The weather is warm and the wind is filled with a little dampness.

Winters sat on the wooden box and watched at a loss as the felt tent he lived in was demolished by others.

The skin was removed, the skeleton was untied, and the warm felt tent instantly turned into a pile of wooden sticks and several bundles of leather.

Many people suddenly appeared in the camp, and the herdsmen scattered in a radius of several kilometers came over.

The stranger who spoke strange language walked around and quickly dismantled, tied and brought the entire camp to the back of the cow.

Although it looks messy, in fact everyone knows what they should do and everyone performs their own duties.

They are familiar with this process without much thought—except Winters.

Eerlun is counting the items, but he doesn't care about Winters for a while.

As for the little lion, he simply didn't have the camp.

Winters sat blankly among a group of strangers, feeling like a child who was separated from the adults in the square.

Coincidentally, several children with snot were standing several meters away, looking at him curiously.

Winters turned his sight and the children ran away.

They were very relieved to leave Winters with the women, children and the elderly, and did not even arrange any guards.

The women and the old man walked past him, nodded and respectfully called him "Hestas".

The only wounded men in the camp looked at him with vigilance and called him "Palatubala" in awe.

Balatuer is the title of a warrior, usually placed after the name. It has a hard meaning, and may be translated as a Paratu tough guy.

The rumors spread wildly, and now everyone knows that Winters had killed Balatuer of the Terdun tribe in the Makgora ceremony, and that he has become enemies with the fire-growing master because of this.

However, the pronunciation of "Palatubala Bald" is too convoluted and is quickly simplified to a loud bisyllabic word: "Badu!"

Eerlun came over with a pot of hot horse milk, and his pair of willow leaves smiled like crescent moons: "Do you want to drink some hot milk?"

"No." Winters shook his head: "I'll just drink water."

Drink milk in the morning, horse milk at noon, goat milk at night, and then adjust the order and do it again.

Three things come in turn. Even if the intake of dairy products by the officers is far greater than that of ordinary people, they cannot withstand this way of eating them.

What kind of milky paradise? This is simply a dairy hell.

"Drink a little, there is no time to make a fire on the way." Eerlun coaxed Winters: "The doctor said that your injury should drink more milk to heal quickly."

After a fierce ideological struggle, Winters took the copper bowl and started drinking.

"It's great! I'll get you some milk cakes for you to eat on the way." Eerlun turned around and left, and the beads on his belt turned away like flowers.

"Where is this going?" Winters asked.

Eerlun returned again and frowned and explained: "It should be that he would meet with Laoying first and then go to Hanlan River? Actually, I don't know..."

"It's okay." Winters comforted the other party.

"Don't think of me as a bad person, I won't hide it from you." Eerlun thought carefully and immediately understood Winters's emotions.

She said a little sadly: "I met you two years ago, and Lion and I returned to the tribe. We don't understand the migration very well."

Only then did Winters remember that Eerlun's brothers had lived in the slave plantation in the archipelago for at least eight years, and Eerlun could even speak fluent common words.

It took so long to get home, but in fact there is no difference between her and strangers. I'm afraid she will feel out of place sometimes, right?

"Don't be sad," Winters whispered: "How could I blame you? I can only be grateful to you."

Eh Erlun was even more sad. Her eyes were red and she left with sobs.

After a while, she came back, brought Winters a bowl of milk cake, and left crying again.

...

Although Winters is not good at getting along with women, he is not slow.

On the contrary, he has quick thinking, keen observation, and can see many subtle emotions.

He was not unaware of Erlun's intentions, but he could only pretend to be ignorant.

Winters had no idea of ​​staying in the wasteland for a long time, and he didn't want to hurt this sincere and beautiful woman.

His heart was filled with Anna, and he could not tolerate a second person.

What is Anna? Anna is a bonfire in despair.

When he gradually became numb and cold, it was those beautiful memories that protected his last trace of humanity: his family, his hometown and Anna.

For Winters, Anna represents the best part of his life.

In the dream, he laid on Anna's knees countless times. Anna gently stroked his forehead to dispel blood, died, broken limbs and arms, and a hideous enemy...

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder: "Is Anna really as good as I imagined? Or am I constantly beautifying my memories? I fictionalize someone who cannot exist in reality?"

He felt fear and anxiety because of this: "If this is true, would I be disappointed when I meet Anna again?"

Not to mention Winters' anxiety for the time being, he cannot accept another person anyway.

He didn't even dare to get close to Eerlun, because Eerlun was also beautiful.

When Winters woke up and saw her for the first time, she felt as bright and warm as the sun.

Although I don’t know what Eerlun likes him, this admiration made him flattered.

Winters is "winter", and he is afraid of being melted.

In fact, he was frightened to find that he had developed a sense of dependence on Eerlun.

If Antonio heard Winters’ thoughts, he would have no choice but to teach him a lesson: "Childish! A fool who was blinded by his first love! How can he be the head of the family in the future?"

However, considering General Serbiati's family status, this sentence seems a bit pale and powerless.

...

The only few children sat in the frame, carried by long-haired cows.

There was no ceremony, nor any commemorative action like throwing wine bottles or sprinkling holy water.

Just like walking on weekdays, Winters' camp where he set out to "migrate".

The riders led the horses to open the way ahead, and then the long-haired cattle carrying all their possessions, crowded with goats and goats at the end.

Adult men and women either ride horses or walk on horseback.

Winters, whose left leg was fixed by a wooden mold, enjoyed special treatment and rode a ox cart like several old ladies whose teeth were almost gone.

Since Lieutenant Mason led the wrong way, Lieutenant Colonel Jeska's most common order was: "Lt. Montane! Be a pioneer!"

The old charlatan teased Winters for this and specially taught him a poem: "The Supreme Lord still favors tin, and suddenly he is in the forefront."

It was the first time Winters got on a ox cart "rear drive".

He was a little ashamed, and couldn't help but wonder: What about Lieutenant Colonel, Old God and others now?

But the old ladies were very happy. They were muttering vague words and moving tremblingly, wanting him to sit more comfortable.

Winters only heard one word from it: Hestas.

He didn't understand why the Heds called him "Hestas", did they regard him as the heir to the old shaman?

He suddenly recalled the bloody ceremony of applying oil and ointment, answered some of his doubts, and brought more doubts.

Winters is sometimes very strong in character, but he has no temper towards the old man. Even when facing people like the old charlatan who are disrespectful to the old, Winters is bullied most of the time.

So he shrank as much as possible and did not fill the burden on the elderly.

An old man looked at Winters for a long time, suddenly grabbed Winters' hand and shouted.

Winters couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but Erlun rushed over after hearing the sound.

Eerlun's face became paler as he listened to the old lady's words.

"What are the old man talking about?" Winters also became serious.

"You won't want to know." Eerlun said with difficulty: "I'll find you another car."

"Tell me, it's okay." Winters felt a little happy that he finally came.

He knew very well that he had killed so many Chihe tribes, and sooner or later, such a day would be there.

"Grandma Tucha was also a slave to Hongsong Manor. She had seen you and she wanted to ask you." Eerlun's eyes were full of tears: "Are you present on the day the Palatus killed the prisoners outside Bianli City?"

"I'm here." Winters only answered this sentence.

I was there, but I didn't do it. This kind of thing seemed meaningless to Winters, and he disdained to say it.

"If you want to take revenge, come on." Winters thought to himself: "Everyone thinks that I have a deep blood hatred with the monkey's butt. In fact, my hatred with the Chihe tribe is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea."

Eerlun truthfully translated Winters' answer.

The old man named Tucha held Winters' hand and trembled against her forehead, finally put it on her chest, muttering something in her mouth.

"She said, she knew she saw Hestas that day." Eerlun listened and translated: "She knew that Hestas saved them, otherwise everyone would be killed. She said she knew..."

Winters retracted his hand as if burned by a soldering iron, and his voice trembled a little: "No, I can't help anyone. You should hate me!"
To be continued...