Sentinel is not good

When Zhang Mu woke up, the sky was still gray.Two centuries ago there were only 24 hours in a day, now there are 27, long before full daylight.It was this kind of ash before half light, like a sandstorm, dry and hot, mixed with the smell of a lot of burning wood.

The refugees are ordinary people, they have not awakened as sentries or guides, and have no chance to enter the mobile base.Migrating in the desert, survival is very difficult.

He has the leader's big leather tent, a beautiful and capable wife, a son and a daughter, and he has to lead the brothers in the camp to hunt and find opportunities to plant every day, but these are not the most important.

A leader who convinces everyone must be most familiar with the weather.No matter men or women, as long as they can judge from the clouds, wind, sand and water quality when the storm is coming and in which direction it will move, that person is the leader of the camp.

When the sun is strong, it is hot enough to sweat, but without sunshine, the desert is another cold face. Zhang Mu opened the tent and went out to have a look. The bonfire had already been extinguished, and the big log turned into black charcoal with a slight residual temperature.But the child was gone.

Where can a little half-blind go?Zhang Mu's heart skipped a beat.

Even he didn't have the energy to raise another child. There were nearly a thousand people in the camp, let alone someone who took Song Jian into the tent.One more person means one more mouth to eat. If the child is in good health, the refugees may feel sympathetic and become an adopted son, and they will wait for Song Jian to return it in the future.

But his useless eyes, like a scimitar, cut off his way of life deeply.No one will raise a disabled person.

He couldn't find it anywhere, Zhang Mu thought, he had run away.

It doesn't matter if you run far away, if you really freeze to death, and it's not in front of your eyes, just treat it as nothing.If you really stiffen in front of your tent, you will inevitably feel sad for a while.

There was a sudden movement in the turf tens of meters away.The light was not enough, so Zhang Mu could only get closer and gradually see clearly.

The light gray wolves are pressing on something, one on the left and the other on the right, with a small bulge protruding.They were just grown-up wolves, their coat color hadn't darkened yet, and they weren't too vigilant. They snuggled up to each other, but they looked like a big furry mass.

Startled by Zhang Mu's footsteps, a wolf opened its beak and yawned. There was no sign of attacking, but it just changed its posture.It planed randomly on the turf, and when it got up, it showed a pair of small dirty feet under the belly hair.After finding a good posture, it fell down again.

Zhang Mu approached slowly, not daring to underestimate the wolf's intelligence.They are intelligent and, like humans, assess the situation before attacking.I am alone, and they are currently in a large group, and will not attack non-threatening intruders for the time being.

Zhang Mu wanted to get closer to see if the child they were holding down was Song Jian, or Song Jian's corpse, but the pack of wolves didn't wake up, but woke up the wolf cub instead.

The boy was leaning on a pillow, but his ears caught the ground shaking, and he rolled over and fell to the ground.His posture is very strange, his hands are flat on the sand, his chin is hidden very low, one leg is arched in front of his chest, and the other leg is extended.

The defensive wait-and-see posture is obviously a child, but the muscles have grown, and the figure is tight.What a wolf cub, the soul of a wild wolf has entered a human body, and it can bleed with one bite.

I don't know how to dress either.

"Face, does it hurt?" Zhang Mu squatted down and asked.Yesterday, Fan Yu's punch just happened to hit the wolf cub on the cheek, and today it's all swollen.But if it wasn't for this punch, the wolf cub would have bit off a piece of flesh from Fan Yu's hand.

The boy tilted his head, sniffed the air, and guarded the wolf behind him.

"Ask you, face..." Zhang Mu pointed to his cheek, "Does it hurt?"

The boy didn't understand, but seeing that Zhang Mu didn't intend to invade the territory, he just lay down in the wolf pile again, squinted his eyes, and looked at him on his stomach.

Seeing that the boy is so flexible, he probably didn't have any major problems.Besides food, the most scarce thing is medicine.Zhang Mu has nothing to do with the wolf cub, he is too wolfish, and it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to integrate into the human community.His eyelids are always drooping and drooping, but the moment he turns them up to stare at someone, it's like staring at prey.

I am not familiar with it, I can't speak, and my personality is too ruthless.They will kill when they grow up, so it's better to clear them as soon as possible, otherwise they will be a threat to the camp if they stay.

Must be cleared.

When Song Jian woke up, he felt that it was already dawn.The eyes are not completely blind, and can distinguish between light and dark.It was very warm around me, warmer than ever before.Even covered with blankets before, the calf is still cold.Not only is it not cold today, but it is also a little hot.

"Mom?" Song Jian was hungry, and stretched out his hand to touch the lord, first he was startled by the hairy thing next to his face, then he touched the fangs, and then he touched the sharp claws.Immediately afterwards, my jaw ached, and so did the soles of my feet.

Song Jian stared, unable to see clearly, and then remembered that he had no home yesterday.He's not in his parents' tent, this is another camp.

I have no tents, no blankets, and now I am called Song Jian.

Suddenly, a strong force knocked him down. Before Song Jian could see the shape of the figure, he felt the long hair falling on his face.

It's long, not soft, but a little hard. Last night, I slept with it for a long time. It's Brother Little Wolf's long hair.

There was another hot breath on the neck, and the boy began to smell him.Song Jian was no longer afraid of him, but a little afraid of these wolves.The size of the desert wolf is very large. He heard from his parents that an adult wolf can run with people on its back. If it encounters a pack of wolves, there is no hope of surviving.

The boy continued to smell him, and grabbed his clothes with his hands, as if he wanted to take them off. Song Qian grabbed him lightly, with big gray eyes. "Brother Wolf, don't scratch me, I want to wear clothes."

The boy squatted down and tilted his head to listen.

"Is it... Brother Little Wolf? Is it Brother Little Wolf?" Song Jian seemed to be leaning on a wolf, and the wolf moved its ears, just touching his ear bone.

The boy tilted his head the other way and continued listening.The wolf doesn't wear clothes, and Song picking up the cloth on his body annoys him.

Song Jian could only see his silhouette, and when he was squatting, the whole shadow was not too big.He was scared again, he was thrown here alone, he didn't know anyone, he wanted to reach out and touch someone, as long as he could touch someone, it would be better if that person didn't beat him, but let him touch and stick to him.As a result, just as the tip of the finger touched the boy, the boy was startled and ran away at once.

As soon as he ran, all the wolves around him woke up.

The wolves made a big noise when they got up. They flicked their hair around Song Jian, stretched their forelimbs, yawned with their sharp mouths open, and sniffed Song Jian's face one by one.

There was a similar smell, they licked their fangs, and ran to the wolves not far away.

The surroundings were empty, Song Jian sat alone in a daze, and passed the night, not knowing what was waiting for him today.The temperature began to warm up, and the heat climbed up little by little. Song Jian wanted to pee, and touched a stone along the grass, and stood up tightly.

Even a small stone is still a weapon. Song Jian poked forward with his scarred feet until he reached the weeds, and slowly took off his pants.

Two thighs covered with pinch marks were exposed, and two small buttocks were exposed. Song Jian kept holding on to his stone and refused to let go for a moment.He was young, but already terrified and didn't want to die.

It was dawn, and people kept coming out of the tents, starting fires and boiling water for cooking, in preparation for today's transfer.Fan Yu roasted some potatoes in the tent, cut a piece of lizard meat, and brought it out to find the wolf cub.

"Hey!" He yelled loudly several times, not because he didn't want to name the wolf cub, but because the little beast is so inhuman, he doesn't respond to anything.A wall like yellow sand rose in the sky in the distance, Fan Yu yelled a few more times, and a boy with loose black hair rushed over, still in the posture of a wolf.

"You are a fucking human being, put on your clothes earlier, and walk earlier!" Fan Yu threw potatoes to him one by one, and then threw meat, "If you learn how to be human, you should help me with work."

The boy's face was covered with hair, dirty, took the food and ran away.

After urinating, Song Jian quickly shook his small things and pulled up his pants.He had nowhere to go, and he didn't know anyone. He followed the shadow in front of him and walked towards the light, and accidentally bumped into someone.

"Ouch." Song Jian didn't forget to lift the stone when he fell, no matter who it was, he came up and said, "Don't hit me."

"It's me." Zhang Mu just got busy and informed everyone to pack up the tent.He didn't expect that Song Jian, a child with a big life and a hard life, survived the whole night.

Song Jian was picked up, and his eyes were blind.Just as Zhang Mu helped stabilize the man, he lifted Song Jian's chin, wanting to see the blood scab, when he was hit suddenly, and the force came from his lower back.

Like being hit by a horse or something, it was knocked away in a rampage.Zhang Mu turned his head and saw the wolf cub with a potato in his mouth, whining at him in a low voice.The corner of the mouth is still bloody, he should have just finished eating raw meat.

Song Jian heard the whining sound, and hurried over: "Brother Little Wolf? Is it you? If you say something, I'm afraid."

A little half-blind, a wolf cub who doesn't even wear clothes, seems to have exchanged names overnight and became friends. Zhang Mu only thought they were fun and strange, so he stayed away from the wolf cubs' attack range.

The boy first lay on Song Jian's shoulder, sniffed his chin carefully, and made sure that there was no other person's smell, then his stiff mouth moved: "Choi."

"Call me?" Song Jian grabbed his arm, "Did you call me?"

"Pick up." But the boy just repeated monotonously: "Pick up."

This is calling himself, Song Jian is close to him, he must be next to him to be at ease, and suddenly touches a potato on the ground, it is still hot.He picked it up and was about to chew it when the back of his hand was slapped hard again.

The potato fell to the ground and rolled several meters.The boy ran over to pick it up, squatted back beside Song Jian, and ate it with big mouthfuls.A satisfied swallow sounded in his throat.

Song Jiankong sniffed the fragrance and swallowed. "Brother Wolf, give me a bite, I'm hungry too."

"You wait for him." Zhang Mu said next to him, "He is not a human, but a wolf, and wolves have different levels. He picked you up, and he thought you were also a wolf, with a lower status than him, so he could only eat him." leftover food."

Song Jian was stunned for a moment, sure enough, when Brother Little Wolf was almost finished eating, he stuffed half a potato into his mouth, and he still used his mouth to feed him.Song Jian quickly opened his mouth wide and ate it as soon as he offered it. After a while, the boy ran away again, and came back with a potato in his mouth. He ate it first, and then gave it to Song Jian after eating half of it.

"I picked it up, I picked it up." The boy called him, took a bite and fed it with his mouth.Wolves never give up on their companions and will hunt and feed their weak companions.

Zhang Mu watched from the side, unable to intervene.The high-ranking wolves used their mouths to deliver food to the low-ranking wolves, and the wolf cub really regarded Song Jian as his kind.These two children are a big trouble in the camp, the wolf cubs had better be removed as soon as possible, Song Jian... can only resign himself to fate.

He can't see clearly, so there is probably no cure, unless he has a chance to wake up and become a sentinel in the future.Sentinel's sensory abilities will be greatly enhanced with the awakening, perhaps this is the only way for Song Jian to restore his vision.

There was still a lot of work in the camp, so Zhang Mu left a tin kettle and left.

The boy saw the water bottle, and when Zhang Mu left, he picked it up and twisted the cap.Song Jian heard the water in the kettle sloshing and reached out to drink it, but was beaten again.

"Brother Little Wolf, don't beat me, you drink first." Song Jian was full, scratching in the sand with his dirty hands, listening to the boy beside him.After waiting for a while, the water bottle was stuffed to his mouth, Song Jian quickly raised his face and asked the boy to feed him water.

A few drops of water flowed onto his chin, causing Song Jian to hiss and pant in pain.

The boy listened to him panting, and moved his nose to the wound, smelling the blood.Song Jian still felt the pain, so he turned away from letting him smell it, and only heard the boy barking strangely a few times, like a wolf, calling for his companions.

Really, a few wolves surrounded him, and Song Jian sat down among the pack of wolves to rest after eating and drinking, but suddenly he couldn't find Brother Little Wolf.

Zhang Mu was helping his wife dismantle the tent, and the wood and hemp rope had to be put away. He was holding a pile of firewood, turned around, and the wolf cub was squatting not far away with his water bottle in his mouth, looking straight at his home. .

He was a big man, and he was taken aback.

"Looking for me?" Zhang Mu asked his wife to back off first. The boy was so aggressive that he could kill a woman. He quietly touched the gun bag, which contained a pistol. "Return the water bottle? Or...is there not enough water?"

The boy spat out the kettle to him, stared at his wife, then at Zhang Mu: "It hurts."

"What?" Zhang Mu couldn't understand.The trigger has been touched, maybe this boy should not be taken in. Many people in the camp are afraid of him and hope to shoot the wolves sooner.If you really need to clear it, it's best to do it now.

The boy was digging the soil on the spot, very irritable, his long hair was blown away by the wind, revealing a small face that was not very attractive.He has very bushy eyebrows and eyelashes, and then uses his right hand like a human, pointing at the position of the face strangely. "Pick up, I, pick up, it hurts."

Zhang Mu suddenly realized that the wolf cub had come to ask for medicine.Before he knew it, he let go of the trigger again, and a thought shocked him.

This child can learn human language and understand human emotions. The way he came to ask for medicine made Zhang Mu cancel his plan to eliminate him.