The Ligasos Mountains (Brah Mountain), somewhere on the mountain in dense forests.
"Ho...ho...ho...ho..." A warrior with a big hole in his chest was lying on the ground, spitting blood while rushing to a warrior sitting next to him:
"Brother...I'm in such a pain...Help me...I want to... be free...I'm quick...kill me to death..."
"Rigu..." The warrior sitting next to him burst into tears when he heard his words, "I don't want you to leave..."
After saying that, he pounced on him and hugged him gently: "Don't leave..."
"Hurry up... Give me some fun... I'm really in pain..."
The last few remaining warriors are here at this time.
After 7 days of hard work, the original 207 soldiers are now only the people present.
Similar separations of life and death, the remaining people have seen too much in these 7 days.
There are so many that they are a little numb.
Merkar looked at the relationship with a numb look. One begged someone to kill him, while the other two soldiers were reluctant to let him die.
Gu...
There was a soft sound from Merkka's belly.
Not only did Merkka feel numb when he saw the scene of life and death separation, but even his empty stomach felt numb.
Their dry food has been eaten up and they have nowhere to get food supplies. They have been fighting on an empty stomach since two days ago.
Although they also tried to catch some bugs or game for emergency response, such bugs and game could not meet the needs of everyone, and they did not have the leisure and time to hunt leisurely.
In addition to feeling numb to the feeling of empty stomach, he also feels numb to the feeling of fatigue - Merca.
During these 7 days, Merca lived a life of day and night in a day and never slept well.
Frequently running, waving a knife, pulling a bow, causing Merkka's feet, right arm, index finger and thumb to pull the string to numbly and almost lose consciousness.
Not only Merkha is like this, but the last little warriors who are present are like Merkha, feeling numb to the feeling of empty stomach and fatigue.
"Merka, look, see what good things I caught."
True walked towards Merkka with a smile, while revealing the so-called good thing in his hand - two cockroaches.
"Cockroaches... are indeed good things." Merkha looked at the two cockroaches in Tru's hand and swallowed.
"Come on, let's share you one." After that, Tru distributed the two dead cockroaches in his hand to Merkha, and then sat next to Merkha.
"Ah, thank you. Then I'm not polite."
"Yeah." Tru nodded, "Let's have it together."
After saying that, the two of them stuffed the cockroaches in their hands into their mouths at the same time.
Merkha, who hadn't eaten something decent for too long, squeezed the cockroaches in his hand into his mouth and swallowed them without chewing them.
After enjoying the cockroach, Tru patted his belly and smiled:
"For the first time, I think cockroaches are so delicious..."
"Yes... I feel so too." After that, Merkha pointed to his left eye and asked Tru, "Tru, how is your left eye?"
True is the only friend of Merkha who is still alive except Luge.
And his only friend who is still alive, except Lu Ge, was also seriously injured at this time.
In a battle 2 days ago, True's left eye was slashed.
After hearing Merkha's question, Tru raised his hand and touched his left half of his face, which was tightly wrapped in the fabric of his clothes.
"My left eye... Although I have undergone emergency treatment, it seems to be inflamed, but it doesn't matter. We're not alive anyway."
"Don't suddenly tell such a heavy fact..." Merkha smiled helplessly at Tru.
After chatting for a few simple words, the two of them, who could not find any new topics, fell silent.
After the two were silent for some unknown time, Tru suddenly said in a deep voice:
"Merkha...you said...our Helei..."
Trudeau paused for a moment, and then corrected his words just now:
"Will we descendants of the Lake remember us? Do we remember us who have resisted to the end in order to resist the invasion of the Britannians?"
At the end of the day, there was a clear crying voice in True's tone.
After hearing True's question, Merca became silent.
Then, he said in a firm tone:
"In a hundred years, thousands of years, maybe someone won't remember us."
"Even though surrendering to the Britannias can get a much better life than they do now, and they don't have to die, but they just don't want to surrender and resist to the end. So maybe some people think we are fools, thinking that we are all stupid people who don't know the general and the times."
"If, after that, we, the Lakes and the Britannians, become inseparable from the two nations, may someone think we are sinners."
"but……"
"In the future, no matter how many years have passed, there should always be one or two people, and they will remember us."
"Remember our gang of warriors who have been defending our territory until death."
"Someone will remember us."
"must!"
"Is it certain..." Tru murmured.
After a while, Trucchi pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a faint smile:
"...Thank you, Merkha. I feel much better after hearing what you said."
At this moment, True suddenly sniffed and frowned:
"By the way...Merka, do you smell any strange smell?"
After hearing True say this, Merkha twitched his nose.
After carefully smelling the smell in the air, Merca found that there seemed to be a strange smell in the air.
A strange, but familiar smell.
"Always feel..." Merkha murmured, "This smell... seems to be... oily..."
People who noticed a strange smell in the air were not just Merkha and Tru.
The soldiers present also discovered that at this time - the evening breeze brought strange smells...
...
...
at the same time.
The Britannian Empire, the northern border, the Ligasus Mountains (Bra Mountains), the foot of the mountain, and the stronghold of the Pingbar Legion.
Deng Jiaer held the knight's sword at his waist and looked at the Ligasus Mountains in the distance with expressionless face.
Even though they were far apart, Deng Jiaer still smelled a faint smell of tinder oil.
"The head coach..."
The captain of the 17th Brigade, who was in charge of commanding the soldiers to splash tinder oil, slowly came to Deng Jiaer's side.
"The turbulent oil... has been fully arranged, and the soldiers have all retreated to the foot of the mountain. They can launch fire attacks at any time..."
"Okay." Deng Jiaer nodded, then waved her little hand suddenly, "Let's start!"
As soon as Deng Jiaer's order was issued, a hint of hesitation flashed across the captain of the 17th Brigade's face.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and plucked up the courage to advise Deng Jiaer:
"Coach, please think more about it. The destructive power of wildfires is too great, once..."
However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Deng Jiaer:
"Stop talking nonsense! Instead of letting my soldiers' casualties continue to expand! I would rather turn the entire Ligasos Mountains into white land! Ignite!"
Seeing that his final efforts failed, the captain of the 17th Brigade showed a look of loss. Then—
"……yes."
Chapter completed!