Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

An hour and a half later, at the Charleston train station, the station master refused to allow them to board the train with a full load of medicines and bandages until Rhett showed Mr. Bullock's pass.

The station master murmured and ordered the workers to load the supplies on the train, and at the same time reluctantly expressed respect for their patriotism, although it was such an unlucky moment-the moment when Charleston was surrounded and bombarded by the federal army.

They squeezed into the train and struck up conversation with the officers sitting next to them.When the officers saw Rhett pull a bottle of 20-year-old Bahamian rum from his handbag, they immediately decided that the well-dressed citizen was definitely not a bad guy.When Rhett suggested a game of cards, the officers immediately regarded him as a life-and-death ally.

The train is staggered with the rising sun in the east, and runs westward all the way.When the white sun was hanging overhead, Rhett made the group of officers lose everything, but he generously invited everyone to drink the best rum, and received the warmest welcome.

What a guy with excess energy... He is already a 33-year-old man, but after a night of nervous tension, he can still play cards when he should, joke when he should, and win a bunch of money in a clear and orderly manner. Confederate currency on blank paper.

Scott, 17, yawned and fell asleep in his seat.

Rhett put down the playing cards in his hand, and he took off his coat to cover his companion who fell asleep as soon as he put it on the backrest, with a tenderness Scott had never seen in his eyes.

As night fell, the train rolled into Georgia, and the officers, who were so used to the Chinese in the 21st century, immediately rushed to the nearest tavern—even though they had already drunk the rum that Rhett selflessly shared— Rhett found Rufus Bullock at the Southern Express office.

Bullock came to the South before the war to oversee the construction of the Atlanta Rail Express.During the war, he was responsible for coordinating the Confederate telegraph system and delivering military pay.Although a Northerner, he was appointed acting superintendent of the Confederate Railroad and even received the Confederate rank of lieutenant colonel.He never wore a uniform, because the war that divided the North and the South seemed to Bullock no different than ordinary business.

Rhett was an old friend of his, and he left a case of wine casually on Bullock's office desk.

"God, Rhett! You can get that kind of bad luck?"

"Barrel aged, twenty years. Without your pass, Rufus, we'd never get out of Charleston, including this case of your favorite rum."

The wine was treasured and hidden in the drawer.

"I understand that Captain Butler's errand this time is to deliver military supplies. I often ask myself, how much money can you make transporting military supplies?"

"I made a lot of money from our great Southern patriots. But this time I'm reformed, Rufus, and this time the medicine and bandages were pro bono Atlanta hospitals. And I'm quitting, never No more blockade smuggling."

"Where's your equally famous friend 'Sea Wolf'?"

"Sleeping in a train bumpier than the sea like a real 17-year-old."

"17 years old? God! Hasn't the second young master of the O'Hara family been famous for many years? If old Rufus' memory is not bad, little O'Hara made his name in the Atlantic Ocean before the war. ?”

"Don't call yourself old, Rufus, or I'll be buried in a coffin. Put me on the Atlanta rail and give me a car."

"You're going to give me a hard time, Rhett."

"I know you, Rufus, there's nothing you can't do on the Georgia train line."

He hugged the sleeping Scott and boarded the train bound for Atlanta.

Rhett sat among the medicines and bandages, with Scott resting on his strong thighs.He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but after looking at the peaceful and lovely face like a kitten, he changed his mind again.

Every jump of the piston, every turn of the wheel, and every roar of the engine echoed Rhett's heartbeat.

"You're a timid coward, Rhett Butler." He smiled self-deprecatingly, and caressed the boy's cheek with his fingers unconsciously.

Surrounded by quinine, tincture of iodine, potions and bandages, in the bumpy and roaring freight car, the exhausted Scott fell asleep on his companion's lap. his face.

The train is coming in.

After the sound of the creaking brakes completely disappeared, Rhett carried the kitten who seemed to be unable to wake up from sleep, and walked down the platform smoothly, got into a taxi, and sent Scott back to Petty on Peachtree Street. Aunt's empty house.

He condescendingly visited the hospital, and politely informed Dr. Meade that a whole carload of bandages and medicines was waiting for them at the train station.

"You're so kind, Captain Butler!" A wounded young soldier wrapped in rags like a mummy waved his arms at him. "The Yankees will never get into Atlanta."

Rhett looked at the gray but hopeful face, as young as Scott, and felt that he was 1000 years old in an instant.

Clutching his trendy wide-brimmed Panama hat, he walked briskly out of the hospital, where the wounded were mounting.Rhett was standing on the steps of the hospital when he heard the gunfire from Kennesaw Mountain.

The sound of the guns was distant and faint, but faintly discernible, like thunder before a summer rainstorm.Occasionally, a loud cannon can even overwhelm the hustle and bustle of cars and horses at noon.

He shook his head, put on his hat, and stepped into the flood of people on the street.

"Are you awake, my green-eyed kitten?" Rhett held a bottle of rum in his left hand and a goblet in his right, "Would you like a sip of wine to refresh yourself?"

Scott stretched his waist and said refreshedly: "The cup is yours, and the bottle is mine."

The light in the house was getting darker and darker, and the clouds were gathering overhead, and the drizzle was beating on the dusty windows, and the sound of drums and flutes was drizzled into the ears.

"Damn it!" Scott jumped up from the bed, threw down the bottle and ran out. "The militia and self-defense forces are about to move!"

"'Governor Joe Brown's Baby'?"

"Not darlings, but Uncle Henry, Mr. Merriwat, and Mr. John Wilkes!" His words were lost in the sound of cannon and music.

As Sherman pressed on, General Johnston retreated repeatedly, and the militia troops and local self-defense forces finally left their backyards to defend the bridge and ferry behind the position.Dark clouds covered the sky, and the team passed through Pentagon Square. People from all over the city braved the drizzle to see them off. Under the eaves outside the pavements on both sides of Peachtree Street, densely packed citizens stood up.

Rhett chased after him, with a black umbrella under his arm, and with his strong arms he helped Scott push through the crowd so that Scott could stand at the front.

"Old Joe suffered heavy losses during the retreat. Is this the kind of supplement he got?" Rhett, who had always had shells exploding close to his nose, was not as calm as usual.

There are very few young and strong militiamen in the team, and more are old people and children who should have avoided chaos in the rear.Some white-bearded old men, older than Gerald, pretended to be in high spirits, and marched against the drizzling rain with the accompaniment of a funny orchestra.

Scott's eyesight was better than average, and he immediately noticed Mr. Merriwat walking towards him.

The old man put Mrs. Merriwat's best checkered shawl over his shoulders to keep out the rain. He also saw Scott and Rhett at the outermost edge of the crowd, and smiled and said, "I heard that you bravely crossed the Yankee The tight blockade brought medicine to the hospital that was about to be paralyzed, well done, warriors!"

"Watch your back too, old Mr. Merriwat!" cried Scott.

"With his old waist, it's no problem to kill a few enemies." Uncle Henry said later.He had the collar of his coat turned up over his ears, and he wore two pistols from the Mexican War in his waistbands.His black valet, about the same age as Uncle Henry, followed him, and held up an umbrella over their heads.

"Uncle Henry! You are so old, why go to war!" Scott rushed over and shouted.

"Do you think I'm still willing to be a target for the Yankees at my age?" Uncle Henry said in a low voice, his temper not growing as usual, "but these days, if you want to keep your status as a gentleman, you have to go. Come on." , just do your own thing, don't worry about me."

Scott took out his pistol and stuffed it into Uncle Henry's waist, and silently retreated into the crowd.

Marching side by side with the elders was a group of young boys, who looked younger than Scott, and many of them played truant from school to join the army. School uniforms in twos and threes were mixed in the motley queue.Among them was Dr. Meade's youngest son, Phil Meade, who proudly wore the same saber as his brother, with a rooster's tail feather stuck into the side of his hat.Dr. Meade couldn't get out in the hospital, and Mrs. Meade tried her best to put on a smile and send her son off.

After her son walked over, she tilted her head and leaned softly on Maybelle Merrivert Picard's shoulder, motionless, as if all the strength in her body had been taken away.

Many were bare-handed, and those who were more fortunate wore hunting knives in the shaft of their boots, and carried a thick wooden stick with an iron point at one end, called a "Joe Brown Spear."The luckiest ones are carrying a Mauser with a powder horn pinned to their belt.

The guns rumbled past and Scott's brand-new coat was splashed with mud, but he didn't care because he saw Moses, a young black man on a mule.

"Moses! Are you going to war again?"

"Yes, Mr. O'Hara Jr. Last time with Master Ashley, this time with Master John."

Sure enough, the old squire who was almost 70 years old also went to the battlefield.

The cannon passed crookedly, and Scott stood in the ankle-deep mud, thinking a lot and not knowing what to say.

"I've always wanted to meet a Confederate hero, Scott. Too bad we don't have time, we just arrived this morning and, you see, we're off right away." John Wilkes, lean as Ashley, rode His back was straight, and his white hair, which had been soaked by rain, was tightly attached to his neck.He is riding a maroon pony, smiling and calm.

At this moment, Scott couldn't even say "don't go".He cleared his throat and said, "You are gone, who will take care of Twelve Oaks?"

"I sent India and Honey to live with the Bolts in Macon, and your sister helps tend to the nearly empty Twelve Oaks." John Wilkes smiled like Ashley, Scott But the fear in Te's heart became more and more intense, "Scarlett has really been able to stand on her own, and the O'Hara family is all good. Look, your father is right behind!"

"Dad!" Scott's heart sank suddenly, "Dad's knee joints are so stiff that he can't even walk a few steps. How can he fight?"

"Who said I can't fight anymore? Is it you, smart kid?" Gerald rode over, his two short bow legs firmly stepped on the stirrups, "someone has to protect us Women, children and land? My son is doing his best for the country on the blockade. How can your dad be willing to take refuge at home? Well, don’t worry about your dad. Although your dad is too old for marching at this age, you can ride a horse Is it still hard to get me to shoot?" He bent down and patted Scott on the shoulder, "Your sister Scarlett is also good, I asked her to help take care of Twelve Oaks Manor, that kind of one-sidedness, giving orders, He really looks like a general!"

Scott felt a lump in his throat, and he felt someone take his hand, it was Rhett.

"Ah, Captain Butler! My son is under your care!" Gerald took off his hat, exposing his snow-white hair to the drizzle, "Although you have a bad reputation, our family likes you very much!"

Rhett grinned and bowed politely, gracefully like a dance master, as if paying homage to the host at a banquet.

"Is the family okay?" Scott asked reluctantly.

"It's all good. Although your mother has lost weight due to busy work, she is still in good spirits. Scarlett and Melanie went to help at Twelve Oaks Manor. I have to say that Scarlett is getting more and more capable! Melanie's body is still So weak that Miss Pittypat could easily faint! Now, my dearest child, your father is going to fight the Yankees, and good-bye."

The author has something to say: Bullock was the governor of Georgia after the war~

By the way, does anyone want a custom print of Bloom?If there is, Xiaofeng is going to start editing the essay now!

Well, the progress of the plot is a bit slow... Why didn't Rhett confess his love!