Pastor of Tomorrow's Ark

Perhaps, he was not suitable to be a leader.

But now, he has no choice but to become the leader... because everyone hopes that someone can lead them out.

However, even though Big Bear didn't speak, Petrova could still feel his complex emotions.

"Don't think too much, captain, you don't need to have too much psychological burden." Petrova grabbed the big bear's hands and held them in her own palm, "We were all lucky enough to be picked up from the hands of death." took a life."

"There's nothing to fear anymore..."

"...Thank you." Big Bear and Petrova stood by the fire for a long time holding hands.

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Sleeping is a problem.

Humans are not fit to sleep directly in the wilderness.

Even if there are boulders that can block the wind and a fire, it will still be shivering with cold.

The number of tents is obviously not enough.

Fortunately, it is impossible for all the exiles to fall asleep at the same time.

There must be a watchman.

They need to be alert to the dangers that may appear at any time.

Also, they need to make sure that the fire will not go out and that fuel must be added at all times.

So Big Bear divided the whole group of exiles into two groups.

One batch is responsible for the first half of the night.

The other side is responsible for the second half of the night.

Of course, Big Bear let them rest for those who were seriously injured. With their spirit, they were obviously not suitable for vigil.

Those who can only work hard to pay more for their health

In the whole team, except for the wounded, there was only one person who could sleep for a whole night.

That is Petrova who will be leaving alone tomorrow.

She needs enough sleep to face the "headed up wilderness" starting the next day

journey of.

The rest determined the order of the vigil by drawing lots.

Big Bear got the lottery for the second half of the night, which means he can take a good rest in the first half of the night.

Every minute of sleep is worth cherishing.

So Big Bear didn't waste any time, he got into the tent directly after arranging the follow-up work.

Although it is a tent, it is a rather rough product, made of sticks and some tarpaulins.

Some exiles didn't even have tents to sleep in. They used the large shields of heavily armored soldiers to prop up beside the boulder, forming a simple shed.

Fortunately, the tower shields of these heavily armored warriors are relatively thick and large, which can cover them from the howling cold wind at night.

There was no cup, and the ground was cold and hard. Big Bear found a bunch of clothes and used it as a pillow.

However, he who had been exhausted for a long time had already fallen asleep.

Big Bear had a dream.

In the dream, members of the Yeti team kept leaving him.

First Young, then Petrova.

One after another, they gradually drifted away, gradually being swallowed by the surrounding fog, and disappeared from his vision.

Big Bear wanted to run after it, but found that he seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move at all.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't even make a sound.

I can only silently watch them disappear in front of me one by one...

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Suddenly woke up, it was still pitch black outside.

Big Bear got out of the tent.

His back was covered with cold sweat, and it wasn't until he woke up that he realized that what happened before was all a nightmare.

"call--"

Taking a breath of the cold air, Big Bear slowly calmed down.

"Captain, it's not time yet."

The Phantom Crossbow, who was in charge of rotating vigils with Big Bear, pointed at the terminal.

The power of some communication terminals is not exhausted, and they rely on these electronic products that have lost their signal to keep time.

There is obviously still some time before the rotation vigil, which means that Bear can still sleep for a while.

"No, you should rest early."

Big Bear waved his hand, sat down beside the fire, and added a piece of firewood into it.

The firewood was ignited slowly, and the flames obviously shot upwards.

It's still early before dawn...

PS1: hololive, don’t watch it...md, recently lgd and holo have pissed me off

Chapter 518 Parting and Departure

(Fanwai is suitable for letting yourself go, and I want to add any weird ideas to it.)

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The wilderness is dead silent at night.

The chatter of some night watchmen came to my ears.

It seems to be close to the ear, and it seems to be far away.

"Phew—the weather is really cold..."

The phantom crossbowman who was replaced by the big bear rubbed his hands and sat down by the fire again.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Big Bear asked as he warmed up to the fire.

The man nodded and said:

"I'll sit for a while, and I can't fall asleep."

"it is good."

After a moment of silence, Big Bear didn't refuse, but added a few more sticks of firewood to the fire.

The two sat together quietly, but they didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Captain, would you like a cigarette?"

As if to ease the atmosphere, the phantom crossbowman took out a cigarette from his arms and handed it to Big Bear.

This is the paper cigarette that can be found in any shop in any mobile city in Ursus.

Now, the rolling paper wrapping the tobacco is torn, and even the tobacco inside is damp.

However, for exiles, having a cigarette is already very good.

"Thank you."

Big Bear subconsciously took the cigarette, lit it, and took a puff carefully.

"Cough cough—cough cough."

Then, the big bear was choked by the smoke and coughed.

"Is this the first time Captain to smoke?" The phantom crossbowman beside him patted Big Bear on the back with some amusement.

"Haven't smoked much before—perhaps a few times a long time ago, but I've long since forgotten what it smelled like."

After coughing for a while and drinking some water, Big Bear finally recovered.

Materials are scarce on the Northwest Ice Sheet, and tobacco and alcohol are quite luxuries, so naturally there is no opportunity to develop this hobby.

"Well, Faust didn't allow us to smoke before--said it would burn our eyes."

"We just do it secretly, taking turns when we're out on patrol - but he always catches us."

"His nose is amazing!"

The phantom crossbowman sat next to Big Bear, as if he was addicted to talking on his own, and he didn't care whether Big Bear wanted to hear it or not, so he just started talking in a rambling manner.

He just held back his words and wanted to find someone to talk to.

"As for now—we can suck as much as we like. The man who was in charge of us is gone."

"call--"

Enough tears have been shed before, enough people have been lost, and the phantom crossbowman feels a little numb.

Big Bear was like a speechless stone, listening to Phantom Crossbowman's words patiently, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Captain, you should also smoke less...it's not good for your health."

As he spoke, the phantom crossbowman took the cigarette in Big Bear's hand, extinguished it, and threw it into the fire.

"Well, you talk a lot, so try not to smoke if you can." Big Bear nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for staying with me for so long—I'm going to bed first."

After talking to someone, the phantom crossbowman seemed to feel better. After saying goodbye to the big bear, he slowly got into the narrow tent.

That's how people need each other.