefields, and now I just want to stay on the island for a while. Do you have any plans? "

"We leave in three days, by way of Paris, for Le Havre. If it goes well, you'll be on the ferry to England in 20 days Tolkien has a plan: "we'll get off at Portsmouth and go north to London. But I'd like to invite you to my home in Oxford. Edith's apple pie is the best in the world

"That is to say, three days later, you will have nothing to do in the barracks, and you can decide your own itinerary, including going home?"

"That's right. The postman will come in the morning and collect all the letters, so I don't have to make a detour to help them carry them. What's the matter? "

"It's nothing. It's fine. I'm thinking I'll just drive you. Besides, I'd like to visit you very much. Before going to the magic school, if you can't be reunited with your wife, it's cruel. " The English channel is not very deep, let alone far away. "The · Che" can travel from the bottom of the sea, and there is also an undersea tunnel between Britain and France.

"Thank you for your understanding. But now I'm going to have a headache again, whether to give it to Edith or not Tolkien lit a pipe for himself. The fire was bright and dark, and the smoke rose. "I can't imagine if I came home and said to her," honey, I'm going to learn magic and become a wizard. I will be welcomed by a hug or a face of tea. "

"I only care about the temperature of the tea." Zhao Mai and Tolkien laughed together.

While they were chatting, there was a loud noise outside. "Got a spy! Traitor Someone was shouting outside. Then Zhao Mai heard a sound similar to the roar of a wolf, and the thump of the butt of a gun hitting his head.

The grain reserve stood up, ears turned, and then fell down again. "It said it wasn't a wolf." Xiaohua came out of the flowerpot yawning in her black pajamas. "Isn't it dawn yet?"

"It's almost dark!" Zhao Mai shook his head. Since westero, Xiaohua has been practicing to share body control with Addo, so she is always very tired and sleeps a lot. But it's also good for her. She's staying in Addo's body longer and longer, and Addo is getting used to it. He used to carry bran on his back. Now he's holding a flowerpot.

"Mike, what kind of spy do you say when he's caught, he doesn't yell but howls like a wolf?" Suddenly Tolkien said, "I suddenly thought of werewolf. Would you like to check it out?"

"Werewolf? It's possible. Go with me, go with me Zhao Mai immediately stood up. He was followed by a string: grain reserves, Addo and dogian, who always worked together.

They opened the tent and saw a group of French soldiers escorted by a strong man with a bare upper body, which could only be seen from his trousers as the uniform of the Canadian Army. This is a young man with developed muscles and hair. Although he is tightly bound by iron chains, it still takes four people to barely control his movements.

"Look! His wound is healing! God, this is a devil One of the soldiers cried out in horror, "priest! priest! Who's going to tell the priest! "

"Where are so many demons in the world?" Major Rupert, also the top commander of the camp, said, "put him in the iron cage of the army kennel and send three men to guard him day and night. If he dares to run away or cause trouble, shoot him. "

"Bastard, you can shoot!" The man roared, "come on! Anyway, I don't want to live. Shoot me in the head! "

"Crazy." The major shook his head with a trace of pity in his eyes. Still, he said, "lock him up and calm him down. Then who caught him? Report to my office immediately. I want to know the details. "The cage used for holding is not big. In fact, it is prepared for large military dogs. It is very cramped to use it to hold people. Instead, the man who was locked in calmed down. His chains were removed, but he was still handcuffed. Two soldiers looked at him with long guns: "don't play tricks! Spies will only be tried, and those who try to escape will be killed. You know how to choose! "

"You don't have the guts to hit me." The man sneered: "I suggest you'd better let me go, or I'll break your neck when I leave."

A soldier raised his gun, ready to give him a butt, and the cage man showed his neck waiting for him: "come on, use some strength, little girl!"

"There's no need to see a madman the same way." Another guard advised: "he is just afraid of being tortured by trial and has no courage to commit suicide, so he wants to do it with our hands. Why, Mr. Tolkien, here you are

"I've come to see the captives and collect some material for my press release." Tolkien said with a smile, "this is such a fool. There are no Canadian soldiers around. It's strange that he's dressed like this and can't get caught!"

"Who said no?" The guard said, "I heard from Donald that this idiot was wearing a Canadian uniform, but when he saw us, he turned around and ran away as if we were German. I think he forgot his role. That's why he is so stupid! Donald shot him and brought him down. But I didn't see the gunshot wound, so Donald must be bragging, and he was scared down, a coward, ha ha! "

"Ignorant bastard!" The man in the cage said, "you're dead!"

"Prisoner, shut up!"

"I won't be a prisoner forever." The man tugged at the handcuffs and said with a smile, "remember my name, James Logan hollett, I'm your God of death!"