Kraft opened his eyes in his dream and immediately sat up from the steel floor covered with blankets. The ventilation ducts whirlpooled the air conditioner, but this did not make him feel at ease. Even though it was his rare peaceful sleep, he was still in panic. His black curly hair covered with smoke and dust was tightly stuck to his forehead by cold sweat. He was surrounded by many children of his age, both men and women, and they didn't know where they were. The dazzling white lights and quiet air above his head brewed a terrifying atmosphere.

Without exception, almost everyone was waiting for the final outcome with a nervous mood. As a child living in a war zone, he had long heard of the actions of those foreign soldiers.

A piece of chocolate can be exchanged for the first night of the most beautiful girl in the village. Farmers must plant poppy for insignificant food. Every child must stay away from foreign soldiers, because they are at any time possible to kill any locals, simply because they have "reasonable suspicion" - foreign soldiers will tie people to gun barrels and shake them to death, shoot the village for no reason, strip off the clothes of civilians and then beat them. When Kraft and his companions were pointed at by gunpoint, he originally thought that this was waiting for his ending, but there were only a few women in black armor and red robes standing inside, looking at their lambs expressionlessly.

They said these things to them in language that Kraft couldn't understand.

After the plane landed, Kraft was pushed and driven off the plane. Under the escort of soldiers, he walked down the ramp door and walked into an extremely wide space. There were many planes parked here, but the two women in black armor did not allow them to stay, but continued to drive them until they stuffed them into a huge room. The room had no windows, no furniture, and the bare steel floor was covered with bedding. There was no beating or death threat, but the people in white robes who entered the room were even more disturbing. Those who drew blood for everyone and distributed food, water and candy. Kraft curled up his legs and hugged his head tightly. Fear enveloped the hearts of all children, and they all remembered the old people in the village without exception. It is said that foreign soldiers would use local children to do experiments, and in Kraft's opinion, they would fall into a worse situation than a bullet kill.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt hungry and thirsty. At this moment, accompanied by a noise of gear friction, the two terrifying women walked in again.

"We used to be so scared, too." Tatyana's eyes swept over the children who kept quietly huddling backwards, and whispered to her companions, "But worse, we have to teach them Latin from scratch."

"No, we have to remove lice and fleas for them first." The artificial man said lazily. She tilted her head, as if she was sifting out the appropriate ones from the instilled knowledge she had instilled. Kraft heard her start speaking in the language of the village next door, and then the language kept changing tone, finally fixed to a tone that Kraft had heard the most often. "All, stand up." The artificial man said in out-of-tongued Persian, "This is the command."

The children climbed up from the ground in surprise, and many of them still had weak legs.

"Girl comes here."

Kraft heard the woman say this. He originally wanted to block the girl in the same village, but the gaze cast by the demonic woman made him feel cold all over. The courage he had accumulated finally disappeared in an instant. The beautiful Farah looked at him with gratitude and then squeezed over from him. The crowd began to squirm, and the girl in various costumes was spit out. The artificial human was crossing his waist and looked at his harvest with satisfaction.

"You're a boy." She caught a glimpse of a short figure in the girls' team. "What I want is a girl."

"I know." Kraft gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and tried not to let himself be knocked down by fear. He didn't know how he was squeezed into the girls. "What do you want to do to them!"

Kraft felt that the air began to solidify after this. With the silence of the woman, the terror that could be seen with naked eyes began to squeeze his shoulders, almost crushing him, making him regret why he was hot-headed. "Of course, I took them to take a shower, cleaned up the dirty things on his body, and then put on a nice-looking dress." The corners of the artificial human mouth raised, "You will also go through this process later, because my master doesn't like too many parasites to enter his city."

Kraft didn't relax because of this answer. "What do you want to do to us?"

"Nothing, because you are worthless to my master." The man-made man looked down at Kraft's black eyes. "Maybe you have seen the cruelty of the soldiers we killed, but the truth is that we are different from those people, and we do not enjoy life being harmed. Your life has no value before you complete the school my master gave you. Some of you will become scholars, warriors or clerks, and girls are even qualified to be one of us. But this is the future, and you still have a lot to learn. The only thing I am sure now is that you can have a good night's sleep every night and don't worry about hunger tomorrow morning. Come with me, my master doesn't like anyone wearing pagan clothes."

The sky aircraft carrier slowly sank into the huge vortex on the sea surface, and the giant steel gate slowly closed above the head of the sky aircraft carrier to isolate the sea water.

Hundreds of transport vehicles that had been prepared had started the supply work. Kraft and the children were driven out of the sky aircraft carrier as one of the cargoes. Their bodies were filled with soapy water, and their originally dirty clothes were replaced with simple white long-sleeved trousers and disposable cloth shoes. Their faces were covered with dust and tears. It was not until this time that they saw where they were before, and the feeling of standing under the huge sky war machine made many children scared their faces without blood.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Come here." The artificial man stretched out his arms to guide the children's journey. Kraft saw the long silver carriage and waited in the distance.

The children squeezed each other, as if this would gain some courage. They walked slowly over and entered the car without any decoration. Unsurprisingly, when the woman in black armor finally walked in, the door of the car was immediately closed, and the glass door outside the car slowly closed, as if the sound of a giant beast inhaled the wind whistled outside the car. A very mechanical female synthesizer prompted the passenger to sit in the seat, and the broadcast repeated the broadcast dozens of times. After confirming that everyone was sitting in the seat, the silver-white car slowly began to move.

After only ten seconds, the train crashed into the dark tunnel. The lights that shone into the car from outside the tunnel were flickering faster and faster, and the train was getting faster and faster. The frequent flashing lights made people dizzy, and the harsh radio kept roaring incomprehensible words. The train was so fast that it was unbearable. If not everyone was tied tightly to their seats by seat belts, they would probably be hit and bleeding. Even with the seat belts, many children could not help but vomit physiological reactions. Kraft didn't know how long the train had been driving, because his brain was already dizzy by the flashing lights. He felt as if he was not in the real world, but he had fallen into hell.

“Five, Four, Three, Two, One”

With the countdown of the broadcast, the speed of the car began to slowly decline, and the vacuum train led the children into a brilliant sea of ​​light. Through the thick armored glass tunnel, Kraft saw a tall glowing building standing in a world that was pitch black as if immersed in the deep sea. The bright searchlights pierced the rock dome as high as the sky. Even if Kraft had never conducted any art courses, he could feel that every brick and stone here was filled with solemnity and elegance.
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