Sbia Union, Northeastern Border, Clark River Border Post.

The Clark River is a river that flows along the mountains and then goes straight into the interior of Sbia. The Clark River refers to a narrow strip of land extending northeast along both banks of the river. From the perspective of people's livelihood, this place is very inconspicuous, although it is not desolate.

, but there are no mines or farms, and the only edible fishery tastes terrible, making it a worthless place.

Even from a military perspective, the terrain here has little defensive value.

But its location on the map is very special. At least it looks like a tentacle for the Sbia Alliance to break into the Divine Alliance. It is also the northeasternmost territory. In front of it is the territory of the Divine Alliance, so it has a somewhat symbolic meaning.

The Sibia Empire has set up a post here to represent the majesty of the empire, and is also equipped with three civilian officials. It can be said to be a complete but compact border defense agency.

But this place is far away from the empire after all, and the outpost has basically been doing nothing since its establishment. The total number of people is not as large as that of the trade route maintenance team. There are only three caravans passing through the only trade route every month, and one of them even replenishes supplies to the outpost.

Therefore, the outpost has become a shelter for the disabled of the local defense forces. The officers and soldiers from top to bottom are either suffering from old injuries or are in the process of recuperating from injuries.

When Sibia became an imperial alliance, the civilian officials followed their superiors and left, but the riverside post was not assigned to the empire. Although soldiers returning from visiting relatives reported the rumors, at least the post commander did not receive an order to switch allegiances, so,

The flag of Old Sbia is still flying on the outpost - but this is also a very depressing thing.

"Handle, hilt?" An old voice sounded from the top of the post, "I'm calling you, hilt."

"Don't call me hilt!" a majestic voice roared, "I am not your nephew in the army! I am a second lieutenant! You are a superior soldier! You should call me sir!"

"Yes, sir." The smiling veteran was not angry at all, "Don't look at it. The pattern on the flag will not change if you look at it again. You'd better help me choose the dishes. Dinner will be served soon."

"It is not my duty to choose food! I am a graduate of the Royal Junior Military College! I should be galloping on the battlefield!" The young second lieutenant was furious. "It is already a huge injustice to be sent here. You actually asked me to follow you.

Choosing dishes together? What are you worried about?"

"Of course I want to keep everyone fed..." the veteran replied with a smile, "Don't worry, it's useless to worry about this kind of thing. One day, the higher ups will remember our outpost..."

"You're talking nonsense! You bastard!" The nephew walked in circles around the flagpole and grabbed his hair. "We are a regular post. We even got an excellent evaluation in the middle of last year. We even wrote eight pages in the year-end report. How could the military forget about us?"

existence! How could the chief of the staff not inform us of such a big thing! There must be something inside, and there must be enemy spies sabotaging it!"

"Send spies to deal with more than 20 old, weak, sick and disabled people? Thanks to Ben, the guns we hold are all hollow." The veteran said to his nephew earnestly, "Sbia has a lot of troops, when have we ever been important?

You'd better choose the dishes with me... This kind of thing can make people think the most, oh yes, cultivate one's health, it will be good for your injury."

"What a fool! I can't be a marshal because you are dragging me down!" Lieutenant Knife-hilt rushed down the creaking stairs in a hurry, "Sissy! Where did you die?"

"Coming - coming..." A thin private ran out of the kitchen next to him with a gentle smile on his face. The thin strap of his apron was carefully wrapped around his back and tied with a bow in the front, "Sir

good."

"Can you have some fucking military spirit? This is not your home!" Lieutenant Knife-hilt yelled, "This is an order!"

"Yes..." Sissy's peach blossom eyes immediately turned red.

"Stop! No horse urine!" Dao Ji felt that he was about to cry, so he quickly got down to business, "What kind of flag did you see when you came home?"

"It's like that, as big as our old military flag. It has a golden background, with a silver shield inside, a sword in the center, and two wheat ears below." The sissy crossed her orchid fingers in front of her, "

Next to it is a winged horse, stretching and spitting fire, with its front hooves resting on a shield..."

"That's not stretching, that's a human being standing up and neighing! That's not a horse either, it's a monster!" The commander of the sword hilt slapped his head, "What the hell you're talking about is the logo of the Cavalry Academy! Tell me about the other side!"

"Okay!" Sissy squatted down in aggrieved manner, took a small branch and drew on the ground and said, "The background is black, with a thick yellow line on top to draw a few mountains, and then a thick blue line to draw water.

It looks like, where the two lines are folded up and cross, they are as sharp as swords. In the middle of the lines is a group of stars flying forward... By the way, I heard it is called the Landscape Stars Flag!"

"Landscape...flag of stars?" Lieutenant Knife-Handle seemed to have gained something, but he was immediately annoyed by the sissy tilting her head and patting her palms, "Stop it! Stop it!"

"Okay!" The sissy girl was a little dissatisfied. She turned around a little and squinted at the handle of the knife.

"Draw it! If your mother's staff won't issue me a flag, we'll get it ourselves!" Second Lieutenant Knife-hilt slapped his thigh, "Sissy, our style is to wait and don't rely! Get me a piece of black cloth and put it on

Paint this flag, now!”

"What about dinner?" Sissy was shocked, "I'm chopping vegetables!"

"You won't die if you skip a meal!" Lieutenant Knife-Handle pushed the sissy, "Remember, you want the flagpole too!"

Just after he got the sissy away, his uncle's voice came from the top of the hilt again: "Sir - hilt - hilt?"

"What's the matter?" Lieutenant Knife-Handed raised his head. Because the flag matter was settled, his mood improved a little. "You can choose your choice by yourself. As for dinner, it doesn't matter if it's a little late."

"It's business, it seems over there..."

"Business?" Daozhi smiled, "Can you please be quiet for a while?"

"Quiet!" Uncle Knife-hilt smashed down the vegetables and scolded his sister, "Quiet, your mother - alert! A large number of troops are appearing directly ahead!"

"I'm coming up to take care of you!" Lieutenant Knife-hilt shook his butt and didn't move away. Instead, he fell on the ground and caused an old injury on his arm. Then he howled and rushed up the stairs with "kick, kick, kick".

"You old guy gets itchy after not being beaten for three days! Where are they? Ah? Where are the large army? Ah? Your eyes are covered by underwear? Ah? Who would pass through this place where there is no shit?"

His uncle was leaning on a cane, one arm pointed directly at the trade road, his face was colder than ever before - at the other end of the trade road, a horse team of hundreds of riders was galloping over quickly. They were in strict formation and menacing.

, the smoke and dust behind rose into the sky, and it actually looked like it was forcibly breaking through!

At this time, if a horse caravan of this size appears to rush through the border, it is obviously not a caravan, but can only be the enemy - the enemy!

"My mother..." The angry face on the handle immediately turned into a bitter face, with wide eyes, cold hands and feet, and cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"What, what should we do, sir?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it..." Knife's words were also awkward. He was in a daze for a long time before he said, "Let me check."

After looking at the small book for a few times, Daoliang calmed down and said to his uncle: "If you want to ring the bell, wait for my order before you ring again."

After exhaling a few breaths and patting his chest several times, Lieutenant Daoliang tried his best to keep himself serious and calm. He walked down the watchtower and ordered a veteran with cavalry experience to take the only war horse in the post to a hidden area. Once the fighting started here,

Immediately report to the rear.

After the horse ran far away and was out of sight, he walked back to the yard and nodded to his uncle on the roof. The old man turned around and grabbed the alarm lanyard and started swinging it. A dull sound that was different from the dinner bell immediately filled the landscape.

between!

In the small outpost, some soldiers walked out of each room one after another. They looked at the ensign blankly, not understanding what had happened. After repeated urging and explanation from the handle, these veteran soldiers realized that something was wrong——

These veterans who had been on the battlefield initially performed much better than the hilt. They almost didn't panic, at most they showed a sneer, then they grabbed their weapons and ran into the watchtower quickly or slowly. Some stood behind the fence with guns, and some

Place the bow and arrow on the crenel.

"It's okay, sir." One veteran even said to the knife handle, "We are the Sibia Army!"

"Of course." He held his chest up a little higher, "We are the Sibia army."

Including Second Lieutenant Daoliang, there are a total of twenty-seven troops at the outpost, one is lurking, and there are twenty-six left. Four of them have difficulty moving, three are missing fingers, two have broken arms, one is deaf, and the others have fallen.

Wounds or stab wounds on the body. The combat effectiveness can be seen by a knowledgeable person at a glance... But the soldiers here have no such worries. They are preparing for battle meticulously. The entire post is filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

shrouded.

"Report - A medium-sized crossbow aircraft is ready!"

"Report - holding ten crossbows, inspection completed!"

"Report - Twenty smoke barrels, inspection completed!"

"Report - two boxes of kerosene and live ammunition, inspection completed!"

"Roger it!" Lieutenant Knife Hilt replied according to the training procedures, "Prepare at all levels, look at my gestures - be polite and courteous, and do not damage the country's prestige!"

"Yes!" His pale hair was flying on the shopping floor, and his wrinkled hands held the crossbow, "Be polite and polite, and do not damage the country's prestige!"

The horse team on the opposite side was rushing along the trade road with a roar at this time. They were getting closer. They had spears like a forest and strong bodies. The ground began to tremble, and the spikes on the fence were like cramps.

Shaking up and down. Those military uniforms and flags can even make people feel the smell of blood!

Lieutenant Knife Hilt suddenly remembered something and looked at the Old Sbia flag above his head regretfully: "What a bad thing. I told you that it wouldn't work without the flag. What should I do now? I will be embarrassed now."

"Sir." Sissy whispered, "I can draw a small one first."

"Soldiers, stick to your posts." The handle glanced at them and surprisingly did not curse, "Your responsibility is to kill the enemy!"

"Yes - sir!" Twenty-five people responded in unison, but compared to the opponent's cavalry, these people were nothing.

"You are usually sorry for me, but I won't say this now." Second Lieutenant Knife Handle took the signal flag from his subordinates and adjusted his uniform, "Remember, I will definitely be trampled to pieces in a while, but you will definitely

I need to kill a few to take revenge!"

"Don't worry, sir." A veteran answered him, "I'll definitely make it for you."

He rubbed his white face with the knife handle, walked slowly to the middle of the trade road, raised his head and showed his nostrils, assessed the opponent's speed, raised both flags, and shouted arrogantly: "This is Sibi

Asian border, stop advancing!”

"Stop moving forward..."

"Stop moving forward..."

The command to stop advancing was endless, ringing into the distance one after another, like the echo of the second lieutenant's words - but this is a bit impossible. I have never heard that the echo of the command will become clearer and louder as time goes by, but

If you want to say that the enemy is helping to pass the command, bah! Who took the wrong medicine?

However, what happened next was even more incredible. The horse team on the opposite side slowed down and stopped outside the cordon.

Stopped? All twenty-six people were rubbing their eyes, afraid that they had seen it wrong.

The front line of the horse team stopped outside the cordon, and then the four columns split to both sides to make way for a passage in the middle. Two tall war horses caught up from behind. The knights on the horses were wrapped in black cloaks, their faces covered with wind and frost, and one of them had a helmet.

There are two scratches.
To be continued...