Chapter 53: 25.3 months (1)

Dark and cold.
　　Regardless of everything, even the physical strength that must be preserved for long journeys is no longer considered, the organs that support the body's gallop work to the limit, the heart's agitation is clearer and louder than the roar of the strong wind and the weed of the ears. The beating of the tympanic membrane and the shaking of the senses of balance makes the brain receive nausea signals. The hot body with rapid gasps does not dare to relax, and the unpleasant feeling cannot be expelled from the body that is slowly fatigued.
　　Instincts necessary for living things, awe-inspiring self-defense function derived from death.
　　Instinctive emotion named 【Fear】.
　　 Fear of the followers who follow behind him, Fear of becoming a captive, Fear of the unknown fate after being captured, Fear of the tragic and long and painful death process.
　　Efforts to escape the human beings are convinced of the rumor that the elves are killing the captives. They are nearly collapsed by the rumors and derived imagination. They only want to stay away from the terrible chasing soldiers, ignoring a few vital details.
　　The attempt to bluff left and right trying to mislead the follower is always a failure. How to carefully hide the trail of escape, the elf will quickly follow the path that is so painful to him, or copy it to the front to intercept.
What is even more incomprehensible is that in this cat-and-mouse hunt, the fast-moving elves among the trees are clearly at ease, they are not slow and keep a certain distance from the fugitive, to ensure that the target will not be lost. The race’s familiarity with the valley’s forest environment is really unnatural.
　　The spies, who had already left the rookie stage, should have noticed these vital signs of life and then rethought the escape plan.
　　 However, he does not have the leeway to do so.
　　 no longer needs to think about any problems.
　　 At first glance, there was no abnormality, and the trap that looked exactly the same as the solid ground that had been stepped on was collapsed, too late to react, and the sharp impact penetrated from behind. After the impact, the right eye lost the picture. When it was opened to the largest, the left eye saw a few pieces of wood drilled through the skin bones and spewed out bright red sprouts from the seeds under the clothes like broken soil. The smell of rust mixed with the smell of nausea and stimulated the thinning. Sense of smell and consciousness.
　　Thick-coated piles of feces—Thinking that he could not maintain continuous operation barely recognized the weapon that took his own life. The left hand, driven by unwillingness and anger, trembles to his chest and tries to save himself. The elves who stood on the edge of the trap and didn't think that the spies with their heads, torso, legs, and right arm all strung on the pile can accomplish that kind of difficult undertaking. Wait a little while, this unlucky egg will get him. Place.
　　 "Asshole with pointed ears...!!!"
　　 The only movable limb finally lost its strength halfway to the chest, softly resting on the intestines flowing out of the abdomen. After spitting out the red blood bubbles in the mouth and making the last words, there was no more sound from the trap.
　　 "Which one is this week? 9 or 10?"
　　Fixed the headband of long hair, Tyre's answer was stable and stable. There is no sympathy for malicious intruders. The rats who wield their daggers under the shadow lack the elements that make the elf teenagers feel. To prevent the decay of the body and cause the disease, after confirming that the spies have swallowed thoroughly, they are accustomed to cleaning up. Start to clean up the corpses and rearrange the traps.
　　 "Humans are really resilient, so many people are still happy about this kind of thing."
A spit on the corpse with its eyes hanging outside and its body completely turned into a colander. Rudoff. Schengen shook his head in disgust, and the continuous dispatch of the subordinates to death by human power made the short-haired elves completely incomprehensible. I also felt a little sick.
　　 "The pigs ignored the life of the soldiers under their control a long time ago, but they did not call the soldiers [animals] as directly as the orcs."
　　 seems to have contaminated the habit of vomiting from Li Lin, and Tyre spit out the enemy's grooving sharply. But Tierkoude is good, far from being as mean and unscrupulous as Li Lin's.
　　 One will succeed in a thousand bones. The ancient proverbs of straightforwardness in the East are always so sharp, but Li Lin has not translated this sentence into elven language, and everyone does not know the well-known saying.
　　 "Recently, spies have appeared more frequently, may some guys stare here to prepare for hands-on?"
　　 "There is no evidence to confirm this hypothesis. Black market merchants, nobles, sneaky priests-suspicious guys wandering outside the valley are more and more, maybe where are the hot-headed merchants who are looking for trouble."
　　 The cleaning and repairing work of the trap is almost completed. The corpses with holes are carefully wrapped, and will be incinerated later, the edge of the forest will restore the previous scenery, and the smell will gradually fade.
　　 "Close team."
　　 Finally confirmed that there were no omissions, Tyre and the companions of the evacuated quietly into the valley of Nifurheim.
　　The outer perimeter of the village was removed last month. The elves who had ample hands had planned to build a stone wall to replace it. Later, after discussion at the meeting, the one-line city wall defended the fetus.
Trenches, refusal of horses, and watchtowers... If you add a whole dozen of barbed wire and machine guns, a perfect trench museum can be opened. The elves who have no conditions to toss high-tech weapons finally come up with [under the current technical conditions to deal with local Conflict] three-dimensional defense system.
　　 "......4, 5, 6, there are 6 available in total."
　　 Freya, who was standing on the edge of the trench, was carelessly waving a charcoal pen. The newly-produced white paper was painted with a table, and a group of numbers was filled in the respective boxes. Opposite the petite girl, a group of sturdy men squatted on the ground with their heads down like a group of steers.
　　 "...too few."
　　 added the last new prisoner number without a name, and the charcoal pen stopped on the paper.
　　 Doll-like delicate and cute faces are completely occupied by dissatisfied and terrifying expressions.
　　 "Mr. Thor."
　　 The lips that sent the honorifics showed a terrible smile, and the bright and white tiger teeth made the elven teenager who had an absolute height advantage sit up and down.
　　 "Tor-Mr."
Mr. 　　 (Herr)'s respectful clang is powerful, and the big man who barely mentioned courage took the conversation carefully.
　　 "That, Freya, about the number of captives..."
　　 "Thor. Er. First born!"
　　The weightless weightless truncation excuses the inexplainable excuse, and the sneer of the lockout indicates that the storm is coming.
　　 "Yes! I am!"
　　 The body reflects, standing like a spear. Physiology is ready to bear before heart.
　　 "I don't care how much the waste is dead, in fact, we don't care much, but please pay attention to the current situation of labor shortage in mines and cotton fields!!"
　　Freia burst like a boiled kettle, and the hand clapping the form seemed to smash the stack of paper on poor Thor's face at any time.
　　 "I have the same responsibility to talk about the problem of captives, so don't blame Thor, Freya."
　　 "Max!"
　　 Seeing a glimmer of light from the impatient despair, Thor looked at the Savior with gratitude. Tyre returned with a helpless smile and continued to say:
　　 "I also missed, and finally can only drive the opponent into the trap. Recently, these are veterans, not so easy to catch alive like these, there is no way to be blamed."
He shrugged his shoulders to apologize, and in the direction of the corner of his mouth, the blood-soaked body bag passed in front of Freya and Thor in relief. The captives on the ground secretly glanced at the blood-red bag, and their eyes quickly Remain perpendicular to the ground.
　　 The next language I heard was still the elven language I learned, but the captives could not understand it at all.
　　 "Production efficiency is still very low, it is difficult to complete the target."
　　 "How about strengthening labor efficiency and extending working hours?"
　　 "No, the report submitted before was rejected. The reason is that it will only further widen the labor gap."
　　 "It is true that the current 12-hour work system is already unsustainable. To continue to strengthen the work intensity, sooner or later all have to be sent to incineration to make fertilizer, which is really nerve-wracking."
　　Unclear vocabulary, unpredictable content. It's like forcibly translating foreign language into elven language and instilling it into the ear to force memory.
Even so.
　　I don’t understand what the elves are talking about, and it doesn’t prevent anxiety from triggering some kind of alarm.
　　 "It's really naive to expect boys to relieve the burden of ladies. Well... Anyway, there are 6 that can be used than are not strong, in short-just use it together."
　　 put the hand between his eyebrows down, and the shifted eyes made the surviving captives fall into the ice cave.
　　 Unequal eyes;
　　 look at the items;
　　 Contempt eyes;
　　 indifferent eyes;
　　Looking at the eyes of 6 corpses.
　　 "Take them to a hard labor camp."
　　 waved paper with lines and figures, and the cold tone of waste disposal declared the future of the captives.
　　Work frees people (Arbeit.macht.Frei).
　　The signboard of the floral script was selected from a certain section of memory materials and jumped into reality, sitting on the door beam and standing high like a haunted judge looking at the new tenant of the hard labor camp.
Speaking of hard labor camps, it is actually more like a shanty town placed next to the mine. The scenery outside the wooden house is only more than an ordinary mountain foot cottage. There are more watch towers and a few young guards~EbookFREE.me~ barbed wire, high-voltage power grids, mines, Alsatian wolfhounds and black coat guards with submachine guns glanced at the prisoners like experimental animals. The tall chimney spewed burning smell and fly ash day and night. At night, a dazzling white beam of light repeatedly swept every corner of the camp...
It is the model of [Bai Fumei] and [Xiaoaojiao] in the similar facilities-with the same house number, the motto is [love shower room, love crematorium, love gold teeth, love skin, love hair, also love fat soap, Compared with the Auschwitz concentration camp with complete facilities, the hard labor camps in Niefelheim can only be classified as [Dwarf Poor]. There are no iconic gas chambers and crematoriums, nor the previous "luxury" configurations. The onlookers were unable to link it to the name of the "Budget Camp", and then doubted whether the facility at that location could effectively perform the function of holding prisoners in labor.
　　 "If you want to live, you have to work honestly."
　　 Standing on two stacked wooden boxes, the smile of the middle-aged gnome had a sense of excitement in the uprising. Increasing the height of sight still can't make the bought serfs and captured captives have a grayish face with a kind of sympathy, filled with strange joy. It looks like a child who has received a new toy or a peasant woman who finds that the hen has laid another nest of eggs.
　　Vulgar gnomes.
　　 The new occupants unceremoniously wrote the same comments in their hearts, with a look of strong contempt.
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