I attacked the Valkyrie in my dream

The meandering electric current went straight up the dagger, and a tingling sensation suddenly flooded the body.

The dagger fell into the snow, and she was completely subdued almost instantly, without any strength to resist.

When she was powerless and slumped to the ground, Bronya saw the attacker's face clearly.

Handsome, handsome, with an oriental face, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he has the confidence to control the overall situation.

It's him!

The target of this mission, the captain!

"How about it, are you surprised? The monitor of a mere cooking class actually took down the famous Ural Silver Wolf."

Gu Yan teased with a smile, "Actually, I'm quite curious, do you know my identity?"

"..."

"Looking at your expression, you know it? Then why did you come here to kill me?"

"Your army abducts and abets children, and trains them into killing tools."

"What about you? Didn't you also grow up from a child to become a famous Ural silver wolf... Isn't it? Miss Bronya."

The violently dilated pupils betrayed Bronya's inner thoughts, and she had no idea why the other party knew her name.

Gu Yan continued, "What if I say that I have never committed any of the crimes you think?"

"..."

Bronya fell into silence. This was a task assigned to her by her army. As an assassin trained by the organization, she had to complete the task regardless of the other party's identity and experience.

After a while, she choked out a word.

"You are a good person."

"A good person should be pointed at by you? Your three views seem to need me to recast."

Gu Yan walked towards the limp Bronya with a smile, her eyes showed a little unwillingness.

No matter how high-sounding the other party's words are and how wonderful the performance is, in this dark Siberia, a 12-year-old girl falls into the hands of others, and there are only two endings.

Either it is used as a killing tool, or it is used as a tool to vent desire.

She has already realized how miserable the first kind of fate is, and then the second kind will make life worse than death...

The man with a smile in front of him seemed to be a nightmare, consuming all the light, and Bronya was gradually engulfed by the darkness.

"Gu, you kill me!"

She closed her eyes as if accepting her fate, waiting for her tragic end.

"I have my own bottom line, and I will never kill children."

Gu Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I give you a chance, you can choose to follow me, or return to your army and return to your command, let's just pretend we haven't seen each other before."

"?"

Bronya opened her eyes blankly, her first reaction was how is this possible.

The man in front of him was still smiling, it didn't seem like he was joking.

She hesitated, not knowing how to make a decision for a while.

Reason told her that this was probably just a man's bad taste, to give hope first, and then destroy it severely.No matter how he chooses, he will turn into a crazy beast in the next moment, tearing up the hypocritical appearance.

But emotion told him that there was no hypocrisy in the man's words. He was just a moving toy in front of him, and it was not worth his lying about it.

Reason and emotion conflicted, and Bronya fell into a daze. She didn't make any reaction for a while, but just stood there blankly.

"It seems that you don't intend to follow me."

A disappointed and helpless expression appeared on the man's face: "It seems that my charm value is not high enough."

"Since you don't plan to follow me, it's up to you whether you plan to flee alone or return to the army..."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

With that said, the man turned and left on his own, and soon disappeared from Bronya's sight.

"..."

That's it, he's gone?

Bronya froze in place stupidly, not knowing what to say for a while.

For a long time, until the cold sweat all over my back dried up, I just woke up like a dream.

Gu Yan had already gone far away, and she wanted to run away at this moment. On the snow-covered ground, there was absolutely no possibility for the other party to catch up.

It turned out that what the other party said was actually true.

A trace of regret arose in Bronya's heart, regretting that she hadn't grasped that little possible hope.

But the matter has come to this point, she can only choose to return to the army base to report.

Although she doesn't know what will meet her, this seems to be her only choice.

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I want to change the word count of this book to 12w before Friday, everyone knows what that means.

Chapter 51 People who want to touch me, have you asked me?

"This wave, this wave is playing hard to get."

In the distance that Bronya couldn't see, Gu Yan looked at Bronya's leaving figure cheerfully.

Banya is not an idiot like Rosalia, and he has not directly tied the other party back to the orphanage like Cocolia, so words alone cannot directly convince the other party.

If you want to really conquer the other party and make Bronya listen to you, you need to use some special means to make her feel a little dependent on herself.

Undoubtedly, at the most critical moment of the opponent, it is the best method to come on the stage with a wave of heroes.

"Let's go, I went to the theater... I don't know where Cocolia's orphanage is."

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In the vast white snow, a petite figure walked alone on the snow, leaving footprints one after another.

At some point, the clear sky was slowly covered by dark clouds, and a little snow fell in the sky.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the severe cold was like a sharp dagger, as if it could pierce the chest and bone.

"It's so cold..."

Bronya frowned, and exhaled heat into her crossed palms, trying to warm herself in this way.

Her clothes were damaged during the battle just now, several big holes were left in the warm black stockings, and even the thick warm jacket was accidentally left on the scene.

The weather changed suddenly, clothes were left behind, and all kinds of unfavorable factors superimposed on each other. Even Bronya, who had a physique far beyond that of an adult, could not resist such severe cold.

At least he survived, didn't he?

She smiled self-deprecatingly, and took another step forward.

There is still a considerable distance from the army's garrison. If you don't hurry up and move forward at this moment, then later in the evening, what awaits her will be a bone-chilling winter night.

It is almost impossible for anyone to survive in Siberia at night without being equipped with a heat source.

Let's go.

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The cold wind was blowing, and the girl's clothes were stained with a layer of frost. Bronya used her survival knowledge to judge the direction in the whiteness.

Life is hard to find on the vast expanse of ice and snow. The gray-haired girl took every step with difficulty. Apart from the endless frost in front of her eyes, she could only hear the sound of her own footsteps.

it is good……

so lonely...

A feeling that I had never had before came to my heart, and a trace of surprise flashed in Bronya's heart.

As an assassin in the army, she has long been used to being alone, and the early death of her parents taught her to be independent.

The feeling of loneliness seems to have never been produced.

But now, this extremely suppressed negative emotion almost overwhelmed her.

Bronya bit her lip, and reason took over her brain again.

Assassins don't need emotions, and absolutely can't fall down here!

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Finally, at the moment when she was about to lose her physical strength, a camp stationed in a dense snow forest appeared in her sight.

Bronya limped towards it.

As soon as she approached, the patrolling soldiers immediately spotted her.

"Who? Stop!"

"it's me."

she said weakly.

At this time, Bronya's clothes were covered with a layer of frost and snow, and her delicate face was pale, as if she was about to fall down at any time.

Hearing the slightly familiar sound of milk, the soldiers just put away their weapons and let them go.

They didn't help it, but let it tremble from time to time in the ice and snow.

Gritting her teeth, Bronya dragged her stiff body into a tent.

A middle-aged officer was sitting by the fire and waiting.

"Report sir..."

She raised her hands with effort, saluting the officer.

The officer didn't pay attention to her immediately, still looking at the newspaper in his hand, and just when the other party was about to fall due to lack of energy, he glanced at Bronya from the corner of his eye.

Such a method can put great pressure on these young children, and it is his consistent method of enslaving and controlling them.

"How is the mission accomplished?"

"Mission...failed..."

Bronya hesitated for a moment, and finally told the outcome of the matter.

In this army, there were many children of her age, and most of them were trained as assassins.

It is normal for these children who are trained to be assassins to die during the mission, and more of them die from the torture of soldiers and officers after the mission fails.

But it doesn't matter, this kind of assassin is cheap and easy to use, it only needs a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of soup to feed them, and after one batch dies, they can immediately start cultivating the second batch.

Bronya knows very well that even if she is the famous Ural Silver Wolf, she will never be able to escape the "punishment" of the army after the mission fails.

For this army, she is just a relatively easy-to-use tool.

As for things like tools, when the service life reaches the limit, there will naturally be new ones to replace it.

"fail?"

Sure enough, the officer's face showed a bit of surprise, and then became gloomy again.

He said coldly: "Zaycek, you should know what happens if you fail the mission!"

"..."

Bronya was silent.

She knew that no matter how she defended herself, the person in front of her would never show any mercy.

This "punishment" cannot be escaped no matter what.

"Don't talk, right... Zajcek, you are very brave!" The officer's face was sullen, and he shouted towards the outside of the tent: "Come on, bring me my leather whip!"

As soon as the words fell, a soldier trotted over immediately, and sent a leather whip with both hands.

The leather whip was extremely dirty, and coagulated blood almost covered every place on the whip.

Undoubtedly, these are the bloodstains of the children, some of them have already become whipped ghosts, and some have left irreversible injuries.