"Where are Horns, Amy and Da Qingshan?" Mo Ye and Horns had only met once and were not very familiar with each other. Long squeezed out from the cavalry.
"Uncle Long, they are behind and will be there soon." Horns, Amy, and Da Qingshan all called these fathers uncles.
"Are you all out of danger?" Long's brows almost knit together, and he half-bowed to grab the dwarf's shoulder - Long knew Horns well, and this was a dwarf who could rival Amy and Daqingshan in terms of combat skills.
Warrior, but now he smells of blood, his brown beard is stained with blood that has not been cleaned up in time, and there are small pieces of flesh. The blue ax stuck diagonally behind his back is covered with solidified black blood clots that wipe out the original luster. The same
Brown curly hair fell over his shoulders, and wet sweat wet his back. The same was true for the young mercenaries behind him, and most of them were injured. Long and Mo Ye's hearts immediately rose to their throats.
"I... I have been in front, and Da Qingshan is in charge of the rear. But... Amy's girlfriend was seriously injured, Master Lei Ge and Lu'er seem to have exhausted their magic power. Da Qingshan knows better about the casualties of the mercenary group.
." There was a strong uneasiness in his brown eyes, and Horns no longer knew what to say. From last night to now, he had almost no time, or to be more precise, he did not dare to look back at the wounded in the rear.
Amy's girlfriend? The two middle-aged people looked at each other. She was an important figure that they had never heard of. A girl who could catch Amy's eye would not be too bad in any aspect. Such a girl would not be too bad among Amy and others.
All were seriously injured under the protection of others? Others...
At this time, the Chinese army and the Crazy Eagle Swordsmen battalion arrived one after another. The mercenaries silently stepped out of the way and took out Amy, Da Qingshan, Lei Ge, Chi Aotian, Sha Ruo, and Baer inside.
Bass and other principals gave way.
Long and Mo Ye walked in directly along with the crowd: "Da Qingshan, Amy, 8284, are you all out?" In their slightly trembling voices, it was hard to tell whether they were happy or worried.
Daqingshan was mostly in the rear, with less blood on his body. He punched his shield on the ground: "Uncle Long, Uncle Mo Ye, we have all come out, but it seems that the small mercenary group has suffered heavy losses...many mercenary brothers seem to
Both..." The two people seemed to hesitate in succession.
Compared with Amy, Da Qingshan, etc., Long and Mo Ye are both battle-hardened and have passed death countless times on the battlefield. They are even used to having their comrades disappear from their side after every battle. Generally,
Under the circumstances, they were no longer surprised by war and death, but it was different at this time... Whether it was Mo Ye, Long or Barbas who broke out, it was the first time that they silently prayed not to see the scene of death.
Because most of the young people in this team that just broke out of the death line are their nephews.
In any case, they don't want to see the scene where the white-haired person sends the black-haired person.
pity……
"Brother..." A little girl's heartbreaking cry came from the end of the team, and the miserable and sad voice attracted everyone's attention.
At the back of the team, a girl in a blue magic robe cried bitterly and threw herself on a simple stretcher. A pale young man's face was exposed under the thin blanket on the stretcher. Beside the stretcher, a maid squatted languidly.
The chaplain of the regiment had a very gloomy expression on his face.
"Brother, please open your eyes and look at me..." The girl shook the boy's arm desperately, "Brother, you can't leave me alone like this... You promised my parents to take care of me... Brother..."
Looking at Amy, Da Qingshan and others gathered around, the old pastor gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands: "He was fine just now, and he said he wanted to buy food for his sister. Who knows... who knows
Well... just so fast."
"How many people have gone?" Long's feelings for these children for two years can no longer be expressed in words, and his voice is obviously trembling.
Daqingshan silently pushed away a few mercenaries. Behind them, dozens of sledges were placed crookedly. On each sledge lay the bodies of several dead mercenaries from the small mercenary group.
Long and Mo Ye seemed to have aged 30 years all of a sudden. Long swayed slightly as he walked between the sledges, cautiously for fear of disturbing anything. He whispered the names of the mercenaries he knew: "Lin
Da...Joseph...Hampo...Elisha...Little Neutron...Akai...the fourth child of the Boming family..." Sometimes he squatted down and closed his eyes for the dead mercenary.
Tears fell slowly.
"Long... stop reading, please..." Barbas choked with sobs.
In front of the last sledge, Long's body suddenly panicked violently: "Xiaodou?"
Mo Ye heard this and looked at the sledge in front of Long in disbelief. He staggered over and pushed Long away and crouched down. Barbas also jumped over: in the middle of the sledge, a 14 or 5-year-old boy was sleeping soundly.
, one hand is tightly holding the sword beside him, the other hand is half-stretched in his arms, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his body is covered with a black blanket.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't talk about them lightly, but it's still not the time to feel sad.
The eyes of the three grown men were filled with mist at the same time, and tears dripped onto the sledge.
Xiaodou? Amy, Daqingshan, and Horns felt as if they were stabbed by a knife. The three boys simultaneously remembered the autumn three years ago. Outside the west gate of the Frozen Fortress, Mo Ye shouted to a dilapidated small house.
The same sound came out: "Xiaodou."
A boy who was a little over ten years old came out and saw them. A smile appeared on his yellow face, and he greeted his parents one by one: "Uncle Mo, Uncle Wu Lanfu, Uncle 8284, hello."
Still remember, Mo Ye knelt down and picked up this boy named Xiaodou. "Where is your mother?"
Still remember, Xiaodou reached out and touched the long sword on Mo Ye's back, "She went to work for someone else." She showed an envious expression.
I even remember that Wu Lanfu looked worriedly at the thatched house that was almost blown off by the wind: "Winter is coming soon. Your mother didn't tell you when to tidy up the house? How can you survive the winter like this?"
The little boy said very sensibly: "My mother said: Every year is difficult, and every year is difficult. It will be better when I grow up."
Da Qingshan couldn't control it anymore. He covered his mouth and squatted down. His shoulders and black hair were slightly shaken by the breeze. A low cry came out from nowhere. Amy no longer knew what it felt like.
He didn't know until today that the great swordsman named Yasai who didn't like to talk was Xiaodou three years ago. He remembered that he was chatting with the mercenaries once and casually talked about Xiaodou. Yasai was beside him at that time, but
He didn't act like he was listening to other people's stories. What a good brother. He never mentioned knowing Amy at any time, and he was a person who never liked to express himself in front of others.
Mo Ye slowly pulled Xiaodou's hand out of his arms, and the choked cry suddenly turned into a howl. The boy's white hand held a small seal bone horn, and one end of the horn was tied with a red string around his neck.
Both Long and Barbas knew this horn. It was a trophy that Mo Ye took from the Hami trumpeter in a border conflict five years ago. For a long time, Mo Ye was not married at that time.
, loves Xiaodou very much, and has been using a small steel file to file a huge horn to make it more beautiful. While working, he kept talking about giving it to Xiaodou. Everyone also joked that if Mo Ye has a child in the future,
Daughter, you can recruit Xiaodou as your wife...
Mo Ye fiercely picked up Xiaodou's body from the stretcher and put it in his arms. Everyone screamed in surprise. Mo Ye lowered his head and almost fainted: Xiaodou was attacking the Merlin Thousand Soldiers.
He was assassinated by the half-moon-shaped fish scale formation cleverly formed by the werewolf. In that impact battle, each fallen mercenary was stabbed by at least four sharp blades at the same time - the werewolf's half-moon-shaped scimitar almost cut off Xiaodou's body.
, the internal organs and lotus roots were exposed in the front of the abdomen, and all the blood had been left, and the red body was pale white.
Fan Zijue and dozens of nobles stood far away, looking at everything in front of them, with a sore nose. Fan Zijue walked in silently, patted Long's shaking shoulder: "People, it's better to be laid to rest first."
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The sledges were gathered together one by one, and the corpses of the grassland elves were placed separately. Several elderly priests carefully wiped the blood on the faces of the corpses with wet cloths. Every time they passed by a corpse, they chanted in a low voice.
Sing the Holy See's requiem song: "Holy souls return to the distant pure land..."
Long opened a bone jar from the package, poured out some self-igniting powder from it, and sprinkled it on the children's corpses with a wave of tears. After a while, red seedlings strung out from the corpses, and all the sledges turned into fireballs.
.
Under the blazing flames, the once-full of vitality turned into wisps of light smoke curling up - is there really a paradise in the sky? Will the God of Death's spiritual hall accept these people to fight a bloody path for their companions, using their own lives in exchange for it?
The pure souls of the life warriors of Paoze?
Mo Ye held the small horn with both hands, put the slender whistle in his mouth, and a whimpering sound came from the horn - what Mo Ye played was a horn tune that was very familiar to federal soldiers in the northern part of the empire.
, it is said that it came from the Hami people. This tune is most commonly used in the memorial ceremonies of the Hami people. Most of the border guards have seen the Hami people holding their dead brothers motionless like dead people after the war.
He was sitting there, humming this tune.
At first, as the flames rose, the song was euphemistic and long, as if recalling the past with the friends. Then, the sad and cantabile tune ran through all the remaining songs. The horn in Moye's hand was based on Hami
The large horn used in the military camp was adapted from the horn used by a single person in the minstrel band. The hardness of the seal bone adds to the desolation of the minstrel...
With raging flames in their eyes, Long and Barbas sang the song of the Hami people with the sound of Mo Ye's horn. At this moment, Long and Barbas simultaneously recalled those immersive experiences back then.
In the pain of Pao Ze's death, the Hami people stood motionless like a dead person. Perhaps, this is what he looked like at this time.
brother,
Your arms are green pine,
You said, side by side we can go further;
brother,
Your mind is like the sea,
Do you think, how many nights we sleep together;
brother,
Your body is like a mountain,
Who wants you to promise to block the sword with your chest?
brother,
You who turned into green pines, the sea, and the mountains,
Do I feel a sadness that I can't erase.
Brother, how are you in heaven?
...Then below is the obscure ancient Hami language. Except for some Hami people who perform sacrifices, most people are unable to know its precise meaning.
When the tune ended, the white horn drew a curve and accurately landed on Xiaodou's sledge. The flames shot up high and he accepted the new sacrifice with joy.
In the autumn of the 4th year of the Magic Calendar, in what later became known as the Famous Battle of Xilin Island, the small mercenary group suffered an unprecedented blow since its creation.
Is the service:
The total number of people in the headquarters of the small mercenary group is 623. Among them, there are 302 people in the Great Swordsman Battalion, 90 people in the Blocking Swordsman Battalion, 60 people in the Demon Swordsman Battalion, 112 people in the Wild Eagle Swordsman Battalion, and 52 people in the Archer Battalion. They are mainly responsible for
There were 7 people. A total of 601 people participated in the battle, and the other 22 people were stationed at treehouse bars on the Eminol continent.
In this battle, a total of 176 mercenaries were killed, including 126 from the Great Swordsman Battalion, 24 from the Blocking Swordsman Battalion, 12 from the Demon Swordsman Battalion, and 14 from the Archer Battalion.
Number of injured: 384, of whom 45 will leave the battlefield forever.
In a small-scale conflict, the casualty ratio reached 80%. If only this number was calculated, the victory of the small mercenary group could only be regarded as a tragic victory.
Later generations often call a victory in which the total number of casualties reaches more than 60%: "Xilin Island-style victory." No one can withstand more than two Xilin Island-style victories, not even a dark rattlesnake with two heads.