civilwarnovels Chapter 402 Sister
Chapter 402 Sister
Chapter 402 Sister
Back to the "warehouse," back to my room.
Tuscarola, however, felt no sense of peace whatsoever.
Although she put out the fire, returned in time, and dealt with the attackers.
However, a strong feeling of being led by the nose spread through her heart.
Slaves who were released early—
The fire that blocked the way—
Everything about the army raiding the warehouse while she was away was being shown to Tuscalola, and something very wrong was going on.
It was as if all her victories were within someone's expectations.
Looking back, apart from yesterday's sneak attack, there have been no other large-scale attacks during this period.
Yes, it's just small, frequent harassment from a dozen or so people.
They retreat as soon as Tuscalola teaches them a lesson, seemingly having no intention of a hard fight.
Moreover, these attacks all seem to be different.
Looking back now, it's like someone using those attacks to verify certain conclusions.
But when asked for a specific answer, Tuscarola couldn't give one.
She was very clear that she was not one of those who were good at thinking and making decisions.
So she confided her doubts to Gillian.
But Gillian smiled and comforted Tuscarola, telling her that she was just overthinking it.
No! Tuscarola recalled that a cruel girl had once told her that even if she was overthinking things, she should not ignore the potential dangers.
But Gillian didn't take it seriously. The gap between them was too big, and there was no need for them to be the same.
Gillian was indeed able to comfort Tuscarola, allowing her to quickly relax.
But since their goal is to liberate as many compatriots as possible, this matter is bound to be dangerous.
Relaxation is not a good thing for Tuscarola at this moment.
I can't listen to everything Gillian Tuscarola thinks—I have to rely on myself more.
But how should we think about the current situation?
"what!"
Tuscarola suddenly screamed in pain. Because she was too focused, she couldn't control her hip muscles and aggravated her hemorrhoids.
Oh, and these hemorrhoids too, they came at such an inopportune time.
Damn it! How much longer will it take to get better?!
Tuscarola wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, gritted her teeth, and propped herself up on the bed.
She never admits defeat, which is why she considers herself annoying, but also the reason she's survived this long.
This time was no different; she was determined to do even better!
Scalola wondered... why the enemy had changed, and why the changes were so obvious?
Tuscarola suddenly realized that his side had always been unchanging and followed a set routine.
Following Gillian's suggestion, liberate more of our fellow Green-Eyed people.
But the enemy is not like that.
Tuscarola didn't even know how many enemies she had killed, so much so that she had armed all her compatriots solely through spoils of war.
This indicates that there have been continuous personnel changes within the enemy forces.
Is it possible that the leader of the opposing side might also change?
Tuscarola believes the answer is yes.
In other words, Tuscarola has encountered a new opponent?
If that's the case, Tuscarola feels it must be treated as a new challenge!
Following this line of thought, Tuscarola suddenly realized how terrifying the other party was.
Judging from the moves the other side has made recently, that leader is not afraid of sacrifice and his moves are clearly targeted.
Once an opportunity arises, they will bare their fangs and strike directly at Tuscalola's vitals.
Yesterday's events are a good example.
He's truly a steady, accurate, and wolf-like man!
Tuscarola suddenly felt a sense of fear. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this opponent was extremely terrifying.
Hmm, she felt it would be difficult for her to defeat her opponent in the game of strategy.
If Anne were here—she may be ruthless, but she is truly intelligent.
They will definitely be able to come up with a countermeasure, guess the other party's thinking, and launch a counterattack.
Unfortunately, Tuscarola didn't have that ability; at most, she could think that her opponent wouldn't choose to confront the warehouse head-on.
However, this is Tuscarola's only advantage.
Her extraordinary abilities were so convenient that they were unbelievable.
However, if the other side prevents her from using her extraordinary abilities, then these green-eyed people will be unable to resist the attacks of these kingdom people.
Although the green-eyed people also have martial arts skills, their techniques are completely different from those of the people here.
The priest's magical dance was not as effective as it was in his hometown.
Even with iron armor and weapons, they still struggled to fight against the lord's regular army.
Even though Tuscarola was fully aware of its shortcomings, it had no way to improve them.
All she can do is try to pay more attention and take on more responsibility in order to increase her involvement in various events.
As long as you are omnipresent, your enemies will not be able to find your weaknesses.
But this is really tiring!
"It hurts, it hurts!"
"Besides, my butt still hurts." A knocking sound came from the door, and Tuscarola's heart tightened.
Has something unexpected happened again?
Therefore, he hurriedly replied, "Go in!"
Gillian entered as expected: "Boss."
"I came to bring you medicine," Gillian said.
"Medicine?" Tuscarola looked at Gillian, puzzled.
"Yes, I think the people of the kingdom use these things to relieve pain."
Hearing this, Tuscarola was skeptical:
Are you sure this medicine will work?
"It can't cure your illness," Gillian said, "but it seems to relieve your pain."
"But are you sure there's nothing wrong with the medication you prepared?"
Gillian replied, "This medicine is very simple; just soak a certain flower in water. The flower is very beautiful; I can't mistake it. I found it among the goods at the base."
"But I was afraid that plain water wouldn't taste good, so I mixed it into milk. I saw that the people of the Kingdom did the same thing, and it seemed to make it taste better."
"Boss, you've probably drunk milk before, right? You must like drinking milk—"
I hate drinking milk.
Just like how I hate a certain heartless girl.
But right now, she'll drink anything as long as it relieves the pain.
"Give me."
Upon hearing this, Gillian smiled and handed over the cup.
Tuscarola drank it all in one gulp.
Gillian asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Tuscarola assessed the situation and said, "I felt nothing."
"Perhaps the effects of the medicine will take some time to take hold," Gillian explained.
Tuscalola hoped so.
Just then, Gillian suddenly sat down next to Tuscarola and began to sing.
Tuscalola asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"
"My tribe's priests say that singing can relieve pain, and that singing is also part of the magical dance. Music has extraordinary power."
I see.
Gillian added, "At least, I sing to my sister when she's in pain."
As she spoke, she suddenly tentatively reached out and gently stroked Tuscarola's head.
Seeing that Tuscarola didn't resist, she continued singing.
Whether it was the "medicine" that worked or the power of the "song," Tuscarola gradually began to feel less uncomfortable.
Tuscarola was enjoying himself when Gillian suddenly stopped.
She looked at the other person, puzzled.
Gillian smiled and said, "Boss, I suddenly feel like you're so well-behaved."
Tuscalola did not answer.
She just felt like she was always getting into trouble.
"Just like my sister—boss, can I treat you like my sister?" Gillian's voice suddenly became tense. "I mean, at the appropriate time."
Tuscarola never cared what others thought; she said lazily:
"Whatever."
So, keep singing! Tuscarola felt quite comfortable listening to the songs of her hometown.
Gillian was definitely laughing; Tuscarola could hear joy in her voice.
"Hmm... Sister, little sister."
Tuscalola did not answer.
After a while, Gillian called out again:
"younger sister."
Tuscarola lay motionless, clearly not in much pain anymore.
At this point, Gillian said again:
"Boss, if—and I mean if—you want someone to rely on, you can call me 'sister' too."
"Sister?" Tuscarola suddenly looked up.
"Yes," Gillian nodded with a smile, "Although you are taller than me, I am definitely your older sister in terms of age."
Tuscarola felt her heart pounding, and her mouth opened uncontrollably:
"Sister, older sister."
"Yes, little sister," Gillian quickly replied.
Her face was full of surprise; she probably hadn't expected Tuscarola not to object.
For some reason, Tuscarola suddenly lunged forward and hugged the other person's waist without thinking.
She muffled her voice in his arms:
"elder sister!"
Gillian stroked Tuscarola's head, her tone surprised:
"Big sister, are you crying? Hmm, you must be under a lot of pressure lately."
Tuscarola didn't want to explain; she just shouted:
"Sister! Sister! Sister!"
"Sister's here, why are you calling me Wang Guoyu all the time?"
Was I speaking Royal Language? Tuscarola wondered, but whatever it was, she didn't want to know.
"Let it be the Kingdom Language," Tuscarola continued, feeling the other's gentle caresses, as countless memories and emotions flooded her mind.
Damn it! It was so hard to block these things.
But—it doesn't matter anymore.
All she wanted to do was scream, scream endlessly:
"Sister! Sister! Sister, sister, sister, sister—"