Chapter 1 When you wake up from a dream

Bo Qiang woke up from his dream and saw a blond man with a bloody dagger in his hand at the first sight, squatting in front of him and smirking at himself.
Lying on the grass on his back, I have a splitting headache. I want to struggle to sit up, but I have no strength at all. It is full of horse manure and blood smell around me. Bo Qiang wants to ask where this is, but somehow it is like stuffing an apple into my throat, and I can’t say anything.
Is the man holding a dagger toward BoJiang said a series of strange language looked at his face covered with purple and black mucus seems to be harmless.
The huge roar made the land tremble like a hill. A giant rhinoceros appeared in Boqiang’s field of vision. The rhinoceros had two giant rhinoceros horns on its head. The longest one was more than two meters long, and its muddy eyes looked as big as a washbasin. Its huge nostrils could be stuffed into a basketball. It was tied with several heavy chains, and a huge wooden box hung with those chains like a package.
Boom … boom … boom’
Watching the giant rhinoceros step out of a series of deep pits in the soil of four thick thighs from the side.
Only in dreams do you want to talk, but also in dreams do you see so many strange things …
Bo Qiang tried to take two deep breaths while lying on the grass. Although his chest was like a huge stone, his whole lungs were burning and painful, but he thought it was a dream and tried to close his eyes.
I closed my eyes and ushered in, not darkness and didn’t wake up from my sleep.
He found himself floating in a virtual space, with several stars flashing around him.
When he was floating in the air, he looked around, counting snowflakes, and pieces of paper fell down one after another. Every piece of paper was like a firefly flying back and forth around his body in a summer night.
He consciously reached out and touched a scrap of paper floating in front of him, and a strange feeling came into his mind from the fingertips.
That’s … clear or blurred photos, just like some discontinuous film, which together can form a dynamic picture, but the images in the picture are even more strange.
Bo Qiang touched a few pieces of flying scraps of paper, which would disappear immediately when they touched his hand.
And every piece of flying scraps of paper has a short short image. These images look more like some memories, which are constantly being integrated into Bo Qiang’s mind to make him miserable.
It is said that if people sleep too dead, they are easy to get trapped in some terrible nightmares, and then they can give themselves some psychological hints and forcibly wake themselves up.
Bo Qiang wanted to give himself a big mouth so that he could wake up quickly. He raised his hand and slapped himself hard. First, his palm crossed his face. It seems that he was still in a dream.
By this time, many memento mori had flown into Boqiang’s body. Although he didn’t understand all this for the time being, he was accepting the knowledge at an imaginary speed. Of course, the fastest way to master it was strange language. Although these languages also came from the throat, it was obvious that the way of speaking before Boqiang was different.
At school, Bo Qiang’s biggest headache was that he was forced to learn a foreign language in such a strange way in foreign language class. Although he had a splitting headache, the effect was surprisingly good.
I felt someone slapping his face and heard someone calling him in a strange tone.
Bo Qiang’s heart was full of joy, and those memento mori disappeared little by little. He forced himself to open his eyes again …
This time, Boqiang saw a group of soldiers in medieval European armor, blond men and so on.
……
Surdak squatted beside Boqiang and said to his companion, "He’s not stupid, is he?"
Bo Qiang actually understood that man’s language.
You are stupid! Your family is stupid!’
Bo Qiang really wants to spray it back like this, but these words come to his mouth and block his throat again, but he can’t make a sound, as if he had a root in his throat and couldn’t make these tones.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a car, and my bones are like falling apart. With my pulse beating, I feel that Bo Qiang may faint again at any time. This feeling is not like a dream.
It happened that in front of me, all this was accepted by myself.
……
Surdak, veteran Sam and ten other comrades-in-arms belong to the second squad of the sixth squadron of the fourth brigade of the 57th Heavily Armored Infantry Regiment.
Sam is the captain of the second team.
Surdak has excellent skinning skills, so these eleven people stand out as the vice captain of the second team.
When the woodland on the northern slope of Surdak cleaned the battlefield, the body of the evil spirits turned out to be dying.
Bo Qiang has no identity nameplate, which means that Bo Qiang has no identity and is not dressed in the 57th heavy armor infantry regiment, and even his weapons and shields are missing. Such a person can’t be a soldier of the 57th regiment, so the logistics personnel of the fourth brigade don’t want Bo to seize a limited number of scooters.