On the deserted road, the red sun radiates light and heat under the sky, illuminating the surrounding sky and earth.
In the place where the grass and trees are lush, a faint sound gradually came from the front.
Crack!
The long team was moving forward, and the wheels of the carriage collided with the stones on the roadside from time to time, making a series of collision sounds, and also causing the carriage to vibrate from time to time.
The coachman driving the carriage in front was a middle-aged man with calloused hands. After discovering that the carriage was shaken by the stones, he carefully looked behind the carriage, as if he was afraid of waking up the people behind him.
At the back of the carriage, a boy was lying quietly on the golden hay with several open wounds on his body. Although he had undergone simple treatment, blood was still flowing out of the wounds, staining the soft hay beneath him red.
As if affected by the vibration of the carriage, the cracked wounds on the boy's body were touched, making the boy's originally calm face suddenly become hideous, as if he was in extremely intense pain.
"What's wrong?"
From behind came the sound of horses whinnying and the deep voice of a big man.
A knight who was escorting the team saw the carriage stop and rode over to question the coachman.
"My lord, the axle of the carriage seems to be broken. It will take some time to repair it."
The groom looked embarrassed, looked at the knight in front of him, and said in a low voice.
Hearing this, the knight's brows suddenly frowned: "What a trouble."
It was exactly noon at this time. The knight looked up at the sky, feeling the scorching temperature and the faint sounds of tired breathing coming from all around him. Finally, he ordered the team to stop temporarily, rest in a cool area, and have a meal.
After the order was given, the surrounding soldiers showed excited expressions, and some of them couldn't wait to find a place to rest for a while.
However, even though they were impatient, they never lowered their vigilance. After stopping, they sent out several knights to explore the surroundings to eliminate some dangers and traps.
But after the previous collision of the carriage, the people in the carriage had begun to wake up.
Stimulated by the pain in his body, Chen Ming slowly opened his eyes.
Tired! Painful! Uncomfortable!
After he regained consciousness, the pain and fatigue in his body were clearly transmitted to Chen Ming's mind, which made him regain consciousness all of a sudden and he took a breath of cold air in an instant.
"Where am I?"
Feeling the fatigue and pain in his body, as well as the burning sensation coming from the wounds, Chen Ming began to wonder, and then a large amount of memories began to flood into his mind, completely covering his thoughts at the moment.
This is the lifelong memory of a thirteen-year-old boy named Athir.
In his memory, Athir was born into an ordinary baron family, and was the only heir to a baron with a real title and a territory. Because he showed a good knight's talent since he was a child, he was sent to the castle of Count Bolia, a member of Athir's father's clan, for training two or three years ago.
In this area, Count Bolia is the absolute ruler. As a relative of Count Bolia, Athir's father would naturally actively approach the Count, so he sent Athir, the heir, to the other side's castle very early on, on the one hand to receive better training and education, on the other hand to show his loyalty.
Some time ago, the scattered orc tribes in the north suddenly went south to invade the territory of the Kingdom of Aria. As the leader of the northern lords, Lord Boria sent troops to resist the invasion of the orcs together with the surrounding lords. The thirteen-year-old Athir went to the battle with the army, but he rushed too far forward in the battle and was besieged and wounded by several orc warriors. Finally, he died and his body was taken over by Chen Ming.
When the memory reached this point, the feeling of fatigue that came from time to time in the mind gradually subsided, and was replaced by a cool feeling that emerged after the heat, which made the tortured Chen Ming sober up.
"Sure enough, I traveled through time again."
Feeling the memories flooding into his mind and the intense pain coming from the wounds on his body, Chen Ming barely raised his arm and touched his face.
There was something condensed on his face. Athir wiped it hard and found that it was all dried and coagulated blood, which kept flowing down from his right ear to his chin, making him very uncomfortable.
Not only on his face, but also on his chest, left arm, and right thigh, there were several large wounds, emitting intense pain. The blood was almost all over his body, and it was not cleaned at all.
This discovery startled him and he instinctively wanted to stand up, but found that he had no strength left in his body. He could only use his relatively intact right hand to hold on to the edge of the carriage and barely sit up in it.
"Damn it... What's wrong with this world? Even a thirteen-year-old child has to go to the battlefield and fight against those orcs who look like they are not something that ordinary people can deal with."
Holding on to the edge of the carriage, Chen Ming barely propped up half of his body, feeling the pain and fatigue coming from his body, and thinking helplessly.
The memory in his mind still retains the scene of the original owner of this body fighting with those orcs. Because it happened not long ago, it seems very vivid.
From memory, although those orcs did not have intact steel armor and their faces were as ferocious as beasts, they were all muscular and generally two meters tall. Their appearance alone was a terrifying deterrent.
In fact, the fighting power of these orcs is indeed worthy of their size and appearance. Even without training, they can match fully armored warriors with their far superior strength and physique, even if they are only wearing rough leather armor. If it weren't for their small number, they would not be able to match them at all.
However, even such terrifying orcs were not invincible in Athir's memory.
Athir's horrific wounds were caused by the siege of several orcs, but before that, he had killed at least several orcs. In the end, he rushed too forward and was surrounded by a group of orc warriors.
The root of all this is that this world possesses the top power of knights.
"Knight's Breathing..."
Carefully recalling the memories in his mind, a unique training method emerged in Chen Ming's mind, making him whisper.
"Lord Atier, are you awake?" A voice suddenly came from the front, with a hint of surprise, breaking Chen Ming's thoughts.
He was a middle-aged man wearing shining armor, with a full beard and long hair tied up in a bun. It looked greasy as if it had not been groomed for a long time. Looking at Chen Ming sitting up, he shouted with some surprise.
He seemed to be the leader of this team. Looking at Chen Ming's pale face and slightly cracked wound, he quickly directed several other people to come over, carefully help Chen Ming up, and then helped him walk down.
The people here were either soldiers or grooms, and naturally they were not delicate and gentle characters. They were rough with their hands and feet, which affected the wounds on Chen Ming's body.
"hiss···"
Feeling the sudden pain in his body, Chen Ming took a deep breath and his consciousness, which had been somewhat depressed due to fatigue and excessive blood loss, suddenly became clear again.
He raised his head with difficulty, stood up with the help of others, and looked around.
There were several carriages around, all of which were parked quietly under the shade of the trees to avoid direct sunlight.
Behind these carriages, there were figures that looked like corpses lying quietly on them. Each of them had a large amount of blood on their bodies. There was no movement at all, and it looked very scary.
Among these figures, Chen Ming also recognized a few people from Athir's memory. They were either noble children like him or some young apprentice knights. Although they were not important, they were not ordinary people.
Looking at this situation, Chen Ming had a vague understanding in his heart.
The mission of this team is probably to transport back people like him who are of relatively high status and were seriously injured on the battlefield.
Chen Ming also observed that, except for his carriage, most of the surrounding carriages carried several wounded people.
This is also good news. At least it indirectly shows his status in this group of people. He should be considered one of the top ones.
"Athir, from now on, I will call myself this."
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Chen Ming repeated the name twice in his mind and then made the decision.
In front, several soldiers took some dry food from the carriage and handed it directly to Athir after simple cutting.
The dry food was hard and unpalatable, and tasted like rotten meat. Because it was placed on the carriage used to transport the wounded, it was stained with the blood of the seriously injured, which made Athir look unhappy.
Opposite to Athir, the leader seemed to see Athir's difficulty, and explained to Athir, "It's still a war, it's not suitable to light a fire, it will be fine after we pass this section of the journey."
Athir grabbed the dry food in his hand with his uninjured right hand, didn't say much, just nodded in understanding.
The wild environment of this world is too dangerous. Not only are there all kinds of dangerous beasts, but there are also all kinds of thieves and robbers wreaking havoc in the wild. Not to mention that it is still a war, and there may be scattered orc troops wandering in the wild. If they start a fire rashly, the thick smoke will likely attract these dangers and cause unnecessary danger to the team.
After figuring this out, in order to recover his injuries and strength quickly, Athir forced himself to suppress the nausea in his heart and ate the piece of dry food stained with dried blood in his hand.
At the original place, the team rested quietly for a while under the shade of the trees. When the sun outside seemed a little smaller, following the order from the leader with his hair tied up, Athir once again got on the carriage full of strange smell with difficulty. As the journey was bumpy, he watched the scenery on the road continue to spread backwards.
(End of this chapter)