Heimer, who was stumbling, tried his best to shout around: "Hey! Is anyone alive?"
The only thing that responded to him was a battle flag blown by the heat wave. Although it was broken, it was not difficult to imagine the majesty of this battle flag in the past.
This is a pennant made of white silk with blue floral tassels on the edge. A roaring lion with its head raised and roaring is stitched on the flag with gold thread.
The name of this lion is "Badafenr", a name full of glory. Noah's greatest legion is named after this lion.
The fine stitching and lifelike patterns make it easy to understand the exquisite craftsmanship of the flag makers.
Badafenr on the fluttering battle flag seems to be running on the flag. It is such a majestic lion that it was chosen by the gods to become the god's attendant. Badafenr is so powerful and brave.
.
In the roar of the golden lion Bardafin, this legion that has existed for decades also roars on the battlefield. They hold on to the majesty of the empire and the glory of Bardafin with steel and blood.
"Badafener..."
Heimer knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and paid tribute to this great flag.
Huhu...
The devastated earth cooled, and the warm wind picked up the hair on Heimer's forehead, raising the flag.
The flag was broken, and it was riddled with holes by the fire. The wind was blowing, and the broken battle flag was fluttering on this land.
The fact that this flag is able to stand here, unlike other objects that fell to the ground and was engulfed in flames, is not just because of its excellent craftsmanship.
Because something turned into a flag pier, holding up the battle flag and the sky.
"Is it... Yal?"
Heimer wiped the burnt black skeleton under the flagpole, and it felt delicate to the touch, like jade.
In order to deal with the difficulty of identifying soldiers when they died in battle, the empire often had signatures on their armor and weapons.
He opened the inside of the armor and rummaged around, finally finding the nameplate that read "Al Verdis" in the blur of flesh.
Ya'er didn't know whether it was because of the pain before his death or his own will. His hands tightly held the Paulownia flagpole, and his whole body shrank into a ball to embed the flagpole in his body.
In this way, this flag has never fallen.
If the flag does not fall, the people will not fall; if the flag falls, the people will disperse.
Flag bearers are dangerous. The soldiers who are responsible for holding the flag on the battlefield have the responsibility to protect the flag. They are also one of the first targets of the enemy's attack. The soldiers who serve as flag bearers must have the consciousness to become flag bearers.
"Yar... the person is not here, but the flag is also there. You did it, you are better than me..."
Heimer stretched out his right hand, grabbed the edge of the flag, and pulled hard. The flag fell off the flagpole, and Yal's bones also crackled, as if in response.
He tore the flag in half, one half had patterns on it, and tied it to his left arm, which had a golden lion on it.
"Badafener, I hope you can guide me forward."
Heimer sincerely prayed that Yael was his fellow countryman. The two of them joined the army at the same time, but they were assigned to different teams in the legion, so it was difficult to interact with each other on a daily basis.
The hot-blooded Yar became a flag-bearer, and Heimer quickly became a non-commissioned officer with his superb swordsmanship. He once showed off his achievements in Yar, but now he feels ashamed when he thinks about it.
Yal successfully adhered to his duties, but what about himself? He fainted without even knowing what the enemy was.
"Yal, I will try my best to bring you back."
He tore the battle flag in half, but that was not disrespectful to the flag. He had to do an important thing.
He spread the other half of the bunting next to Yair's bones, and slashed at Yair's spine with his bright sword. Sparks flew, and Yair's head immediately fell on the bunting.
The rule in my hometown is that fallen leaves return to their roots. If you can't bring the entire corpse back, then at least the head, the container that stores Yael's soul, must be returned to your hometown.
Heimel carefully wrapped Yael's head in a bunting and tied the special bundle to his back.
With this special package on Heimer's back, his body surprisingly no longer felt heavy. He felt like he was walking as fast as flying, his legs no longer trembled, and his self-pity had receded.
Because he found the direction, he already knew what he should do.
"Bring Yal back."
Heimer thought this. At least he already knew one thing that must be done, and now he finally had something to do.
"Before that, let's see if anyone else is alive."
He didn't hold out much hope, after all, even if there were really people alive, they should have retreated with the large army.
The toes of the metal shoes lifted up a piece of brown gravel under his feet, splashing out a few small clouds of dust. While avoiding the dead on the road, he silently counted the number of corpses along the way.
He had done something similar before, during the war between Noah and Stiva a few years ago, when he was responsible for recording the number of corpses on a battlefield.
He was still an ignorant recruit, holding back the fear in his heart and the nausea in his stomach, and shuttled among the shriveled or swollen corpses. After collecting the corpses, he recorded them and reported them to his superiors.
This is a cold-blooded job that is not suitable for him. Even when inspecting the corpses of enemies, he is still sad and frightened. When he sees people he once knew, he can't help but kneel down and cry bitterly while holding the corpses.
He was often ridiculed by the veterans for this, and he could not understand those so-called battle-hardened veterans who could drink strong drinks in front of the corpses of their comrades.
The dried blood, the broken corpses, and the survivors who might be hiding among them...reappeared before his eyes again after several years, but the touch in Heimer's heart was no longer there.
He gradually understood a truth, a truth that every warrior should understand.
"Death is just a destination."
Perhaps... from this moment on, he truly became a qualified soldier.
Heimer, the surviving Noah Empire sergeant stopped, he frowned and thought about the current situation:
There are now no less than a hundred corpses that can be seen with the naked eye. According to a rough estimate, there are probably thousands of corpses left on the entire battlefield. But even if the fallen are all soldiers of the Bardafinre Legion, which has tens of thousands of soldiers
The main force of the legion should still be there.
The reason why Heimer concluded that the Badafinger Legion was defeated is well-founded.
Cleaning the battlefield is the right of the winner. If their people win, it is impossible for the remains of the soldiers to be exposed in the wilderness like this. He also cannot believe that the legion has suffered such heavy losses, but the other party has not paid the slightest price.
"No, this is..."
Heimer walked on a narrow road framed by corpses and broken metal. Several bones wrapped in scorched earth on the side of the road caught his attention.
Heimer knelt down and separated the tangled corpses with his sword.
"What kind of monster is this?"
There were three bodies in total, all with signs of severe burns.
Next to the two human remains, the alien skeleton is particularly special. The skeleton of this skeleton is even larger, nearly twice the size of a normal human skeleton, and its arms are as long as the knees. This image makes people think of those
The legendary ancient devil.
Although it was roasted at extremely high temperatures and changed beyond recognition like the other two human bones, part of the dark green skin was still intact.
The alien figure, dark green skin, the studded rags around it, and the bone-crushing broadsword that is difficult for normal humans to wield, can almost confirm the true identity of this creature.
"Strong orcs...could all this be done by orcs?"
Strong orc!
Heimer was shocked by this result.
The strong orc is a member of the orc race. It is also the most typical existence among the orc race.
They are greedy, bloodthirsty, and barbaric, and are the main force among the orc tribes who kill and plunder everywhere.
In the territory they occupied, strong men and weak old people would be killed, infants would be cooked for food, and women and children would be sold into slavery.
The notorious Orcs also have the strength and appetite to match their notoriety and size.
The strong orc infantry is the elite unit of the orc empire - Shaga.
"Is this a surprise attack by the Saga Empire? No, no, this is impossible."
Even if their Badafener Army encountered a surprise attack, it would be impossible for them to suffer such heavy casualties. You must know that this army had participated in such an epic war as the siege of the black dragon Nigudi, and became the leader of the group to capture his head.
legend in.
This is an army capable of slaying dragons!
Even a group of behemoths can't compare to the black dragon named Enigoti, let alone a mere orc?
There was a dull pain in his head. His thoughts began to become clearer. Although the last piece of the puzzle of the incident had not been put together yet, it only needed to be sorted out a little now...
"Haimel? Are you Lord Heimel of the fourth battalion?"
Heimer was holding his head in thought, but an unexpected voice disturbed his thoughts.
"Who is it!"
Heimer subconsciously held the sword tightly in his hand. As long as there was the slightest movement around him, he would chop it down without hesitation.
"take it easy."
Seeing Heimer's posture, the man was also a little panicked.
He introduced himself: "I am Zeref, your cook. Have you...have you forgotten?"
"You come out first."
Heimer had some impression of the name "Zerf". Among the many cooks who prepare meals every day, there is indeed a man named Zeref, and in a sense he is quite famous. It is said that he was originally an ordinary handyman, but
He was very strong and could do the work of several people. The steward who had always admired him found that he was also good at cooking, so he made him a cook again.
"Eh, okay."
After a while, Heimer noticed that an inconspicuous corpse on his right was moving.
What a fuss.
He approached carefully with his sword and touched the "active" corpse with his toes.
However, the person in front of me has no head, and the person is not an earthworm, so of course he cannot be alive.
"oops!"
A dead body that suddenly moves twice can be interpreted as a fake corpse. After all, it is not incomprehensible for you to want to kick your legs after lying down for a long time.
But now he started shouting, and even Heimer was so frightened that his hands shook.
"Damn it, I'm stuck! Please move him out of the way."
"Uh-huh?" Heimer hadn't reacted yet.
"The one in front of you is too heavy."
Heimer finally figured out that the sound came from underneath the body.
I never thought that there would be a person hidden under this corpse. I originally wanted to send this "delayed" corpse back to heaven as soon as possible, but I retracted my hand.
Heimer dragged the body's arms and moved the poor guy away. An inconspicuous pit appeared where the body had been.
"Hey! Thanks! I'll have to dig a bigger hole next time."
Then a dusty head poked out, and then there were two more hands under the head, and those hands stretched out again - just like this, a man with unkempt hair and a medium build climbed out of such a small hole.
come out.
"Uh... you?"
How on earth did this guy stuff himself in? Heimer's head was a little dizzy.
"Ah bah! I don't want to have a next time."
The man was very happy and ignored Heimer's troubled expression at all.
"Ha, I've been lying in this hole for so long that my hands and feet are numb. I even broke my shovel because of this hole."
The man bent down and groped in the pit. After a while, he took out a large spatula used to cook a large pot of rice. Zeref also showed this thing to him.
"Uh-huh."
Although the man in front of him was a little out of line, the questions he asked to Heimer directly hit Heimel's vital point.
"Lord Heimer, is there anyone else alive on your side? Or did you come back with the troops?"
Zeref asked him. Zeref's eyes were shining, and it was obvious that he wanted Hemel to give him the answer he wanted.
But in the end, Heimer could only tell Zeref the worst case scenario:
"The entire army on my side has... been wiped out. As for the large army, I am planning to find it."
Heimer sighed. When Zeref heard Heimel say this, the original twinkling light in his eyes dimmed.
Heimer tried to break the silence and asked Zeref: "By the way, Zeref, do you recognize me?"
Zeref's eyes were dull just now, but when Heimer asked this question, he suddenly regained his vitality.
Zeref said in his unique and extremely exaggerated tone: "Oh! Sir, have you forgotten? You are really a noble man who forgets things. Although you, a knight born in a noble family in Ruthalen, cannot remember me as a groom.
So is my son..."
"Eh? Well, I'm sorry, I do..."
Since he could recognize him at first sight, this Zeref should be very familiar with him. But even though Heimer racked his brains, he couldn't remember much about Zeref.
"The first time we met was on July 17th..."
Zeref raised his head and recalled with half-squinted eyes:
"I served you the meal you had that night! I even added a chicken drumstick to you, and you held my hand and said 'thank you'. Not to mention how kind it was. It was our second meeting.
, during the day you..."
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
How do you remember this?
He remembered what he had heard from his companions in the past: This Zeref could even tell the chef how many eggs he put in a day and how many times he coughed. So the logistics department had him, and the food suddenly became better: there were more eggs.
Now, the vegetables are no longer thin, and you can still see oily flowers in the soup...
Chapter completed!