Strain, this is not a lie.

After fighting the big guard, he still had to face those bricks. It was a very heavy job, which aggravated the injury to a certain extent. And if he didn't do it, the Korosa people would not be able to complete the day's task and would incur the consequences of the guards.

More severe punishment.

This is nothing, as long as the consciousness is still awake, it is not a serious injury. What's more, he got the result of the plan - only when a leader is produced, a group of people can carry out planned actions, and he must convince the Korosa captives of him.

But this does not mean that he is willing to let others know that he is now paraplegic.

The steward came from the side and opened the copper lock with the key. He said with a smile: "Captain, please."

His smile was like a spotted snake, holding up his head and spitting out a message and making a hissing sound because he had finally put his enemy in jail. But the captain named Anfield didn't even look at him. He held the hand in his right hand.

A glass oil lamp, walking into the barracks door, his movements were calm and unhurried.

Warm yellow light illuminated the entire barracks. No one spoke in the barracks, and he made no sound.

There was a loud creaking sound, and the manager locked the door again: "I hope you can successfully find the secret passage of the Korosa bastards in your dream. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't find it. We will invent a better one tomorrow."

Discipline to restrain these uncivilized rebels."

After that, he left. Two guards were left to guard here, and there were four people in total with Anfield's soldiers. Obviously, although they were both members of the Black Chapter Army, Oak Valley Asylum did not trust Anfield.

The moment he walked into the barracks at Anfield, Yu Feichen's right hand had already been placed on his left elbow, his fingers clasped there tightly, and he squeezed it hard - an unexpected severe pain swept through the joint.

But he just held it back, not even letting out a muffled groan.

The severe pain brought an astonishing awakening. He took a few breaths, and the moisture blew through his slightly sweaty forehead. After two days, the barrister's hair could no longer maintain that noble and decent shape.

The slightly curly dark chestnut hair hangs down to meet the sharp eyebrows, coupled with the eyes that are still angry because of the almost self-mutilation of his arm, the whole person shows an untamable wildness.

After confirming that his left arm had regained some mobility, Yu Feichen raised his head and saw Anfield sitting cross-legged on a stained straw mat not far from him with a calm expression. In this cell, except for Yu Feichen's

Outside the territory, not a square centimeter was clean, but the officer didn't seem to mind.

——He blew out the oil lamp, and the barracks fell into silence again.

Yu Feichen closed his eyes and planned to rest. He had exhausted too much energy today and had to go outside after twelve o'clock. He had to seize the last moment to regain some energy.

But he didn't fall asleep, not ever.

——Because ten minutes after he closed his eyes, the officer started coughing.

It was not the continuous loud coughing of asthma patients, but just one or two low-pitched coughs, very soft, and the sleep of others was not disturbed at all.

But after he coughed, Yu Feichen's sleepiness disappeared. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in the darkness, feeling the displeasure of having his plans changed by external forces again.

He is a light sleeper, but when he has to sleep, even in a crowded vegetable market, he can force himself to sleep and regain his energy.

But it wasn't the case now. Yu Feichen thought about it for half a minute.

He knew that this was still due to that excessive vigilance. He had not yet fully confirmed the officer's position and could not classify him as a non-dangerous companion.

Even if the coughing sound is deliberately suppressed, it will be harsh due to the excessive silence of the barracks.

Very harsh.

So when the coughing sounded again, Yu Feichen stood up - carrying his quilt.

He walked to Anfield, threw down the quilt, and said nothing.

Anfield's voice was a little hoarse because he had just coughed, and he said: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Yu Feichen said, "You disturbed me."

Anfield put the quilt on himself.

"I have lung disease." His voice was very soft.

Yu Feichen guessed it. This was not the first time he saw him coughing, and the barracks was indeed too cold and damp.

According to the etiquette of the Korosa people, he said symbolically: "Get well soon."

——Then he planned to turn around and leave.

"Your arm," Anfield heard, "is it okay?"

"It's okay." Yu Feichen said.

"Where are the shoulders?" The tone was very calm, without any emotion.

Yu Feichen's eyes narrowed.

The injury on the shoulder didn't affect anything, but it was still noticeable.

"It's not good." Now that he was noticed, he didn't hide it anymore.

"I brought refrigerant." Anfield's voice originally had a texture like frost, but because of the slight depression, it turned into fleeting mist on the ice.

This is a good sign, which is consistent with Yu Feichen's previous judgment.

Yu Feichen sat down opposite him. They were very close. The guard was guarding the door, and they couldn't let them hear some words.

He lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear the pronunciation and wording clearly.

"I need to confirm your position," he said, "Sir."

In the moonlight, Anfield's eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his silhouette was as calm as a breathing statue - Yu Feichen didn't know where this strange metaphor in his mind came from.

"I'm not from Korosa." Anfield's voice was also very low, and Yu Feichen had to lean over. There was a wall in front of him. He was slightly taller than Anfield, with a strong build and broad shoulders. He looked like

It was he who cornered the commander.

"The slogan of the complete annihilation of the Korosa people has been circulated among the Black Chapter Army," Anfield said, "but I always believe that it should not affect civilians."

After the words fell, Yu Feichen's tense body relaxed slightly and turned around.

"Thank you." He reached out and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and said calmly.

Anfield, still expressionless, took out a tube of spray from the breast pocket of his uniform.

Freezing spray has little effect on wound healing, but its analgesic effect is comparable to that of anesthetics.

The cold spray poured down from his arms to his shoulder blades. Yu Feichen put his shirt back on, and his movements were much lighter than before.

"Go to sleep." Anfield put away the spray and placed the luminous pocket watch between the two of them.

It's half past ten now.

"There's still one and a half hours." Yu Feichen said.

After that, he returned to his straw mat and closed his eyes.

This time he fell into a deep sleep, but he still controlled himself and woke up on time at eleven fifty-eight.

Anfield is still awake, or has never closed his eyes.

The moonlight also disappeared, leaving only the outlines of black buildings in the barracks. The regular dripping of water in the bathroom was like a stopwatch.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

The moment the second hand pointed to zero, it disappeared.

Yu Feichen took out a lighter and started a fire.

The next moment the light came on, his pupils shrank suddenly and he suddenly let go of his fingers!

The newly lit flame suddenly extinguished, and the barracks returned to darkness.

Anfield came over.

"Did you see it?" Yu Feichen said.

"I saw it." He reached out, his cold fingers touched Yu Feichen's palm, and took away his lighter.

There was a click, the flame reignited, and Anfield lit his glass oil lamp.

On the ground in the center of the barracks, two corpses lay suddenly.

One of them was a strong man with dazzling blond hair. He was the blond man in their barracks.

The other one is a little man.

Yu Feichen walked up to the corpse, and the corpse's face was clearly illuminated by the fire - exactly what he saw the moment he lit the fire.

The corpses of these two people were covered in bruises and bruises, as if they had experienced an extremely painful struggle before death.

——But with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

The corners of the gray-purple mouth were stiffly raised, and the eyebrows were slightly raised. It was an extremely calm smile, but when it appeared on a corpse, it became a horrifying scene.

He looked around the barracks and saw that everyone was still there, including strong men and small men.

Taking a deep breath, he started to break down the door and unlock it. The sound of unlocking woke everyone up.

"Don't open your eyes and get up," Anfield said.

People hesitated to land and got up one after another. They didn't know why the commander asked them to do this, but they subconsciously obeyed the order.

"White Pine, Wattles." Anfield called out their names accurately - Wattles was the one with the big nose.
To be continued...