Chapter 460:

Let the United States have its simple fun, its cartoon mice, its candy-coated castle, its cult and technology, he doesn't want anything. The greatest miracle in the world is here, hidden in the hills.
Ah, such a day.
On the main square of Podujevo, the scene was equally vibrant and exciting. Maybe this year’s celebrations have a touch of sadness, but this is understandable. The well-respected organizer no longer lives. The previous winter declared her to be 94 years old, and the city lost her keen insights and cruel proportions. Nita has worked with the citizens of Podujevo for 60 years and has been planning for the next game and improving the design. Her energy makes the next work more ambitious and lifelike than the previous one.
Now she is dead and miss it very much. Without her, there would be no chaos in the streets. The people did not have much discipline about this, but they had fallen behind the schedule and were almost 72 years old. Nita's daughter succeeded her mother, but she lacks Nita's power to inspire people to take action. In short, she is too gentle to do the job. It requires a leader who is both a prophet and a foreman to coax and bully and inspire citizens to enter their positions. Maybe in two or thirty years, plus some competitions, Nita Obrenovic's daughter will be promoted to this result. But today, I am behind. The security check was ignored; a nervous look replaced the early confidence.
However, six minutes before eight o'clock, the first part of Podujevo left the city and arrived at the meeting point, waiting for its companion.
By then, the two sides were already tied together, and the armed task force was awaiting orders.
Mick wakes up quickly at 7 o'clock, even though they don't have an alarm clock in the simply furnished room of the hotel. He lay on the bed, listening to the regular breathing on the twin beds in the whole room. The hazy morning light passed through the thin curtains, discouraged leaving early. Staring at the cracked paint on the ceiling for a few minutes, staring at the crucifixion on the opposite wall for a while, Mick got up and walked to the window. As he guessed, it was a dull day. The sky was clouded, and in the flat morning light, Novi Pazar’s roof was gray and featureless. But outside the roof, in the east, he could see the hills. There is sunshine there. He could see the clouds of light capturing the blue and green of the forest, inviting them to visit their hillsides. Today, maybe they will head south to Kosovska Mitrovica. There is a market, isn’t there, there is also a museum? They can drive along the valley of the Ibar River along the path by the river, where the mountains are undulating and shiny on both sides. Yes, hills. Today he decided that they would see the hills.
It was eight:15.
By nine o'clock, the main bodies of Popolak and Podujevo had basically been assembled. In their designated area, the limbs of the two cities are ready, waiting to join their expected torso.
Vasilav Yelovsek covered his eyes with his gloved hands and looked at the sky. There is no doubt that the cloud base rose in the last hour, and the cloud cover to the west broke. There are even a few rays of sunlight occasionally. Maybe this is not the ideal day for the game, but it is certainly enough.
Mick and Judd had a late breakfast on roughly translated as ham and egg and a few cups of premium black coffee. Even in Novi Pazar, it shines on people and their ambitions are high. Lunch time to Kosovska Mitrovica, or visit the mountain fort in the afternoon.
At about 9:30, they drove out of Novi Pazar and headed south along the highway towards the Ibar Valley. This is not a good road, but bumps and potholes cannot ruin a new day.
Except for occasional pedestrians, this road is empty. It replaces the corn and corn fields that we passed through the day before. There are undulating hills on both sides of the road and dense forests on both sides of the slopes. Except for a few birds, they did not see wildlife. Even companions who traveled infrequently gradually disappeared after a few miles, and the farmhouse they occasionally drove was also locked and locked up. The black pigs are left unattended in the yard and there are no children to feed them. The washing machine drooped suddenly, billowing, and there was no washing machine woman.
At first, this solitary journey through the hills was refreshing due to the lack of human connection, but as the morning approached, the anxiety on the hills began to increase.
"Should we not see the road signs in Mitrovica, Mick?"
He stared at the map.
"Maybe…"
"-We went the wrong way."
"If there are signs, I will see. I think we should try to go this way, a little more south-closer to the valley of Mitrovica than we planned."
"How do we take this road?"
"Some turn has happened..."
"Dirt road."
"Either that or the way we are now." Judd raised his lips.
"Cigarette?" he asked.
"Complete them a few miles."
In front of them, the hill formed an impenetrable line. There is no sign of life in the future. There is no fragility of chimney smoke, no sound or noise from vehicles.
Judd said: "Well, let's next turn. What could be better than this."
They keep going. The road was deteriorating rapidly, with potholes, and the pits felt like corpses under wheels.
Then: "There!"
Turn: Obvious turn. Of course, this is not a major road. In fact, the dirt road hardly describes other roads, but from the endless perspective of the road they are trapped in, it is an escape. When the public started crashing and grinding their own way along this dirty path, Judd said: "This is becoming a wildlife park."
"Where is your sense of adventure?"
"I forgot to pack it."
They are starting to climb the hill because that road goes all the way up to the mountain. The forest covers them and obscures the sky, so when they drive, a mottled light and shadow fly on the hood. Suddenly there was the song of birds, empty and optimistic, with the smell of pine trees and loose soil. A fox crossed the track, walked forward, watching the car grumble towards it. Then, following the leisurely pace of a fearless prince, it sank into the trees.
No matter where they go, Mick thinks it is better than the path they took. Maybe they will stop soon, walk for a while, and find a strait, from where they can see the valley, and even, are located behind them.
The two men were only an hour's drive from Popolak, when the leader of the team finally set off from the town square and occupied the main position.
The final exit left the city completely deserted. On this day, even the sick or elderly are not ignored; no one can deny the grandeur and victory of the game. Every blind person, blind person, paralyzed baby, pregnant woman, pregnant woman, no matter how old or weak, have risen from their proud city to the punching field. They should participate in this law: but it does not need to be enforced. Citizens of any city will not miss the opportunity to watch the game-experience the excitement of the game.
The confrontation between city and city must be thorough. This is how it used to be.
So the city rose to the hill. At noon, they were summoned and became citizens of peace. They were hidden in the secret well in the mountains. Without the eyes of civilization, they were engaged in ancient ritual battles.
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