[Jinghu County]

[Green Valley]

The sun covered with a thin gauze was walking lazily in the air. In the distance, under the cotton-like clouds, Qingmeng Mountain and Yinque Mountain exuded a green coolness.

The Provincial Avenue from Qingyin Pass to Lugu Town has been completely occupied by the marching column of the Tiefeng County Army.

A long dragon carrying wounded and baggage crawled slowly on the road, looking forward and backward without a single glance.

Soldiers carrying weapons marched through the fields on both sides of the road. Although the soldiers were a little tired in their gait, most of their expressions were relaxed and pleasant.

From time to time, laughter and cheering burst out in the queue, and even the military band boldly changed to playing a more cheerful tune.

Six days have passed since that nightmare battle.

The initial fear and grief in the hearts of the participants gradually dissipated, replaced by the glory of "surviving" and the joy of being a winner - at least on the surface.

The villagers who were living along the way also left the farm work in the threshing farm and ran to the intersection to watch the fun.

If it were before the battle, the farmers could only hide far away and would never dare to come out to make fun of it.

However, the farmers in Green Valley have now learned from the Leiqun County Army that had been driving before and the Bianjiang County Army that "the war is over."

Because the coalition forces were extremely efficient in capturing prisoners, there was no large number of defeated soldiers gathered for rebellion after the war.

The farmers who were not harmed by the riots also became bolder. Many farmers were squatting at the intersection, vigorously selling anything they could use for exchange.

As we all know, the backpacks must be filled with various spoils for winning troops, and the big-headed soldiers never save money.

So wherever the Tiefeng County Army went, it became lively.

While exchanging goods with farmers who were hawking along the road, the soldiers passed fresh fruits, brewed wine and cured meat among the queues.

For such innocuous little moves, the officers and military police also chose to go out of the way.

The marching column of the Tiefeng County Army was filled with joyful air, and laughter was everywhere.

However, even in the victorious army, there are unhappy people.

For example, monkey.

Among the happy soldiers of Tiefeng County, there was only a monkey expressionless face, which seemed out of place.

Another soldier from the same town but not from the same village came over and wanted to get close to the monkey.

However, no matter what compliments the "members" say, the monkey just walked with his head down. Seeing this, the soldiers who came to make contact had to leave a few words of congratulations and then leave awkwardly.

Lu Xirong watched the whole process again. He looked at the monkey with concern, but in the end he didn't say anything.

As if feeling the old sergeant's gaze, the monkey spoke on his own initiative.

The monkey changed the wooden pole used for a tent to the other shoulder, exposed his head, and squeezed out an unnatural smile at the Sgt. Lucien: "Why don't you teach me a lesson?"

Lu Xirong sighed: "You are about to become an officer. You will teach me a lesson from now on. It's not my turn to teach you a lesson."

Lu Xirong listened to the monkey without saying a word until the latter vented all the anger and grief since the end of the battle.

Then, the old soldier asked calmly: "Why didn't you see this after the Battle of Blood Mud?"

"Because..." The monkey subconsciously wanted to answer, but didn't know what to say, because he had never thought about this question.

Lucirong answered for the monkey: "Because your friend was not dead during the Battle of Blood Mud."

The monkey was speechless.

"Listen." Lucirong's rock-like face finally had a slight fluctuation. He closed his eyes and opened it again: "No one will forget his dead brothers and comrades, no one... I will think of them every night. But this battle will only be commemorated as a great victory, and will never be regarded as a massacre of thousands of people who died. No one will remember them, nor will anyone remember us. Only we will remember them, but we will not mention them. You must learn this, because only in this way can you live with peace of mind."

The monkey shook his head in pain: "I can't do it."

Lu Xirong replied coldly: "Then you may not be suitable to be a soldier."

At this moment, the crisp sound of hooves sounded in the ears of both of them.

A team of cavalry with a strict military appearance came towards us, and the officers in the head were gorgeously dressed and magnificent, which attracted great attention.

Everyone hurriedly gave way, and Lucirong also pulled the monkey back into the field.

The cavalry rushed past Luxirong, Monkey and others with a majestic look, and the officer in charge did not even look at the infantry beside him.

After the cavalry passed, the infantry returned to the open space between the farmland and the avenue.

Someone looked at the backs of the cavalry with envy: "So majestic! So majestic! Who is the one who led the way?"

"Who can there be other than the Cellinibo?" the other person answered for granted.

The passage of the cavalry only brought a brief chaos. Lucirong and the company where the monkey was located quickly resumed their formation and marched towards Midoriya again.

Although the monkey followed without saying a word, he turned his head from time to time to look at the direction where the Cellinibomin disappeared.

Finally, the monkey couldn't help but stop and asked the old sergeant with a risk, "What about the officers and men? Will they remember? Will they be sad? Battalion Commander Tamas said that if he didn't know why he fought, he would tell himself to fight for the Montanepai official. But the Blood Wolf really cares about us, do you remember us?"

"Then you have to ask him yourself." Lu Xirong replied: "Stay going."

...

On the other side, Andrei marched against the large army and rode to a four-wheeled carriage in the middle of the column before dismounting.

He handed the reins to Charles, who was guarding outside the carriage, and his eyes unconsciously swept the long wind tied to the Charles saddle from his forehead to his tail.

Then he swept Changfeng from his tail to his forehead.

After completing this set of procedures, Andre couldn't help but sigh, pulled open the door and stepped into the car.

Inside the carriage, Richard Mason was lying on a small table and writing calculations.

Winters sat leaning across from Mason, reading with a letter full of words.

"It's safe near Green Valley, no enemy situation was found." Andre took out a bottle of aperitif from under his seat, bite the bottle with his teeth, took a sip with pleasure, and said with a smile: "That boy Pierre is doing a good job, even the prisoners were taken away, and no one left for Colonel Skur."

"Pierre said in the letter that after Major Felt failed in the frontal battle, he took the initiative to abandon Green Valley and retreated overnight." Winters curled up his legs and his whole body crossed, but his eyes still did not leave the letter: "He has defeated Major Felt's troops who left behind the broken rear, and is preparing to continue pursuing Major Felt's main force."

"When did the letter be written?" Andrei asked.

"Four days ago." Winters glanced at the date and handed the letter to Andre: "Do you want to see it?"

"Four days ago? What else can I see?" Andre stretched out his legs and grinned: "Maybe Major Felt is gone now."

Mason moved the table forward-the carriage was spacious, but Andre was a little squeezed as soon as he sat in.

Andre still took the initiative to lean against the senior's small table without any wits and asked enthusiastically: "Have you finished it? How much did you earn in this battle?"

"Not yet." Mason shook his head helplessly.

...

Before Andre came back, Mason and Winters were drafting a formal report on the battle.

The letter of victory had already sent someone back to Revodan as soon as possible, but the official and statistical battle report had to be written until the dust settled.

As for the notification published in the "Newsletter" and informing the whole county, we must carefully consider every word and every sentence.

The main battle broke out in Hegu Village, which started from the entry of the parliamentary army into the battlefield at noon and ended in the evening, with the defeat of the established parliamentary army.

On the day the battle ended, Winters, Geisa and Skul discussed and assigned the next phase of the task:

Colonel Geisa led the Baishan County troops with relatively complete combat power to continue northward to recover Schzeze and Bazenaur; Colonel Skur led the remaining troops of Leiqun County and Bianjiang County to go south, targeting Green Valley and Fengshi City; and the new army of Tiefeng County, which had the most complete combat power, was assigned the task of staying to clean the battlefield.

The unreasonable plan is not less subtle than the subtlety of the atmosphere when Winters, Geisa and Skur agreed on the plan.

That night, in the tent where Colonel Bode died, and in front of the body covered with military flags, Winters, Geissa and Skur looked at each other speechlessly.

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The coalition won, but it was a terrible victory.

Moreover, due to the huge losses caused by the troops of Baishan, Leiqun and Bianjiang counties, the already fragile balance within the coalition was completely broken.

Colonel Bode's death was equivalent to cutting off the most critical bond that maintained the coalition forces of the four counties.

To be honest, from the moment the last established parliamentary army was defeated, the biggest threat to Geisa and Skur became the new army of Tiefeng County, which was close to the close.

Because once the new army in Tiefeng County is assembled, it will have the ability to annihilate the coalition forces of the three counties - regardless of whether Winters Montagne has this intention.

Winters also had to consider whether Geisa and Skul would take risks under heavy pressure?

As a result, a chain of suspicion was formed.

If you continue to deduce downward, both sides will come to the same conclusion--only by taking the initiative first can you be invincible.

"So?" Winters spoke first, and he looked at Colonel Bode's body and asked softly: "Are we going to attack each other with armor?"

Geisa and Skur looked at each other.

"No." Gaisa let out a long and tired breath: "There has been too much blood today."

"What about tomorrow?" Winters raised his head, his eyes sharp as an arrow, and he asked aggressively: "What about the day after tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?"

Geisa pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Colonel Skur cleared his throat and replied ambiguously: "It depends on your decision, not ours."

Winters looked at Colonel Bode's body again, and he remembered Major Moritz's words, "For the dead, death is completely annihilated. But the thoughts, behaviors, voices, appearances, and appearances of the dead will not disappear. They are stored in the memory of the living. But that does not mean that the dead are still alive, and the dead will not live in memory. Because memory is nothing more than a painting, a page of notes, and a sound, and he will never respond to you again."

"The Iron Peak County Army will not attack you on your own initiative." Winters looked at the two colonels and said calmly: "My subordinates and I will stay in Hegu Village until the finishing work is completed."
To be continued...