[Rogue One] A Blue Robin's Tale

*Please automatically change English to Chinese (the desire to survive is extremely strong

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The leader walking in the front made a stop gesture, and everyone stopped in a low profile.

The last rays of the setting sun were still hanging in the distant sky, but the ultraviolet intensity was low enough for vampires. Baze glanced at the watch on his wrist, the fluorescent green numbers told him that it was past the curfew time in other cities.Under normal circumstances, those hungry monsters would emerge from their hiding places at this time, and start their long-awaited hunt.

About half a mile west of the communication point is the most suspected mine, surrounded by a large piece of wasteland that was once used as a missile test site.Without the shelter of the forest, it is difficult for vampires to survive in such an open place, so the blood hunters are not worried about facing overtime when the sun rises the next day.But Wilhuff Tarkin, the haughty old man with the southern English accent, had promised, as early as the battle plan was being drawn up, that the battle would not last long.

After confirming that there were no threats around, everyone moved quickly. Baze followed closely behind the three commandos as planned, rigging his gun on a wheelless mining cart in front of the mine.It was a modified large-caliber automatic gun, which greatly improved its firepower at the expense of mobility. Saw laughed at him many times because of this, saying that he was a lunatic who didn't take his own life seriously, and that sooner or later a vampire would pounce on him from behind and bite him to death.But everyone knew that the UV bombs distributed by the Anglican Church each time were pitifully small, not enough to distribute to everyone. Baze understood this fact from the day he got the armband, they will die one day, instead of focusing on escaping, it is better to kill some enemies and buy others more time to fire the UV bombs in their barrels .

At first there was a dead silence.When the first vampire appeared in Baze's scope, he took a deep breath silently.The team leader was standing closest to the mine. She held a gun in her right hand and raised her left hand slightly to signal everyone to stay where they were.

With the faint skylight, Baze saw two young bloodhunters huddling together behind the bunker opposite, holding guns firmly in their hands, staring too intently at the direction of the mine not far away.He worried that one of them would pull the trigger too soon because of nervousness, causing unnecessary trouble for everyone.

It is clearly written in the freshman textbook of the seminary that the only function of the cover when facing vampires is to provide psychological comfort, because the group of mutant creatures has no vision at all.But instead, the virus has given them a sense of smell and hearing far superior to that of humans—they can smell a rat carcass beginning to rot a few streets away, and hear a human in a state of extreme panic. The sound of blood rushing through the veins.

"They relish the sound, they crave blood, they feed on human fear, and they grow stronger."

This quote comes from a carrier who was infected with the virus for three weeks.Two minutes after the recording was recorded by the laboratory monitor, he tore open the ribcage of one of the experimenters.When the video was played in class, no one made a sound in the classroom. All the students and professors had their eyes fixed on the big screen, and the expressions on their faces could not be seen clearly in the dark.But Baze in the corner seems to feel a strange atmosphere in the air, which is probably called the smell of fear, quiet and long, like the crystal orchid that symbolizes death slowly blooming with the corpse as nourishment.

At some point, four vampires gathered in the open space.Their bodies showed a terrifying pale white color, their backs were bent, and their heads were raised, greedily looking for the scent of prey brought by the evening wind. Baze saw the leader's left hand sinking suddenly, and several commandos rushed out of the bunker like a gust of wind.By the time the four beasts realized the danger, the silver-plated knives had pierced their beating hearts.The smell of blood wafted along the wind, and it didn't take long for the sound of gunfire to be heard one after another in the surrounding darkness.Those who had previously held knives replaced their guns and returned to their original crouching positions to stand by.The sneak attack can only be used once, and this time they are unlucky, only four prey are hooked.

So everyone pointed their guns at the encirclement.The wind was blowing in all directions on the open plain, and four corpses were enough to attract all the vampires in the vicinity. Baze puts on night vision goggles.He watched those ugly white bodies gather more and more in the center of the trap, trying to calm his rapidly accelerating heartbeat as much as possible.When there are enough vampires hooked, someone will throw a UV gun into the center of the encirclement, and then everyone will form a circle back to back to "aim and fire".

Baze waited for the second order from the leader.Not long after, a few vampires in the scope suddenly raised their heads, took a few sniffs, then stood up and walked in a certain direction.

Don't be nervous. Baze thought.He can almost imagine that mentally retarded rookie behind some bunker shaking like a sieve, and if that guy has even the slightest sense of reason, he should take his fingers off the damn trigger, get a good breath and calm down , people usually have no choice in order to survive, and if they are scared, they shouldn't be in seminary in the first place...

Then the gun went off.

Baze's whole body turned cold, and the sound of licking and chewing in his ears instantly exploded into an angry growl.He saw all the vampires rushing in the same direction like crazy, someone started screaming, and then all the guns were fired.Fortunately, the female team leader from Atlanta reacted quickly and threw an ultraviolet grenade before all the vampires dispersed.

The sound of limbs exploding from the inside out came one after another.A few drops of the foul-smelling liquid splashed onto Baze's night vision goggles, and he didn't even bother to wipe them off.The previously attracted vampires were scattered everywhere, but soon there were new ones pounced from the surrounding darkness. Baze could only keep pulling the trigger. He felt that the group of people running back and forth was in the way, but they really didn't have the courage to stay in one place without dodging.So those people became living targets, but they also provided protection for Baze invisibly.

Empty a magazine and replace it with a new one. This action is repeated many times.I don't know how many times he put his hand to his waist again but missed it, Baze realized that he had no more bullets, and the battle just happened to be in a direction that was extremely unfavorable to them.There were many corpses lying on the ground, some were bitten a few times, some were not, and there were still a lot of blood on the beach but no corpses.This is a harbinger of failure. Experienced blood hunters will take advantage of the chaos and escape, but Baze will not.

He never intended to protect anyone, never swore to God or anything to be a savior.He doesn't run away, because there is never more than one way left for Blood Hunter.

Baze pulled the miniature gun from the inside pocket of his coat.Just like soldiers in wartime, in order not to cause more troubles to their compatriots, blood hunters will leave an honorable bomb for themselves.This bullet can only enter their own brains in the end. Once the host's brain tissue is damaged, the virus cannot continue to survive.

Just as Baze held the gun firmly in his hand, Saw's voice suddenly hit him on the forehead like a muffled thunder.

"Brat, behind you!"

As soon as Baze turned around, he met two huge eyes that were as white as dead fish.They were so close that Baze couldn't even point the gun to his own temple.He only had time to prepare for a blow to the neck or shoulder, and a chunk of flesh would be torn off, and then he'd probably find his chance to shoot himself.

But obviously he underestimated God's ability to fabricate people's fate.

The face in front of him seemed to be slowly squeezed together by some kind of huge force, twoeyeballslookliketheripeg□□s, whichareslowlysqueezedoutfromthesquashedeyesockets, and then flew into the air.

Baze bent over just in time, or more nauseating liquid would splash on his night vision goggles.But he had already seen clearly what it was that saved his life just now, and he told himself reflexively that it wasn't true, but he still laughed out loud when he pulled off the night vision goggles and looked up.

It stands to reason that no blind man anywhere should be able to swing a blind stick and blow a vampire's head off.

Chirrut's figure in the moonlight was a bit hazy, or rather, he was just moving too fast. Baze saw that the always grinning priest was shuttling among a large group of blood-sucking monsters at this moment, a vague shadow appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the long hem of his clothes fluttered up and down with every dodge or attack—like Like a bird's wing.One second the blind stick just hit the back of a vampire's head, and the next second its owner used it as a support to fly into the air, kicking the enemies surrounded by him several meters away.

Is this man really blind? Baze was suspicious again.

"Be careful!" he heard himself yell.

"I'm busy!" The other party replied in the same tone.

When Baze turned around, he realized that almost half of the church's priests were here.He saw two silver cross darts flying past the head of a blood hunter, and then sank into the forehead of the monster that had not been hit by bullets for half a day.A priest pulled the dejected young blood hunter to his feet, and by the way, he raised his gun and shot an arrow at the vampire on the right who was about to launch a sneak attack.

In the blink of an eye, the dark vampires in the open space were almost wiped out.And the group of clergymen who saved the battle seemed as easy as trampling ants to death—they didn't even fire a single shot.

Turning his head back to Chirrut's direction again, Baze secretly lamented that the blind-eyed father, who looked weak and illiterate, was actually more efficient than anyone else.There were vampire corpses scattered all over the ground, and most of them looked like their skulls had been crushed. Chirrut put both hands on the raised blind stick, and stood with his back to Baze, not knowing what he was doing.

Baze soon saw something moving on the ground behind him.

"Hey, watch your feet," he called, but Chirrut stood still.

So he called again, with the same result.

Baze panicked until the still-dead vampire lifted his half-shattered head from the ground.

"ChirrutImwe! Under your feet!"

The priest finally turned his head, but apparently only heard the first half of the sentence clearly.

Damn.The picture on the news flashed in Baze's mind, and when he realized it, the bullet had already flown out of the gun chamber, hitting the half of the head just a second before the vampire threw himself on the priest.

"You almost hit me!" Chirrut's voice was dissatisfied.

"You're welcome." Baze replied feebly.

Only then did he realize that his hand holding the gun was shaking.

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"What were you doing standing there just now?"

"I'm praying."

"To the group of vampires who almost killed you?"

"They were once human."

"You're courting death," Baze said.

"The Lord will protect me." Chirrut smiled calmly, with two bluebirds on her lap.

"I am with the Lord, the Lord is with me." He added another sentence as if to supplement.

Baze tried to get angry, whether it was over his only honorable bullet or over the blind man's babble.But he eventually found that he couldn't get angry anyway.

"I'm protecting you," he muttered.As soon as he finished speaking, he vaguely felt that he had said this sentence somewhere else.

Can not remember.Or not at all.he thinks.

The surviving Bloodhunters who returned to Jedah decided to have a short celebration.God knows who came up with this crazy idea first, all of them were exhausted, and their comrades had just died in front of them, no matter from a physical or psychological point of view, the celebration party was not a good idea.But unexpectedly, no one said a word except Wilhuff Tarkin who was rushing back to clean his clothes.

The priests returned to the church without saying a word, and the blood hunters blended into the carnival crowd at the night market. Baze and Chirrut excluded themselves from their companions with some amazing tacit understanding, so they sat down side by side on the steps.Looking down at the brightly lit market not far from a height, Baze quickly found Saw among the crowd.He was sitting in the afternoon seat, holding the wine glass as if it really contained wine.He's doing pretty well with new people, at least he's got a bunch of hard-to-tell stories to tell.

"They just let you mess around like that?" Baze asked.He clearly remembered that Chirrut was fighting alone just now, which made him a little annoyed, why would the priests of the church let a blind man fight alone among the vampires?

"Because they know I can't die."

"The world is really crazy."

"Is there a problem?" Chirrut frowned, but the corners of his mouth were still curled up, "I can't see it, and neither can vampires, it's fair."

"Of course it's not fair. If they bite you, you'll turn into a vampire. If you bite them, it doesn't mean they'll turn into a blind priest."

Chirrut gave a giggle, which turned into a hearty laugh.So Baze also smiled softly.

After a while they all calmed down.

"How do you know my name?" the priest asked, "Can you hear the voice of the Lord too?"

"Yes, of course. Your master told me by SawGrerra that there is a priest here called Chirrut Imwe, and that he has a very stubborn temper."

"Saw?" Chirrut looked surprised.

"I know you know each other," Baze said.He saw Chirrut's hand clenched the hem of his shirt.

"He's a great bloodhunter," Chirrut said, the smile on his face disappearing at some point.

They were silent for another moment.

"Why did you go to the mine?" Baze remembered the question he was going to ask just now, "I thought the priest never left his parish."

"Jada is different," Chirrut replied curtly. Baze thought he wasn't going to say any more, but after a while he spoke again.

"It is the duty of the defenders to guard Jada. We have to guard more than just this city. Someone heard the gunshots, so we rushed over, and it turned out to be the silver mine again."

"Wait a minute, is that a silver mine?"

"So the vampires there can only hide on the first platform, and it's very convenient to kill them."

A terrible guess appeared in Baze's mind.The distance between the bloodbathed communication point and the silver mine was less than half a mile, and it was reasonable for the bloodhunter to regard that mine as a vampire's lair.But in fact, there can't be too many vampires hiding in a silver mine.So where did the group of beasts that could hardly be killed come from?The forest closest to the missile test site was next to Jada, and there were patrolling defenders everywhere. They had nowhere to hide, let alone run out to hunt after smelling blood.

Baze guessed that the silver mine was a trap.The four vampires that came out of the mine were just bait. The other vampires were hiding somewhere they couldn't see. After smelling the smell of blood, they all surrounded them and had a feast.

The vampire recorded in textbooks is a creature with no vision, no IQ, but an extremely developed sense of smell and hearing.The point is that any vampire in common sense does not have the ability to create complex conspiracies.They can hunt, but they don't think about how to formulate strategies to hunt better-this is the loophole that blood hunting has always been lucky to take advantage of.

But now vampires have gotten smarter.Something made them smart.

Baze couldn't help remembering that the vampires they'd been chasing all the way from New York all came from the same lab that was testing the new antidote C-3PO a few months ago.

And viruses mutate.

"Baze." Chirrut frowned again, but this time he didn't mean to be joking at all, "Did you hear that?"

Baze turned his gaze to the jubilant crowd below, no.

But then he noticed that there were several small mounds on the muddy ground rising rapidly, and then pale hands with black claws protruded from them.

They have learned to dig holes.

Baze rushed down the steps without saying a word, and just after taking a few steps, he suddenly realized that his gun with only empty magazines was left in the hotel, and the only weapon on his body, the suicide gun There is not a single bullet in the little gun now.

He heard exclamations from the direction of the market, followed by overwhelming cries.Shots were fired, but the sound was soon drowned out by other sounds.

"You go in." Chirrut didn't know when he was holding the blind stick in his hand again, his unfocused eyes reflected the warm orange light.The priests ran out of the church again, passing the two on the steps.

Baze wanted to refute something, but there was nothing that could make him stay logically.But he grabbed Chirrut's wrist. "Then don't even think about going."

"I'll be right back." Chirrut got strength out of nowhere, broke away from Baze's hand, and rushed to the center of the chaos in two or three steps.

Baze didn't close the church door as the survivors ran inside desperately.He leans against the door trying to find either Saw or Chirrut, but all he sees are images he doesn't want to see.He began to feel like a piece of trash, without a gun in his hand, he could only let Chirrut play a hero in the dark.Subconsciously, he felt that he should always follow Chirrut with his gun in hand, in case he was actually bitten by something and turned into a vampire.

Then he remembered that he had never guarded anyone's back.

After another 10 minutes, Baze finally made up his mind to rush down to find someone, when both Chirrut and Saw appeared in his field of vision. Chirrut's not-so-strong body carried Saw all the way into the church at a trot, followed by a string of priests in black robes.

Baze followed him around to the confessional, where Chirrut put the older blood hunter on the carpet, turned and locked the door. Baze leaned over to check Saw's injuries, and found that there was a strangely long gash in his stomach, where flesh's bedding structure and a little piece of large intestine could be vaguely seen. Baze tried to rip a section of fabric from his own clothes to stop the bleeding, but before he could do so, Saw had the revolver on his jaw.

"Go home." He struggled to squeeze out two syllables, quickly glanced at Chirrut aside with an almost desperate look, and finally fixed his gaze on Baze's face.

Before Baze could say anything, Old Blood Hunter decisively pulled the trigger.

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Chirrut sat on the steps and Baze sat next to him.

The priest was praying with his eyes closed.He started it last night, and he didn't stop until Baze fell asleep leaning against the confessional. Baze didn't know if he had slept or not.

Below the steps is the half-destroyed bazaar, and a few early-rising residents began to whistle and rebuild those iron plates and tarpaulins.Soldiers had fought vampires all night, and now they were loading the charred bodies on the ground into carts and transporting them outside the city.

Baze's eyes chased the departing military vehicles until they disappeared into the morning mist and could no longer be seen.

"Baze." Chirrut opened his eyes with a warm smile on his face.

"Have you heard the story about the bluebird?"

TBC.