Duke of Grief

Bulilu——

A few horse-drawn horses came from a distance, and a wooden wheel nailed with a sheet of iron rolled on the ground, leaving a few ruts on the wet ground.

"Alas..." An Likui, who guarded the camp door with Diego, sighed listlessly and muttered softly, "It's going to war again..."

Entering the camp door, like An Likui, Diego, who has no spirit, glanced at his colleagues. "Don't you like to make money? You have been so happy before."

"That's different!" An Likui held the rifle in his hand and grinned. "Before was now, now is now, I have money now, why do I have to fight... I hold those money , You can go back and buy..."

"Hush! Hush!"

Hearing An Likui's words, Diego was frightened with a cold sweat, and quickly shut his mouth.

An Likui also realized what had happened, his face suddenly turned pale, his mouth closed, and he stared at the goods that were constantly being transported into the barracks.

After a while, the two of them were relieved, and the others didn't even know what happened before.

The soldiers of the army are the most superstitious. Whether they are low-level soldiers or middle- and high-level officers, they are quite superstitious. Some words cannot be said. Once they are said, they may not be able to survive on the battlefield.

Just like the soldiers of the Rezers, they believed that they must take a bath before the war. No matter how long they did not take a bath, they must take a bath before and after the war, otherwise they might die in the battle. Will increase greatly.

Diego and An Likui don't know how this superstition was passed down. There are too many versions circulating in the military, and the credibility is not very high.

In addition to these superstitions, there are some words, such as'Go back to get married','Go back to hometown','Retire after fighting this battle', etc. These words can never be said. Once said, not only may I, Even those who hear these words around them may be affected.

Now that the war seemed to be ready to start again, An Likui almost said that sentence, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

After relaxing, An Likui supported his body with a spear, trying to distract from this topic: "Diego, have you heard? It was the'Marquis of El Faro', who, like our majesty, came to the front line in person Or else, the opposite will not be so vigorous recently. If he does come, will he start a decisive battle next?"

But his words did not sound very good, Diego sighed and said heavily: "Yeah, there may be a decisive battle..."

Then, An Likui also followed the silence.

If there is a decisive battle, it is a good thing and a bad thing--

For nobles and civilians, this is a good thing, because the war is finally over, but for soldiers, this is not a good thing, because the war is finally over...

If there is a decisive battle, surely many people will die? So is there one of them among the dead? Or two?

For Diego and Anrikui, war is unpredictable, maybe it will die under the knight's iron hoof, maybe it will die under a tributary, maybe it will die under a spell, maybe it will die at the enemy's swordsman Next, they may die in their own hands...

After all, that is ‘war’!

Watching the convoys all enter the barracks, the gate was about to close, and An Likui opened his mouth. He couldn't say the word'want to go home.

In this barracks, who wants to stay on the battlefield besides those who are greedy for money and bloodthirsty?

War will kill people, many people will die, stay on the battlefield, who knows whether the next person to die is himself?

Strict military regulations-At least the military regulations of the Rezer's army are stricter than those of other military forces, because they not only protect Greenland and its surroundings, some of them are from the border.

The friction on the border is much stronger than in the mainland, but even so, many people are still afraid of the decisive battle.

They dare not discuss the upcoming battle, but the people of other armies dare to discuss this matter with other noble armies!

When Diego and Anriku rested, the bits and pieces of conversation around them always entered their ears.

"Fight... die..."

"El Faro... Your Majesty..."

"We...war..."

"go!"

The irritated Diego growled, picked up the jerky and beer, and left with his head down.

An Likui followed, biting the dried meat, which was very dry, and the taste was not very tasty. The meat was very hard, and she could only chew a few bites and swallow it.

The taste of beer is not very good, and it’s not just that they have alcohol. Other military people also have alcohol. When walking back to their tents, they can see that everyone except the one who decides to watch the night is drinking. , Eat meat.

Is the decisive battle really coming...?

An Likui followed behind Diego, chewing on the dry pieces of meat, just like chewing on ‘hope’, and swallowed it bite after bite into his belly.

The residual sun is like blood, as if thinking that this place is about to be covered with blood, so Diego refused to look up. His eyes were always looking for the shadows. The timidity in his heart made his heart rate continue to increase. Looking at the shadows, he really imagined those. Like rogues who can dive into the shadows, hide in and wait for the decisive battle before coming out.

The afterglow has gradually receded, and the cold has re-climbed the soldiers' skin. Under the campfire, the white gas that is sighing is no longer so clearly visible.

Even though the cold winter is moving away, the ruthless cold winter girl did not give them a little breathing time, wrapped in the quilt, Diego and An Likui lay in the tent, listening to the grunts of other comrades, but did not sleep at all.

‘Combat is about dying, but it’s all us…’

‘It’s the same over El Faro. Your Majesty is kind. ’

‘Let’s all live to the end of the war... Hey, why don’t you talk? ’

These words lingered in their minds, making them sober and scary, and even the cold air and quiet atmosphere did not make their hearts beat.

Even if the grunt is in the ear~www.NovelMTL.com~ but the heartbeat of ‘Pump Thump’ is particularly harsh.

In their view, quiet also seems to mean depression, and the darkness in the tent even makes their minds fall into a state of fear...

They didn’t choose to cry because it was a coward’s performance. It was difficult for the cowardly to survive on the battlefield. When facing the enemy, they couldn’t even know what they should do now — they filled their hearts and minds with fear. So when they were crowded by their colleagues and pushed to the front, they would be doomed if they didn’t have the favor of the goddess of luck.

An Likui and Diego did not get a good rest, so they woke up early in the morning and their brains were groggy.

But it's not just them, but more people, it looks like they didn't sleep well-there are many people besides them!

They chewed their breakfast slowly-two loaves of bread and a glass of beer, which looked no different from the past.

Seeing this, they were relieved.

Yesterday the supplies had just been transported, probably because of this, so they had the extra meal last night... The soldiers so comforted themselves in their hearts, and then twitched their lips and yawned.

"Ha~~" An Likui yawned and smashed his mouth. "It's so sleepy... I hope I can sleep well tonight."

As soon as the voice fell, a voice resounded through the sky: "Krelov Alfred Berg Reiser!"

The soldiers in the barracks stopped working and looked around blankly, wondering where the voice came from, and who the name was...

"Let's fight!"

Diego's yawn stopped abruptly, his mouth wide open, staring blankly at the sky, and suddenly remembered whose name it was.

His Majesty the King, Krylov III!