Chapter 61 night

Night falls.Just like sometimes bowing your head in thought, the night is tightly closed.People are sleeping all around.A little gimmick, an unwarranted self-deception: they slept in houses, on firm beds, under solid roofs, stretched out or curled up on mattresses, on sheets, on In bed.In fact they were gathered in a desolate area, as was once before, and as always will be, an open camp, a crowd as far as the eye can see, an army, a people, a cold sky above, cold ground under their feet, in the Where he stood, he fell down on the spot, with his forehead resting on his arms, his face facing the ground, and he breathed quietly.You're awake, you're one of the sentries, and you pull a burning stick out of the dry sticks beside you and shake it to find the person closest to you.why are you awakeSomeone has to be awake, that's the answer.There must be a person.