Piles of bonfires were scattered across the vast plain like stars. The flames dancing in the wind made the faces of the surrounding soldiers flicker.
Roy sat outside the bonfire, leaning against a lone old tree on the hill, scratching the ground with the branches in his hands with some boredom. Soldiers from the same team of ragtag soldiers gathered around the bonfire.
, chatting without a word, no one paid any attention to the black-haired boy.
Being ostracized, Roy drooped his eyelids.
From where he was, he could see military camps stretching into the distance in the surrounding fields. Beside piles of bonfires, soldiers were chatting around or taking a nap with their weapons. Patrolling soldiers walked through the camps in rows and columns.
There was a rapid sound of horse hooves. The cavalry patrols holding torches moved like fire dragons.
Night shrouds the distant city of Meiding in darkness, and only the dark city walls can be vaguely seen. The camp a little closer can still be seen clearly, the tall arrow tower, the brightly lit camp area, and the cars running in and out.
The heralds and horse teams made the whole camp look like a huge and busy beehive.
All the tragic scenes that can be seen everywhere during the day have been covered up by the night. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Roy couldn't believe it. Before the sunset, this place was still a hellish scene. The ruins dyed red by the sunset
The flags, the scattered corpses, and the flowing blood still linger to this day.
"What are you thinking about? Boy." The voice of the dwarf ax spirit came from his mind.
"I'm thinking about Bolabel." Roy narrowed his eyes slightly and looked south, "I wonder what it's like there now."
The dwarf was silent for a while and said, "You don't want to see it."
Roy clenched his fists unconsciously.
"This is war. No matter what era the war is, it is the same scene." The dwarf said calmly: "If you think such a small scene is cruel, then if you were born three hundred years ago, I am afraid you can only find a pile of sand to cover your head.
Bury it."
"Three hundred years ago?" Roy leaned against the tree, with one leg curled up, and stuffed a stick of bittersweet into his mouth, chewing the familiar bitter taste of this lowly plant unique to the south of Saint Solan, "It was the final
War?"
"The final battle is just the last day." The dwarf's voice sounded a little sad: "For a hundred years before that, we were fighting the demons. A batch of children of humans, dwarves and elves were born and grew up.
Then one day he died on the battlefield and never saw the sun again."
Roy was silent, thinking of the red sun that burst out when the dwarf Ax Soul committed suicide.
That was the last scene of him back then, right?
"Why commit suicide?" Roy asked, "I mean...as far as I know, dwarves never commit suicide. For you, that is a stupid behavior."
The dwarf was silent, and suddenly said angrily, "How come you are so curious? Tell me about your business, how is your fighting spirit training going?"
Roy rolled his eyes. After observing the fighting spirit that was constantly running in his body, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "We are almost breaking through the ninth level."
"That brat has great talent," the dwarf cursed.
Even he rarely sees a guy who can raise his fighting spirit from the fifth level to the ninth level in just half a month. This kid is simply a monster.
Perhaps, he is also a born knight.
"Battle is very good for your fighting spirit training. The understanding between life and death is something you can't get through ordinary practice." The dwarf warned: "Don't always think about using your magic. If you want to become a knight, you must do this.
Keep your concentration on the road. If everything can be solved with magic, you'd better be your magician."
"I understand." Roy nodded. As the dwarf said, the realization between life and death is indeed of great benefit to the cultivation of fighting spirit and martial arts. If nothing else, just talk about the attack on the Vatican convoy, he was very angry with Thor.
The understanding of Ax Technique and Principle Technique is completely different from before.
"But..." A smirk appeared on Roy's lips: "When it's time to use magic, I will still use it. I would rather practice slower than beat someone hard first."
"You brat!" The dwarf was speechless, cursed and stopped talking to him. He wondered whether his group would train an upright paladin or an evil devil in the future.
Roy, who had calmed down, was silently stimulating the flow of fighting energy in his body. Suddenly, he saw a ragtag soldier carrying a bow running quickly from several fires, diving into the crowd, and shouting excitedly.
"Hey, I have good news for you!"
Everyone who was chatting raised their heads and asked in surprise.
"What news?"
"What happened?"
"Hey, prawn, didn't you go pee? Why, did you find something good in the toilet?"
"Hahaha."
"Go, go, don't talk nonsense," the archer, who was skinny and stooped like a prawn, rolled his eyes, and then said excitedly: "You know, who did I just see?"
"Who?" everyone asked one after another.
"Ugo!" Da Xia looked proud.
As soon as they heard this name, everyone's expressions suddenly became a little ugly. A scar-faced man nicknamed Dao Zi looked at the prawn sideways and said, "Isn't it strange to meet him?"
With that said, Daozi glanced at Roy outside the crowd and snorted coldly: "One Sangmenxing is not enough. Are you happy when you meet two?"
After hearing Daozi's words, everyone burst into laughter.
"No... Daozi, please listen to me," Daxia followed Daozi's gaze and glanced at Roy with the same disdain, then turned to face the crowd and said, "Let me tell you, Ugo was beaten!"
"Been beaten by someone?" The crowd suddenly became noisy. Everyone suddenly became interested and said one after another: "Quick, tell me, who was beaten by someone?"
Seeing that everyone's interest was piqued, Daxia triumphantly sat down where the crowd had moved away, took the hot water offered by the person next to him in a flattering manner, took a sip, cleared his throat, and then said: "Who's beating me?"
I don’t know. But I just saw Ugo with my own eyes. Oh, it was so miserable.”
"What a cruel method?" A swordsman nicknamed Greyhound was very impatient. Hearing that prawns are always appetizing, he was so anxious that he scratched his head and grabbed the prawn's arm. "Speak quickly, speak quickly."
"Have you ever seen a rotten persimmon?" Daxia asked with a wicked smile.
"Of course I've seen it." Greyhound didn't understand why the prawn was involved in the rotten persimmon again, so he glared and said, "Are you going to tell the hell or not?"
"Ugo's pretty face looks like a rotten persimmon now!" Daxia laughed.
The crowd exclaimed in surprise, then burst into laughter and chattered in all directions.
"Really? Got slapped in the face?"
"Great! Come on, prawn, tell us how bad it is."
"Who hit him?"
Da Xia said: "I don't know who beat him specifically. I just took a look from a distance. It happened to be when he was changing his dressing."
As he spoke, he pointed at the nose of the greyhound next to him and gestured: "That guy's nose was wrapped in cloth. When he opened it when changing the dressing, oh my god, it was so miserable. The entire bridge of his nose was completely covered with cloth."
It collapsed, the upper nasal bones were crooked, and the eyes, mouth and face were swollen and looked shiny."
"It was caused by someone directly attacking him in the middle of the face." Daozi looked around, his eyes flashing with excitement, "The person who punched him must be an expert. If he punched him, he probably wouldn't be able to get up at that time."
"I don't think it's fists." "Red Wine", another middle-aged mercenary next to him, said attentively: "Ugo is a three-star armed knight with good strength and defense. To be beaten like this, he probably used either his elbow or his elbow.
Knee. Most likely, use the hilt of the sword."
"What if his opponent is a just knight?" asked another.
"Just knight?" Hongjiu curled his lips contemptuously, "Do you think a guy like Ugo would conflict with a just knight? Besides, how many just knights can we come into contact with at our level?"
"That's true." Everyone nodded.
"Whoever he is, I'll be happy if Ugo is unlucky anyway!" A mercenary gloated.
The mercenary's words immediately attracted a burst of agreement. Everyone laughed, and for a while, the campfire was as lively as a party.
"What retribution. That guy has evil intentions and deserves what he deserves!"
"We will form a team to observe in a while. Hahaha. He is so embarrassed that he is so embarrassed."
"He, Hugo, is here too. So happy! Prawn, take the time to find out who beat that guy. If he's a nice guy, let's go make friends."
The blazing flames reflected everyone's excited faces, and amidst the noise, the entire bonfire was in full swing.
"Hi, your name is Roy?"
Roy was listening to everyone's laughter and teasing, when suddenly a person sat down next to him and asked.
Roy turned around and saw that the speaker was named Tang Xiaoben, nicknamed Little Watermelon. He was the only boy in the team who was about the same age as himself. He was fair and a little chubby. His eyes were set far apart, making his eyebrows appear to be separated.
Very broad. His face is kind and cheerful, and he looks happy.
The reason why I know this guy's name is not only that this guy's name is a bit special, but also because in the team, this guy is even less of a warrior than I am. Not to mention his young age, he looks too unthreatening.
Putting it on the battlefield is like putting a piglet among wolves.
Seeing Little Watermelon running over to talk to him, Roy nodded with a surprised expression.
In this team, except for Lao Xiong, who is not here now, almost everyone dislikes them because of Lao Xiong being whipped.
"Don't worry." Little Watermelon grinned and patted Roy on the shoulder: "They are not bad people. It's just because the old bear was whipped and couldn't turn around for a while. It will be fine after a while."
"It doesn't matter." Roy smiled, "It's my fault."
"It would be nothing in normal times. Old Xiong has taken a lot of scapegoats for us." Little Xigua said: "This time it is mainly due to the encounter. The injury on Old Xiong's back will have a big impact on his strength. Everyone is afraid that when the time comes
For this reason, something happened to Lao Xiong..."
"By the way," Xiao Xigua changed the subject: "Where are you from?"
"From the south." Roy said, "What about you?"
"Munni City," Little Watermelon held the back of his head with his hands and leaned against the tree: "I came to Meiding City to complete the actual combat training, but this happened. I might as well sign up to join the rabble army and fight with Philie.
field."
Roy looked at Little Watermelon's white and plump face with a strange expression. He really couldn't imagine that this guy had such courage. He asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
"You think I look safe, right?" Little Watermelon rolled her eyes at Roy and tried to look fierce: "I'm the cruelest!"
Roy's cheeks twitched as he looked at Little Watermelon's face that was more funny than cruel.
After a moment, they both laughed at the same time.
After all, they are young at heart, and soon the two of them became familiar with each other. Little Xigua said quietly: "When it comes to killing people and fighting, I am not as good as those guys. They are all old mercenaries, risking their lives with their heads up. Killing people is easier than killing chickens.
However, when it comes to strength, hey, apart from the flag leader of this team, I am the second best in this team."
"You?" Roy looked at Little Watermelon up and down, but he really didn't see what was so great about this guy.
"Don't look at me like that," Xiao Xigua chuckled and said proudly, "I'm a first-year student in the first training camp. I'm ranked fifth in my grade. I'm a four-star armed knight!"
Roy was shocked. This guy looked younger than him, but he was already a four-star armed knight. What's more, he was also a student in the first training camp.
"Really or not?"
"How are you? Are you scared?" Little Watermelon danced with pride, "I knew that once I reveal my true strength, many people will be shocked. Hahaha."
"Don't they know?" Roy turned his head and looked at the other mercenaries around the campfire. During this day's observation, he found that no one had much respect for Little Watermelon. They seemed to only regard him as a person who joined the Uzbekistan without knowing the heights and heights of the world.
An ordinary boy from the joint army.
Although it is not to say that they are looked down upon, mercenaries who are accustomed to determining their status based on their strength will naturally show a casual attitude.
"Of course I don't know." Xiao Xigua chuckled and said, "If you really knew my strength, who would dare to instruct me to run errands and shout around?"
Roy's mouth twitched.
He originally thought that his bad habit, which he had been forced to cultivate by his grandfather William, was bad enough, but he never expected that there were people like Little Watermelon in the world who took pleasure in it.
This guy is really a watermelon head!
Roy sincerely showed an honest smile to Little Watermelon.
Just as he was talking, another burst of laughter broke out next to him. The mercenaries were all laughing and beating their chests.
"That Ugo and the flag commander..." Roy glanced over there, turned back and asked curiously: "What on earth is going on?"
"Ugo is a member of the Coastal Mercenary Group. When the Wuhe Army was established, that guy was disliked and was kicked to the Wuhe Army as the flag commander." Little Xigua said: "But after the old bear came,
He was overwhelmed in every aspect."
Speaking of Ugo, Xiao Xigua looked disdainful, spat, and then continued: "You know, His Majesty has issued a recruitment order for wandering warriors. The military merits of wandering warriors are the same as those of the regular army. They are recognized by the royal family and the Knights Hall. The promotion rewards are also the same.
.As long as you do well, you might be able to earn a share of the fief through your military exploits."
Roy nodded. The importance of fiefs to knights is well known.
Just like the roots of a big tree, it is almost certain for a knight who owns a fief to complete the registration of the Knights Hall and truly join the ranks of the nobility.
Before that, mercenaries like Lao Xiong and Ugo were just civilians with the strength of knights. They were just like the non-commissioned officers of the Knights holding the swallow-tail flag. Even if they were the same strength as the knights holding the long flag,
But the gap in status is huge.
Undoubtedly, using military merit to win a military fief has a fatal attraction for many mercenaries in this world who have more than one level of fighting spirit.
"I heard that in the northwest Prussian province, a brave four-star mercenary joined the command of Archduke Frederick, and in just one month he accumulated military merit and was promoted to the rank of first-class Tiger Lieutenant," Little Xigua clicked his tongue in admiration.
, "According to the salary of the position, a first-level tiger captain has four fiefs. Gee, that guy is getting rich."
"By the way, there is an even more amazing guy. It is said that he is a certain down-and-out nobleman." Xiao Xigua thought of another example: "That guy's family was almost bankrupt, but he made contributions in the border town of Longmen and was immediately promoted to the top.
After entering the third-level dragon school, the whole family turned around instantly."
"Let's get to the point, what's going on with Ugo?" Roy couldn't help but interrupt Little Watermelon. This guy's thinking is of a divergent type. If he wasn't pulled back, he would probably be able to talk about these legends all night long.
"Ugo? Hey, that guy also daydreams like this!" Little Watermelon grinned: "But that guy is not good at himself and always wants to recruit all the powerful people into his team. As a result, last time, we were ranked first
Several third-year seniors from the training camp came to sign up and were originally assigned to our team, but Ugo took them hard and started fighting with Lao Xiong."
"First training camp?" Roy was speechless for a while, then turned and looked around, "How many people from your training camp are here?"
"Is there anything surprising?" Xiao Xigua said casually, "The training camp is the cradle of the empire's generals. It is natural to fight on the battlefield. Besides, the credits converted from military merit are much higher than those in exams. There are not many of the three major training camps in any year.
A ruthless person who had his credits deducted because of his conduct goes to a border town to earn credits?"
As he said that, Xiao Xigua looked around: "There are a few people in our first training camp this time. Besides me, there are seven or eight others. There are quite a few from the second training camp and the third training camp..."
Xiao Xigua said somewhat depressedly: "He...I have met those guys these days. They are all simpering and talking about the number of people participating in the war. If it weren't for...forget it, let's not talk about the deputy instructor, the old turtle.
.When I make great achievements, one of them will be better than ten of them!"
Roy was secretly happy. It seemed that the competition between the three major training camps was everywhere. Even on the battlefield, there was still competition.
"After that incident, the feud between Ugo and Lao Xiong was forged." This time, Little Watermelon took the initiative to bring the topic back, shaking his chubby head and said: "As a result, several of my senior brothers were assigned to other places.
Centurions. Nu... right over there. Three armed with four stars, two with one star for bravery."
Roy followed Little Watermelon's gaze. In another centurion camp at the foot of the hill, several young men were chatting and laughing among a group of mercenaries. It seemed that the situation was very important.
While observing the students from other training camps wandering around, suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hooves came from far away, galloping quickly down the hillside.
Everyone was attracted by the thunderous sound of horse hooves.
Roy and Xiao Xigua stood up with the crowd and turned to look.
Thirty "Celestial Knights" wearing full black magic pattern armor were seen, surrounded by a female knight riding a dark blue unicorn, rolling past the camp like a whirlwind and heading straight for the camp.
The magic patterns on the bodies of the thirty black-armored knights shone with blue light in the night. The horses sitting down were extraordinary. Inspired by the gorgeous battle rings, their muscles swelled like giant beasts. They were bigger than the mouth of a bowl.
The big iron hooves writhed rapidly, shaking the earth and making a sound like rolling thunder.
There were hundreds of non-commissioned officers and retinues surrounding them, their lances pointing straight into the sky like a forest of spears. As their horses galloped, their swallow-tailed flags trembled straight in the wind.
But everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the female knight in the lead.
The female knight is wearing a fiery red magic armor that outlines her graceful curves. The magic patterns are like flower branches and vines, which look like ice-blue roses blooming in the night. Her face is covered by a helmet with six flaming wings on the temples.
He couldn't see his face clearly, but his long snow-like hair was blowing in the wind with the flying wings, like a glacier in the fire. It was dazzling.
The unicorn sat down. Every time it ran in the night, its body emitted strands of silvery white light and golden starlight. This light was shaken behind as the unicorn ran like a whirlwind.
In the wind, it bends, twines, twinkles, and gradually disappears, forming a brilliant band of light.
"Who is she?" Roy asked in surprise as he watched the cavalry go away.
"Miss Sophia, the youngest daughter of Archduke Adolf." Little Watermelon said with great excitement: "The leader of the Bavarian Knights, the goddess in the eyes of all men in Lulian."
"It's amazing." Roy exclaimed as he stared at the light that disappeared in the camp.
From the moment the female knight appeared, he felt an almost suffocating pressure. It seemed that anyone who dared to take a step closer to her would be crushed into powder and dissipated in the wind.
Until she passed away, this feeling still existed in the body and could not go away for a long time.
Little Xigua said: "Of course. Otherwise, why do you think Lulian has been able to support himself until now?"
As soon as Xiao Xigua finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion all around.
Immediately, a rapid sound of horns came from the distance.
In the dark night, the troops in the south suddenly moved. Countless torches were like fire dragons wandering in the night. After a while, the sound of killing was loud.
"Is it Fei Lie's night attack or should we attack!" Little Watermelon quickly climbed up the big tree, stood on the branch and looked into the distance. Roy, on the other hand, turned his gaze to the north.
There, under the cover of darkness, a Solan army was bypassing the camp and marching northeast. There were more troops of the Lulian Legion, gathering in formation.
Retreat? At this time?
An ominous premonition flashed through Roy's mind.
At this time, he heard the roar of the old Xiong Xiaoxiao who rushed from the central command tent of the rabble-rous army: "Everyone, gather immediately and prepare to fight!"