A soldier lowered his head and asked softly in a hoarse and uneasy voice: "And the heroic Marquise? The great liberator?"
However, no one answered his question.∑,
Because the soldiers around him were equally desperate and demoralized. They seemed not to be soldiers but to death row prisoners, and what was in front of them was not a battlefield but an execution ground.
No one knows better than them what kind of monster the Marquisess is.
It took a week to completely eliminate the druids who ruled the entire country from top to bottom.
Her terrifying group of soldiers wearing crow masks barely died in battle. Their movements were silent and swift, and only the most agile scouts could find any clues of their passage.
Once a local war begins somewhere with the participation of the Death Crow Legion, it can be predicted that the war will end within a few minutes and end with the overwhelming disadvantage of the Druid side.
If we say this is because the Marquise relies on her excellent scheduling and command to always attack the weak with the strong and concentrate her superior strength to win consecutive battles... However, in fact, the Marquise's legion has been everywhere from the beginning, and at the same time, it has spread all over the country.
War within range
Otherwise, it would be impossible to expel all the druids of a country and eliminate all resisters in less than a week.
Not only the druids, but also some evil gods hiding in the countryside of Kalar were also uncovered.
The existence of this kind of power, which is enough to crush other magical arts, is a miracle.
No one will try to fight against absolute power.
In the extremely dull atmosphere, the soldier who had just spoken couldn't help but feel that his throat was tight and his mouth was dry.
In the lifeless team, he showed a miserable pale smile: "We can't win... we definitely can't win!"
"We will all die! We will all die. No one can come back alive!"
He was roaring and wailing hysterically.
The warlord walking in front paused slightly and turned his head expressionlessly.
The entire team froze. Everyone in front turned their eyes.
Subconsciously, the soldier's heartbeat accelerated for a moment due to fear, but he immediately realized that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Just like ordering farmers to launch a countercharge against the charging cavalry, after they received the order from the Grand Duke, they already understood what their so-called "mission" was.
The only thing they can get in exchange for their lives is to stain the Marquise's heroic name with a heavy stain.
They are all ordinary soldiers, there is nothing special about them. If nothing unexpected happens, they will train in an ordinary way and die in an ordinary way. Their lives have no meaning at all, and they will not play any special role.
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They are one of the "tens of thousands of cavalry" that often appear in history books. It is impossible to refer to the great achievements that others will remember.
But even they are not willing to face such a frustrating ending.
To die for the sake of conspiracy is the fate of assassins, not the fate of soldiers. They have lived an aboveboard life, but in the end they did not even get the ending of dying on the battlefield for their ultimate mission as a soldier.
"Who are we? What are we doing?!"
For the first time, ordinary soldiers had the courage to fight against the governor.
With tears streaming down his face, he shouted at the top of his lungs at the warlord who was slowly walking towards him: "Why do we have to fight the hero? Why do we have to fight with her!"
"I adore her! She is my idol!"
The soldiers shouted loudly, almost in a cry.
Suddenly, a black atmosphere began to spread among hundreds of soldiers.
Helga is everyone's hero, not just a few.
What she saved was the entire Caral, but now the Grand Duke wants to eradicate her and slander her
How can this be allowed?
However, at this moment, the warlord who stood in front of him like a black iron tower moved.
The moment he saw the Lord Warlord raise his right hand, he reflexively flicked his head back. At that moment, he almost thought he was about to be slapped loudly.
But in the end, the warlord just put his hand gently on his shoulder and let out a long sigh.
"I know...soldier, I know."
The warlord grinned and spoke in a thick and gruff voice: "I understand your feelings... Lady Helga, the 'Liberator', is also my idol."
Hearing this, the soldier's eyes lit up slightly: "That's not as good as..."
"Shut up, soldier! Pay attention to your identity! We are soldiers of the principality!"
The warlord's expression became stern, and the soldiers suddenly trembled.
"We are soldiers, and then we are soldiers. Our duty is to obey orders! Not to compete for glory!"
Saying this, the warlord's steel-like right hand that was supporting the soldier lightly hit the soldier's shoulder, and seriously pressed his right hand to his chest: "We are the White Wolf Legion! We are the last barrier of Karar! Eternal loyalty
The white wolf will never retreat!"
"We may die here... No, we will definitely die here! But our tombstones will be engraved with 'They are from the loyal White Wolf Legion, may their spirits be guided'... We are heroes too!"
"but……"
"That's enough, kid."
The warlord shook his head in disappointment, not wanting to pay attention to this stubborn boy anymore.
He was both a military governor and a military policeman. On normal days, he would have killed this boy on the spot for desertion.
But today was different. A kind of fatigue welling up from the bottom of his heart made him not want to argue with this stupid guy.
They are all going to die today anyway, it's just the difference between dying early and dying later.
Before he died, he didn't want to do any more killing. He had already taken enough lives in his life.
But seeing the stubborn and desperate eyes, the warlord decided to do one last good deed at the end of his life.
Yes, good deeds
In his opinion, there is no better deed than letting people die with hope and a smile.
"You know, we might really become legends," the warlord said.
"legend?"
The soldier laughed at himself.
But the warlord shook his head: "We really have the possibility to become heroes. Because the Liberator said that she will only send one person this time."
"Didn't that mean she was going to fight in person?"
"No, this time she is going to send out someone else. It is obvious that she is going to create a new miracle. A miracle of annihilating all the resisters with just one person."
As if he realized something, the soldier's lips moved slightly, but in the end he said nothing.
"Yes, we can do one last thing... Soldier, do you believe it? We can create miracles with our own hands and use this useless life that will be lost sooner or later to create new miracles."
Saying this, as if he had been convinced by himself, the warlord's eyes flickered: "Maybe our reputation is not that good, but we will lift up the greater ones, so that the miracles we personally participated in will be spread forever. This is what we pay for."
It’s something that even multiple lives can’t accomplish. This is also the greatest resistance we can make to the Archduke.”
"How about it, soldiers? Do you dare?"
Hearing this, the soldiers looked at each other and laughed inexplicably.
As if greeting old friends, they walked up one by one, patted the normally unattainable Overseer on the shoulder affectionately, and hugged him.
"Ah, of course."
"It's natural."
"You're the one who doesn't dare, right?"
After people hugged each other, smiled and prayed to each other, they paused slightly and inexplicably focused their eyes on something.
There was no one here before. But at some point, a black-haired girl wearing a blood-red dress stood there.
"Please don't be nervous, miss."
The warlord smiled and said, his voice full of open-mindedness: "We will not resist. Just come over and kill us... Of course, I hope you will use a gentler method as much as possible."
"Yes, pretty lady, please be gentle."
"It's just a cheap life"
"We really won't resist. Please don't worry about it."
Saying this, everyone looked over with a smile, as if they were looking forward to their own death as they were looking forward to their own survival.
"You... these people are really interesting."
The black-haired girl was silent for a long time, and then she laughed softly: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer at all."
"That's good... By the way, if we choose to resist, will it cause you any trouble?"
The warlord asked the black-haired girl this question, his eyes hinting at something.
The black-haired girl looked at the soldiers' expectant eyes, with a flash of nostalgia in her eyes.
"Ah, of course. I'm just an ordinary weak woman. How can I beat so many of you?"
She said gently: "I thank you in my name, Elucard."
"Really, thank you for the miracle."
The moment she spoke, the young soldiers' eyes showed the dazzling light of redemption.
At that moment, their deaths had meaning. (To be continued.)