The third update of the outbreak of war! Brothers, throw your tickets hard!
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"Have a drink, kid, you look terrible."
The home-brewed bitter beer was poured into one-third of the wooden wine glass, and the gentle comfort was mixed with the majesty of a command. Chevalier Pierre and his waiter looked at their trembling hands holding the handle of the glass, almost
The yellow alcoholic drink that was about to shake out of the cup was brought to the lips of the invited guests with difficulty.
Locke couldn't help but feel a little sad when he looked at his playmate who used to be full of energy and seemed to have inexhaustible energy. To use the best euphemism to describe it, Lousnel looked like a frightened rabbit.
Like a newborn fawn shaking non-stop.[
He was completely frightened.
The question is, how could this happen?
What exactly happened to the expedition team in the past few days, and how did they cause those heavy casualties and corpses that appear like the most terrifying nightmares? What kind of horrific experience can make a person who is making a lot of noise like a big monkey before setting off?
The cub turned into a quail waiting to be sold?
Locke wanted to know, Pierre wanted to know, and everyone who did not participate in this clearing operation wanted to know.
"That place is hell...yes, it is the devil's paradise..."
The boy, who almost choked on the bitter beer, licked his cracked lips and groaned in a low, passive voice as he recounted the experiences of the past few days that he wanted to forget.
There wasn't much information to chew on on the first day. Everything was like a leisurely outing in the wild. A few knights with overly literary talents recited new poems loudly, and the commander and several superior knights spoke with ambiguous expressions.
Smiling and exchanging some secret topics among men, the emotionally infected soldiers walked on the road with a relaxed pace.
"Idiot! Rookie!"
Chevalier Pierre, who had experienced many bloody battles and accumulated a lot of battlefield survival experience, shook his head and blurted out comments that sounded like scolding.
He had witnessed the same thing with his own eyes: careless and arrogant aristocratic commanders; novice soldiers who lacked actual combat experience, a loose marching formation that looked like a game, and a comfortable and romantic atmosphere floating around.
Charlemagne's newbies were nervous and excited about going on the battlefield for the first time. The orc ambush troops hidden in the jungle felt blessed by the mother goddess when a group of fat sheep walked into the ambush ring. It is said that there were even orc commanders who were overly happy.
Laugh till you suffocate...
The long time and bloody lessons still failed to change the granite heads of the nobles. The gentlemen were still keen on the fatal marching method and refused any changes. After all, this involved the nobles' face issues, and in the safe rear area
Looseness seems to be within the allowed range.
"Perhaps an orc's bludgeon can cure those nut-skulls."
The angry mutterings gave the boys who had not yet become knights something to say. Not knowing what to say, they looked quietly at Chevalier Pierre, who was holding his forehead.
Taking a deep breath of air, the stagnant mass in his abdominal cavity was slightly relieved with a long breath. Thinking about getting rid of the control of emotions, the lower knight nodded, indicating that the children could continue.
"After packing up and setting off on the second day, about two moments later, the team stopped and said that the queue in front noticed the situation."
The scene at that time seemed to reappear in front of them. The knights put their hands on the hilts of their swords, and some even pulled down their masks. The soldiers held the weapons in their hands in confusion and nervousness. Their hearts were so nervous and excited that they almost jumped out, but they didn't know what to do.
The rookie attendant who was doing something. The noble who always raised his chin haughtily and looked down at others - everyone's eyes were focused on the vanguard who trotted back.
"The soldier named Sancho reported to the Viscount that several wooden signs and scarecrows were found at the fork in the road ahead."
Niel shivered, and Chevalier Pierre glanced at him without interrupting. The veteran knew very well how the recruits' bodies would react when they recalled the extremely terrifying scene of the first battle.[
"Knight Paley came to the front of the group with a few soldiers, and then the knight became very angry."
The knight who has always maintained a normal heart and elegant posture will naturally be very unhappy when he sees the extremely insulting and satirical words written in Charlemagne's script on the wooden sign. The scarecrow hanging by his neck in imitation of a hanging has black letters on its chest [We
A free grave for everyone who breaks into our home!] The wooden sign with this kind of wording successfully made the knight explode.
The knight drew his sword and strode forward. Before finding a head that could be chopped off, he could only break up the annoying gadgets to vent his anger.
Correct response - from the perspective of the elves.
"When the knight was still two steps away from those obscene things, an explosion occurred under his feet."
"explode?"
Pierre and Locke stood in a confused position. Niel, who looked frightened, nodded vigorously and reiterated the words used to describe the scene.
"There was a loud bang like a thunderbolt, a fireball as big as a fist rose from the ground, and the wind mixed with sand, lime, soil and human blood hit me in the face. There was no doubt that it was an explosion."
"I know what an explosion is, kid. I will never forget the way some fire magic hits people and explodes in all directions, as well as the burning smell. The question is - how did it happen?"
Trigger-type magic traps do exist, but the accompanying magicians can sense some abnormalities in Mana. In addition, the qualifications required to make such spells are at least the trigonometric level. Elves who cannot use magic should obviously not be the instigators.
"The explosion occurred suddenly. The magician sergeant and the viscount did not feel any abnormal flow of mana before. After the explosion, no mana residue was found after using the spell."
Niel stepped over the confusion and lost his tone, making the smoke that shrouded the puzzle thicker. He swallowed the temporary solution to the question and continued to tell everything that happened at that time in a sad and low tone.
"Knight Paley's right leg was blown off."
The moment the soles of the feet stepped onto the carefully covered shallow pit, the knight's weight plus the weight of various metal attachments caused the piston of the empty tube to do work. The white phosphorus placed at the bottom of the empty tube was ignited by the compressed air. Under the white phosphorus, it filled the stone.
The nitrocellulose that carved out the space exploded.
The principle was so simple that even a junior high school student with a little knowledge of chemistry could describe and understand the improvised explosive device that worked smoothly. Just as the designer had expected, the right leg, which was heavily protected by plate armor and cotton cloth, was blown to pieces amidst the roar.
At the root of the tree, the knight who fell in the dust hugged his shortened right leg, which was constantly gushing blood, rolling over and wailing. The severe pain that eroded the ability to think made the open mouth in addition to the exhaust gas and mournful screams that continued to lower the body temperature.
The sound is emitted from the vocal cords. The sharp screams produced by the human body being torn apart are like bowstrings on the nerves of the rookies, pulling back and forth to the limit of endurance of the newcomers who have not fully tasted the smell of blood. The climax of listening has passed, and gradually
The low treble adds a graveyard-like atmosphere to the cool breeze of late autumn.
"The nearest people immediately rushed to the knight's rescue and tried to pull him back from there. The Somervi knight rushed in front, and the knight's feet suddenly sank into the ground, and the bush suddenly exploded - a semi-circular ring explosion. Smoke and dust
Covering the line of sight. Several companions who wanted to go up to rescue again asked the Viscount to stop them. Moans and wailings came from the dust and mist. Their throats were torn out, and the people were put into the bottom of hell to torture, ravaged...screams..."
As if encountering severe cold weather, his upper and lower teeth were clashing frequently, his lips were frighteningly pale, and his distracted eyes reflected the blood color at that time. His out-of-control hands didn't know where to place them, and they slowly groped towards the bulge in his throat that had only appeared for a few months.
past.
"Calm down, kid."
Pierre tightly grasped the hands of the young man who had lost the restraint of thinking. His resolute, confident, rough and gentle brown eyes looked directly at the young man who was dominated by fear, and comforted the young child who had returned from the battle for the first time.
"Exhale all the air in your body, and take another deep breath. Inhale, exhale. Very good, my child, you are safe. This is Agen Tolaton, the home of your dear Uncle Pierre, the furious one."
The safest refuge in the world that even a fire dragon would not dare to break into."
"They were all beaten to pieces!"
The restored rationality and uncontrollable emotions turned into sad wails, and Niel's almost desperate wail shook the room.[
"The unarmored soldiers fell to the ground and rolled around in the dust. Blood flowed from head to toe. Wherever they rolled, red marks stained the area. Ike-Knight of Somevi
The attendant, with red hair, a freckle face, and high cheekbones, who always likes to tell ghost stories to scare people, his face is facing me. God... His face is full of holes, big and small...
The left eye hung outside the eye socket...the eye socket also turned into a bleeding hole. His mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, constantly spitting out blood bubbles. I heard...I could hear him saying to me "It hurts a lot."
Awesome, I can’t see you on the left side, please help me, for the sake of the Mother Goddess, get out of this hellish place].”
I burst into tears.
Under the intense emotional impact, it was difficult for Niel's words to maintain normal logic and coherence.
Even though the squire has not yet become a true knight, young people who always restrain themselves by the knight's code should be as brave and fearless as their mentors. There is no room for any cowardice in front of the bloody battlefield scene - no matter where they are.
, they should all behave like men and move forward like warriors.
Brain trolls who don't have to go to the battlefield themselves and have no family or friends who died in the war will probably yell like this. They don't need to bleed, they can't feel the pain, and most of the time they just vent with an irresponsible mouth.
Even if you know that the other person is just a child who will die a worthless death in a miserable and unimaginable way after seeing someone for the first time - a child who follows human instinct and feels fear, but fear is not a crime like desertion.
The act of spitting is excusable, but it doesn't stop them from spitting.
There is no such barbaric and inhumane accusation. Pierre, who has survived many life-and-death battles with orcs, and who is still alive today after saying goodbye to many of his former comrades, knows that the first time he experienced a battle, he experienced failure and
What kind of pressure will extremely bloody scenes bring to newcomers?
They are knights who abide by the spirit of chivalry and are proud to protect the sacred land and civilian believers who believe in the Mother Goddess.
While they bear responsibilities and obligations, they are still living people who bleed and shed tears, and feel pain and joy.
Faced with a weapon created with the purpose of maximizing the victim's agony before death, and the appearance of the victim still enduring pain and abuse at the end of his life, Niel's slight gaffe at this moment should be understood.
If you shed tears for your comrades who died with great pain and regret, or if you see your playmates from childhood to adulthood being beaten to death as easily as rags and losing control - it would be too harsh and too inhumane to criticize prohibition even for this.
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Small theater time
Brunhil: This is the third update today. Why don’t you, Mr. Li Lin, say something?
Li Lin: Well, what can I say... By the way, the New Year is approaching, let’s do it together!
Brunhil: Well, when it comes to the New Year, that is indispensable. Let’s do it together!
Li Lin (pretending to be cute): No gifts for the holidays this year!!
All the elves (group post): No gifts, no gifts!
Li Lin (Change Po Color): I only give gifts to native planes!
All the elves (group po color 2): earth - flying - machine!
All the human knights and soldiers holding lunch boxes: Wow - why do we have to be whipped to death by you guys even if we die!