Sword and Magic and Taxi

As a popular man of letters in the army, Tolkien received special attention and had a tent of his own. This kind of treatment is usually only available to battalion commanders. But if he wants to keep his tent, he has to do one thing for all his soldiers: write them letters.

Zhao Mai has read the letter he wrote. It is concise, concise and full of emotion. A few simple common words can form an artistic conception, just like a sketch in a painting. He does not use complex and profound words. Although the expression will be more moving and accurate, it also increases the difficulty of reading. At the same time, he also wrote telegrams for the soldiers. In a situation where every letter is charged, his knowledge of words can truly demonstrate value.

Besides here, I will also write letters to soldiers in other armies. Now do you know why I can enter and leave the camp freely? Tolkien put down his pencil, rubbed his sore wrist, and looked back at Zhao Mai behind him. . He had been sitting cross-legged on the ground motionless for more than two hours. At first Tolkien thought this was some kind of strange sleeping posture, but later he undoubtedly discovered that Zhao Mai was not asleep and could still answer his questions, so he immediately named this state trance and recorded it in his portable inspiration notebook.

When will we go to England? Zhao Mai returned from the green dream and resumed normal breathing. Practicing the use of the Force near a battlefield made him uncomfortable, like forcing himself to eat next to a smelly garbage dump. But in the military camp, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had nothing else to do except meditate and enter the green dream. I have seen too many battlefields, and now I just want to go to the island and stay for a while. What are your plans?

We will set off in three days, passing through Paris, and heading to Le Havre. If everything goes well, you will be on the ferry to England within twenty days. Tolkien was confident: We will disembark in Portsmouth , and then go north to London. But I would very much like to invite you to my home in Oxford. Edith makes the best apple pie in the world.

In other words, after three days you will have nothing to do in the military camp and you can make your own plans, including going home?

That's right. The postman will come the morning after tomorrow and collect all the letters, so I don't have to go around to help them carry the letters. What's wrong?

Nothing, it's fine. I'm thinking I can just drive you away. Besides, I'm very willing to visit your home. It would be too cruel if I can't reunite you with your wife before going to the magic school. The strait is not very deep, let alone very far. THE·CHE can just drive across it from the bottom of the sea. And wouldn't there be undersea tunnels between Britain and France in later generations?

Thank you for your understanding. But now I'm starting to have a headache again. Should I tell Edith about this? Tolkien lit the pipe for himself. The fire flickered brightly and dimly, and the smoke rose. I can't imagine that if I come home and tell her: Honey, I'm going to learn magic and become a wizard. Will she be greeted with a hug or a face full of tea.

I only care about the temperature of the tea. Zhao Mai and Tolkien laughed together.

While they were chatting, there was a noise outside. Caught a spy! Traitor! someone shouted outside. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Mai heard a sound like a wolf's roar and the bang of the gun butt hitting his head.

Reserve Li stood up, turned his ears, and then lay down again. It said it was not a wolf. Xiao Hua, wearing black pajamas, yawned and walked out of the flower pot. Isn't it dawn yet?

It's almost dark! Zhao Mai shook his head. Since Westeros, Xiaohua has been practicing sharing body control with Hodor, so she is always very tired and often falls asleep. But there are also benefits to this. She can persist in Ado's body longer and longer, and Ado is getting more and more accustomed to it. In the past he was carrying Bran on his back, now he is holding the flowerpot.

Mike, what kind of spy do you think would imitate howling like a wolf after being caught? Tolkien suddenly said, I suddenly thought of werewolves. Are you interested in checking them out?

Werewolf? It is indeed possible. Let's go together! Zhao Mai stood up immediately. Behind him followed a group: Reserve Liang, Ado and Dogyan, who always moved together.

They opened the tent and saw a group of French soldiers escorting a strong, shirtless man. Only his trousers could be seen to be the uniform of the Canadian Army. This was a young man with equally developed muscles and hair. Although he was tightly bound by iron chains, it still took four people to barely control his movements.

Look! His wound is recovering! God, this is a devil! A soldier shouted in horror: Priest! Father! Someone hurry up and notify the priest!

Where are there so many devils in the world?! Major Rupert, the camp's supreme commander, said: Put him in an iron cage in the military kennel and send three people to guard him day and night. If he dares to escape or If he causes trouble, shoot him.

Asshole, shoot me if you can! the man roared: Come on! I don't want to live anyway, so shoot me in the head!

Crazy. The major shook his head, with a trace of pity in his eyes. However, he still said: Lock him up and let him calm down. Who caught him then? Report to my office immediately. I want to know the details.

The cage used for confinement is not large. It is actually prepared for large military dogs. It would be very cramped to imprison people. The man who was imprisoned calmed down. The chains were removed from his body, but he still had handcuffs on his hands. Two soldiers looked at him with long guns in their hands: Don't play tricks! Spies will only be tried. If you try to escape, you will be killed. You know what to choose!

You don't have the guts to hit me. The man sneered: I suggest you better let me go, otherwise I will definitely break your necks when I leave.

A soldier raised his gun and prepared to give him a butt, while the man in the cage showed his neck and waited for him: Come on, use some strength, little girl!

There is no need to be as knowledgeable as a madman. Another guard advised: He is just afraid of the torture of trial and does not have the courage to commit suicide, so he wants to use our hands to complete it. Hey, Mr. Tolkien, you are here!

I came to see the prisoners and collect some material for my press release. Tolkien said with a smile: This is really an idiot. There are no Canadian troops around at all. It's strange that he ran out dressed like this and not been caught!

Who says it's not? said the guard: I heard from Donald that this idiot was wearing a Canadian military uniform, but when he saw us he turned around and ran away, as if we were Germans. I think he forgot the role he was going to play. , that’s why he was so stupid! Donald shot him and knocked him down. But I didn’t see the gunshot wound, so Donald must have been bragging, and he was scared to the ground, a coward, haha!”

Ignorant bastard! said the man in the cage: You are dead!

Prisoner, shut up!

I will not be a prisoner forever. The man tugged hard on the handcuffs, and then said with a smile: Remember my name, James Logan Howlett, I am your death!