~： The sixth year story 001, the first meeting in another place

The time is the first month.

Perhaps the wind blowing sand is now shrouded in the cold winter, but in a small oasis a hundred kilometers away from this large city, it still keeps the heat of the sweltering summer.

It seems to be a small camp here. People sitting in a circle by the clear water spring. They put the camels aside, and began to gather in groups of three to five to draw water, drink wine and eat meat. In a short while, a leisurely fragrance of wine and meat began to diffuse over the oasis. Of course, there are also the sounds of these people punching each other, fighting, and cursing.

Counting down, there are about a hundred people staying in the oasis. Many of them dress very similarly, wearing thick white shawls and cloth caps. These people seem to be a caravan, on their way to trade across the desert.

However, one of these people is very different.

It was a man in his early thirties. With eye-catching white hair, he wore a long brown leather suit with a high neckline, almost completely covering the lower half of his face. On the exposed upper half of the face, there was a scar in the shape of a scar embedded on it.

This man didn't drink and eat meat like other people, he just sat silently by the water source, holding the kettle, and drank silently. Is it because the experience was too rough? That type of scar made his brows look tighter, making him look extremely serious at all times.

"Once in a while, you give me this stinky face along the way, right?"

With a clatter, the special war song revolver has been on the back of the scarred man's head. But this man didn't mean to pay any attention. He was still the same as before, drinking water, frowning, and looking at the lively crowd around him with cold eyes.

The man with the gun smiled.

He played the guided gun with great skill, inserted the gun bag around his waist, turned around, and sat in front of Scarface extremely chicly. Without waiting for the other party to answer, he grabbed the water bottle in Scarface's hand and drank with his head up.

This man is about the same age as Scarface. He has khaki hair and the expression on his face is much richer than Scarface. He was wearing a windbreaker, and those windbreakers did not move when sitting on the ground, obviously there was something on the inner wall. Scarface looked at him like this, until he drank it happily, then took the kettle and refilled it in the nearby spring.

"Crack~~~~! It’s really cool spring water. I even think I’m alive for this moment~~~~! Hey, don’t you have any reaction? It’s rare for us to find such great water. How can we not admire it? ?"

Half of Scarface's face was hidden under the high collar, but his cold eyes did not grasp the humor of the gunman. Although, they grew up in an orphanage together, fighting with each other, fighting with others together, and then being beaten by others together, becoming stronger together, born to death together, and walked together until now. But only with his jokes, Scarface will never find it funny.

The gunman lying on the grass, looking up at the sun above, smiled. After a while, he turned his head and said, "Ah~~~ Look, this is just after the Holy Eve Festival, our new emperor can’t wait to push us out~~~ Isn’t your Majesty he won’t wait for the end of the festival? Let us come out later? Ah~~~ I wish I could get my overtime pay."

"Guck, guck." Scarface continued to drink water, seeming to ignore the complaint of the gunman at all.

"Ah~~~ I don’t know if your majesty will give it~~~ When the emperor was still alive, your majesty was stingy, and the military salary he gave was often not full. Our wages were always deducted. Seriously, I I'm really worried that we won't receive the salary...Ah...Your Majesty didn't tell us about the travel expenses this time. Maybe we will pay for this trip out of our own pocket...Ah..."

Scarface put down the kettle and refilled it. He turned his head and glanced at the complaining companion over there. After thinking about it, he said, "We are soldiers. The job of a soldier is to obey orders. Other than that, nothing."

The gunman shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Yeah, yeah, soldier. In addition, they are the imperial lackeys in the mouths of the civilians, the executioners of the deadly country, and the undesirable villains who consume their hard-earned money. National assholes. Think about it carefully, our nickname is so much~~~"

Scarface sat back in place, tightened the lid of the kettle, and said, "You are very dissatisfied...?"

"Oh, we are soldiers, how can we be dissatisfied? I just miss the orphanage where we grew up a bit. When I said that we were going to build a villa for the sixteenth princess, I forcibly demolished the place where we grew up. I drove the nuns and those children to the country. I’m not angry, really. I’m a soldier, so I’m not angry at all. When I drove the nuns with a gun, I didn’t feel guilty at all. Really, I’m very Calm down."

Scarface looked at the gunman lying on the ground and pinned the water bottle to his waist: "We do not belong to any faction. We were young and vigorous before. In many places, we did not know how to offend the new king, so it is not surprising to be excluded. . I also told you that we..."

"Let's not engage in those factional struggles, just concentrate on our own work, right? You have said it hundreds of times."

The man with the gun struck him up and stood up again. He tilted his head, glanced over the caravan surrounding him, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Our job is very simple, to protect the lives and property of civilians. This is what the old man gave us after we joined the army. The only order for you. Don’t worry, for the old man’s sake, I’ll just talk about it. There’s no shortage of things to do.”

Scarface closed his eyes, and then slowly stood up: "We will never forget the grace of the first emperor. Even if it is death, we will not have any complaints."

The gunman stretched his waist, moved his limbs, and laughed. His laughter made the caravan members all around look up, all staring at these two people who are out of place.

"By the way, are you ready for the gift to the King of Bucks?"

"…………not yet."

"Oh, that's a shame. I'm faster than you, and I'm ready. Look, this big jade jade ring is not bad, right?"

As the man with the gun revealed the small box in his hand and opened it, the jade ring inside immediately caught the attention of the surrounding businessmen. Some of them, after thinking for a while, stretched out their hands and touched the scimitar hidden behind the camel...

For all this, the two men seemed completely unaware. The man with the gun was still showing triumphantly, but Scarface nodded approvingly, and then said, "The gift is good. Then, I will start preparing gifts too."

"Hehe, will the gift you give me valuable?"

".................. The heads of all the bandits in a mission bandit group, is this gift enough?"

Those "businessmen" finally drew out their weapons, and some began to fumble for the guiding stone rings on their fingers. With a shout from the leaders of these "businessmen", they finally showed their true shape, raised their weapons, and rushed towards the weak two.

"Hahaha! What a great gift! Enough, enough! Cough~~~ It seems that I lost to you again this time~~~!"

The voice of the gunman, falling...

In the face of those "businessmen" swarming, the two still did not move. Are they already waiting to die? Or…………

Dark clouds began to envelope. .

The sky is overcast, so... will it be rain?

then……

"Rain", it fell.

Just "a drop of rain" would split a businessman in the front in half.

The merchants behind him stopped in time, and saw a wide-bladed giant sword with the hilt of a giant bear in the center of the separated body!

They were surprised, but the surprise was not over yet.

Because the cumulonimbus clouds in the sky are still dense, and those "rains" will also gracefully and quickly...fall in the next time.

Wow! ! !

The rain of swords turned this oasis that was just full of relaxed atmosphere into a sea of ​​blood. Countless sharp blades fell from the sky, using "rain" to explain the grace and cruelty of death. Those people are evasive, dodge, but no matter how they escape or hide, they can't avoid this intensive attack. I am afraid that the only thing that can escape on the scene is the screams of these people...

One minute later...

The "rain" stopped.

The entire oasis was filled with broad-edged swords, and the situation was in a mess.

Scarface walked slowly to the giant sword closest to him, held the handle, and turned it slightly. There was a clear sound from the hilt, and a steam-like gas was ejected. Afterwards, the giant swords all over the oasis seemed to be attracted, slowly pulling up, flying towards the giant sword in Scarface's hand, and becoming one with it. After all the blades were retracted, a guiding stone in the giant bear's eye fell. Scarface took out another piece and put it on the scabbard behind it.

"The effect is still as sharp as before."

The gunman shrugged and gave a wry smile--

"We are hated by others, and there is no reason why we are called executioners."

"If you have time to talk, it is better to save people first."

With a giant sword on his back, Scarface turned and walked towards the group of camels over there. The gunman laughed and followed. Not surprisingly, they found many abducted girls and children among the camel groups. After seeing the two adults, these little children all started to cry with fright.

"Well... It is really difficult to send you home one by one... Let's take you to the wind and blow the sand and let the Bucks handle it."

Scarface walked into the children, his eyes swept away. But as soon as the children came into contact with the fierce gaze of Scarface, they immediately shrank away in fear. Seeing this, the gunman laughed, pulled his friends away, squatted forward in person, and expressed his willingness to send these children to the wind. These children finally realized that they were finally liberated from the evildoers, and they all cheered.

"Oh, no matter who it is to protect, as long as it is to protect people, it always feels so good to see their smiles."

The gunman stretched and laughed.

Scarface swept across these children slightly, and he could only nod his head to respond to friends' jokes. But... suddenly!

In the corner of the camel group, a series of black veils attracted him unconsciously. He looked up along the black veil and saw a girl wearing a black veil and a veil on his face. A girl about fifteen years old was snuggling on the camel, her eyes closed, she didn't know whether she was dead. Is alive.

The gunman also noticed this. He stepped forward and squatted in front of the girl. Although she was wearing a veil, she couldn't see her face clearly. But judging from the only exposed upper half of the face, it must be a very rare beauty embryo.

"Little girl, hello, little girl?"

The black gauze girl woke up amidst the shouts of the gunman. However, perhaps because she just woke up, she kept her eyes closed. After listening to the brief introduction of the situation by the man with the gun, the girl not only did not cheer like other children, but just nodded plainly.

"Little girl, why don't you look excited at all?"

"I'm sorry, maybe the slave family is usually light and accustomed. So, Mr. Lao has been escorted."

"Hehe, such a polite girl. Were you caught somewhere too?"

"No, to be correct, the Nujia was accidentally arrested on the way to the wind and blowing sand."

The little girl smiled, her voice was sweet, and the white fingers stretched out from under the black yarn group gently held her black hair. From the action, it seemed to be a lady of everyone.

"Oh, that's a coincidence. Well, well! Then, please allow me to **** you to a safe place, noble lady. But before the escort, will I be lucky enough to know your girlfriend's name?"

Seeing this little girl's serious look, the gunman couldn't help but get into play and pretend to be.

The small lips under the black veil gave a slight glance and laughed: "Should a gentleman state his name before asking the lady's name?"

The gunman listened, laughed, and said: "Yes, yes, I was negligent. Let me introduce it now. I am the deputy commander of the First Knights of the Kingdom of Death, Mohammed. Einstein, nicknamed "Silver Bullet". And this one who always has a straight face here is our head, Sha Dou Gangdaruwu, nicknamed "The Shield of God". We are going to the wind. Sand came looking for peace and diplomacy."

Einstein hooked the sand bucket and made a face. This look made the other girls and children around him amused. Even the girl with her face covered seemed to be amused by Einstein's jokes, bowed her head very reservedly, and smiled silently.

"Okay, Miss. Then, what's your name?"

"Slave?"

The girl nodded, her eyes that had been closed, slowly opened at this moment...

"The slave's surname is Mulla."

Pupils like sapphires appeared in front of everyone...

"Hugh Mulla."