Extras Dark Legends - Marshal and Second Lieutenant
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!"
"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 - 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.
"Stop moving forward!" Lieutenant Daohile was surprised, but said calmly, "This is the sacred and inviolable border of the Sbia Alliance! No one is allowed to pass without permission; any violators will be killed without mercy!
"
"I know." The younger knight on the opposite side drove his horse forward and stopped next to the handle of the knife. "This is my proof, are you literate?"
The hilt sneered and grabbed the identity certificate handed over by the other party. He said "huh" as soon as he saw the cover. Then he opened it again and looked at it carefully. He asked the other party suspiciously: "Liaison Department? Brigadier General Slida? You want to fight?"
Are we staying here?"
He asked, and the other party nodded. The cloak wrapped around him spread out, and his unique military branch and rank were visible on the hilt of the knife.
Then, the tired brigadier general of the Liaison Department said: "Not just me, but also the First Front of the Sbia Alliance, with a total of more than 16,400 people. Verify it, don't talk nonsense."
"Yes, sir!" He stood at attention, "I will arrange it right away."
Then he turned around: "The alarm has been lowered to level three! The border defense team went downstairs to verify! The rest of the personnel continue to be on guard!"
There was a sound of exhalation in the outpost building, and several soldiers came downstairs with surprise on their faces, and quickly opened the tool. In fact, there is nothing to say in the verification, because the Sibia army system has careful identification methods, so the handle of the knife
We only verified the officers of the First Front Army Headquarters, and we knew that there was no problem with the nature of this unit.
But the procedure had to be carried out, so the handle selected a few soldiers who were familiar with the business to specially stamp it. The outpost did not have to deal with the matter of identifying spies, and they also lacked the corresponding manpower and skills. It was better to prepare some hot water to waste this time -
Not long after the verification started, everyone knew that everything was fine. Then, these veterans who had not been on the battlefield for a long time began to warmly get close to the other party, trying to get some of the other party's origins and inside stories.
This kind of thing is very common in the army. If it does not involve confidentiality, most people will answer it, even the Guards and the Guards are no exception. But today, the veterans have hit a wall. No matter how enthusiastic and considerate they are, the other party will remain silent.
Some veterans saw that it was a silence with murderous intent and anger - therefore, the atmosphere at the scene gradually became solemn.
The first front army was led by two brigadiers. In addition to Brigadier Slida, there was another brigadier named Roman. I heard that this Roman was the real commander, but he kept a sullen face and said nothing - in fact, there were two people.
They didn't say much, they just stood on the watchtower by the roadside, without drinking water or eating, silently watching the troops pass by.
As the highest officer of the post, Daoliang also had to wait for orders. Because he stood high up, the more he looked, the more frightened he became.
There were more than a thousand cavalry in the front, all of them light cavalry, and cavalry that were not cavalry came from behind one after another. After about three thousand people, the military appearance was not very neat. Needless to say, the armor was messy, and some people had their swords pinned directly on them.
On the back waist, the tip of someone's spear was ground two points shorter, and an entire team even tied themselves to the saddle to sleep!
The handle of the knife has been on the battlefield as a rescue soldier, and you can tell at a glance that it is the result of a series of vicious battles!
A large number of wounded appeared in the queue of the Chinese Army, including minor injuries, serious injuries, broken limbs, wounds still dripping blood... There were even more than a dozen seriously wounded soldiers who struggled to cross the border before dying! Sissy they were prepared
There was simply not enough hot water. After knowing this, the handle took out the key to the warehouse, but the medicines and bandages inside were almost used up immediately.
Under the watchtower, a haggard-looking major rode slowly over on horseback. Half of his face was covered with bandages, and black blood was dripping from the knot. He could hardly stand after he got to the ground. But when an ambulance soldier came over to help him
At that moment, he pushed him away with a rough palm - two officers wearing military law sleeves winked at each other and quietly approached.
The major staggered, turned around, untied the tarpaulin on the back of another war horse, and struggled to pick up the stiff body on top. Then he turned around again and walked towards the watchtower step by step.
The queue in front gave way, the military judge also stopped, and almost everyone was watching this scene.
When he came to the certification window, the major gritted his teeth and handed an officer's certificate to the uncle with one hand. He squeezed out a devilish smile on half of his face - his uncle was scared to death.
"Please, veteran, give him a stamp..." The major's voice was hoarse, and his tone was almost pleading, "In this case, he has gone home... You don't know, he is my adjutant, very
Brave...really brave..."
"Yes, sir." The uncle of the sword hilt choked, tears rolling down his wrinkles, and the entry stamp pressed heavily on the officer's ID card that was stained red with blood, "Your adjutant has gone home."
"And our captain - we fought for eighteen werewolf warriors! Veteran, please build one too!"
"Veteran! This is our staff officer. He has always wanted to go home to see his four daughters. Please!"
The two brigadiers heard the following words word for word, their bodies were trembling slightly, but they said nothing.
Dao Ji was dumbfounded for a while before he remembered his responsibilities. He hurried to the first floor and said to the crowded crowd: "Build it! We will all do it! No one will be missed! Please come in order and take your time.
Come!"
When he arranged everything and returned upstairs, Brigadier General Roman, who had been silent all this time, spoke, and shocked him: "Thank you, Second Lieutenant."
"With a little effort, sir." The knife handle stood aside in an orderly manner, but it felt like a pot was boiling in his heart: What a loyal and brave troops, how considerate officers, how tragic everything that happened to them must have been!
After the central army had passed, came the rear army. By the time the rear army had passed, it was already close to midnight, but the two brigadiers had no intention of going downstairs yet. The handle finally found some free time and went to get some hot porridge and serve it to them.
, but the brigadiers insisted on keeping the hilts of the knives and eating them together, how could he refuse? So the three of them drank in the light of the campfire, one sip after another.
This was the most frightening meal that Dao Xiao had ever eaten. If nothing else, he was afraid of hearing news even more tragic than what he was seeing.
"The latest information is that the delayed team will probably arrive at dawn." After putting down the bowl, Brigadier General Slida said, "I'm ashamed that I can't wait for them to enter the country. I have to do something."
"You have already helped us a lot, go and do your work!" Brigadier General Roman nodded and solemnly said, "Thank you."
"I have something to ask you. This is what Brigadier General Chatai asked me." Brigadier General Slida took out a red cloth bag and opened it, revealing a piece of dark metal with a white stone inlaid in the middle. Then he put this
Handed it to Brigadier General Roman, "When you return to the city, please give this to Major General Maru from the Strategic Reconnaissance Bureau of the General Staff Headquarters. Please tell him that Chatai has been taught by him for many years but has just woken up now and is determined to reconcile with him.
, and become brothers of life and death - this forest essence stone is the eternal witness."
"Give it to Major General Maru from the Strategic Reconnaissance Bureau of the General Staff Headquarters." Roman nodded, "I remember it."
"Goodbye." Brigadier General Slida stood up and walked down the watchtower step by step until he was swallowed up by the darkness around the corner.
"Sir, sir..." A deliberately suppressed voice sounded next to the ladder, "I've done everything..."
"This is my subordinate." Daozhi apologized sheepishly, "He means no harm. I'll go take a look."
Brigadier General Roman watched two people whispering at the corner, with some low-pitched scoldings in between, so he walked over. As a result, he saw a dissatisfied second lieutenant, an aggrieved private, and a flag that was too crude to look like.
"You didn't do it right. This is the military flag of the thirty-six tribes." After understanding the whole story, Roman shook his head and said, "I have a new flag here, and I can give you one."
"Thank you so much, sir! You don't know, we have been looking forward to this flag!" The gratitude of the knife handle was beyond words, "Sissy, give sir all the game in my room! All of it!"
"Yes!" Sissy ran away in big strides, her posture no longer as gentle as a butterfly among flowers.
"You have a group of good soldiers, and you are also a good officer." Brigadier General Roman suddenly said, "Second lieutenant, you should also retreat. There are enemy troops coming in front. Their strength is beyond what your sentry can withstand."
"Yes, sir..." Dao Hilt agreed, but shook his head, "But we did not receive an evacuation order."
"Extraordinary times. Keep everything simple."
"Without an order, we will violate military law if we evacuate." Dao Ji said, "Sir, there is a second-level camp more than a hundred miles behind. They are our superiors. If you can say something when you pass by, they will give us orders.
Evacuation order issued."
"Okay, I'll let the adjutant handle it." Brigadier General Roman nodded, "Be smart."
"Thank you, sir!" Lieutenant Knife-hilt made a military salute with a simple and honest smile on his face.
At noon the next day, at the border guard post on the banks of the Clark River, a huge New Zealand Confederate flag was slowly raised on the new flagpole, fluttering proudly in the sunshine and breeze - there was an outline of the Big Island continent on a red background, and in the center was
A golden seven-petal flower, with a circle of silver stars surrounding the flower in the middle, and the outermost periphery are leaves composed of weapons from various military branches!
"This is our military flag." Daoliang raised his head in the yard and said to his left and right with satisfaction, "Look, everyone, only we are worthy of such an imposing flag!"
"Are you satisfied?" His uncle sat at the foot of the wall, "Then pack up quickly and count the time. The retreat order will come soon."
"Okay, everyone, clean it up." He shouted with the handle of the knife pointing up, "Sissy, tie a slipknot, otherwise you won't be able to close it in time when the order comes!"
The sissy nodded happily, but slowly, the smile on his face disappeared, and he raised his hand and pointed straight ahead.
"Is it the rear-breaking troops of the First Front Army that have arrived?" He ran up the stairs with his sword hilt, raised his eyes and looked straight ahead - but what he saw was a dense mass of unfamiliar flags!
"Sissy, you tie a tight knot first, and then go down and ask Lao Caigen to lead the horse and hide." The handle took out a small book, rummaged through it and took a deep breath, "It's the NATO Treaty Corps!"
The alarm bell sounded again at the border guard post on the Clark River, and twenty-six people once again poured into the watchtower.
"Report - A medium-sized crossbow aircraft is ready!"
"Report - holding ten crossbows, inspection completed!"
"Report - two boxes of kerosene and live ammunition, inspection completed!"
"Got it, wait for my order." Dao Huo swallowed dryly, and his mouth was bitter. Because this time, before it was his turn to appear, the opponent's cavalry rushed over and bypassed his watchtower.
They went to the back. This was a complete surprise attack, and a small outpost was not worthy of their attention.
The surrounding area of the outpost is all flat ground, and there is nothing you can do to hold the opponent with the hilt of the knife. There is only one person standing alone in front of the fence.
But the second lieutenant's stance was very standard.
After the cavalry, they become infantry, and after the infantry, they become soldiers who don't know what they are doing. They all laughed and ridiculed the handle of the sword.
But Lieutenant Daoliang still stood very standard.
After two hours, a huge unfamiliar military flag slowly came to the front of the watchtower. A dignified old man was riding on a horse and carefully looked at the Sibia military flag opposite. Then, he saw the flag outside the watchtower.
hilt.
"Captain Adler."
"Here!" A young officer rode forward, "Your Highness the Prince!"
"Persuade to surrender."
"Yes, sir!" The young officer rode straight to the watchtower alone. He dismounted neatly outside the cordon in front of the hilt of his sword.
"Stop advancing!" Lieutenant Knife-hilt looked at the incoming man and said with the most majestic and solemn expression, "This is the sacred border line of the Sbia Alliance! No one is allowed to cross without permission! Any violators will be killed.
amnesty!"
"I am Captain Adler of the NATO Treaty Alliance. I am now ordered by our commander to urge you and your men to surrender! By the way, let me tell you that the camp behind you has surrendered and you are alone."
"This is the sacred border line of the Sbia Union! No one is allowed to cross without permission! Anyone who violates it will be killed without mercy!"
"I heard you, Second Lieutenant. Your mission has been completed, and there is no need to pay additional casualties." Adler said, "From the moment our merchant coalition declared war on Sibia, this border line is no longer sacred.
, it is something we must overcome!”
"This is the sacred border line of the Sbia Union! No one is allowed to cross without permission! Anyone who violates it will be killed without mercy!"
"I understand." Adler nodded, "You refuse to surrender."
A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Adler's mouth, and he took action without warning, grabbing the military uniform by the handle of the knife and dragging him in front of him - and then using a series of jumps to quickly distance himself from the watchtower!
"fighting!"
As an old command sounded from the watchtower, ten crossbow arrows were fired, and the attack range enveloped Adler and Dao Hilt - but Adler's movements were faster. Before the crossbow arrows could reach him, he had already
He retreated. When the crossbow aimed again, Adler was already tightly protected by a circle of shields.
"Sir!" Adler threw the unconscious prisoner in front of the prince's horse, "Persuasion to surrender failed."
"Record." Prince Ulysses did not look at them, "At noon today, the NATO Treaty Corps officially issued a declaration of war against the Sbia Alliance. In the first battle, at the border guard post on the Clark River, all the Sbia garrison surrendered to me.
I order all troops to use today’s noon as the war clock and advance the war process as planned!”
"yes!"
"Adler, you didn't do a good job. I'll punish you by pulling out this guard post alone." The prince then looked at the hilt of the knife on the ground and said, "Spare his life."
"Understood!" Adler stood at attention and sent the prince off respectfully.
"Fool, hang him up and wake him up." Adler showed a soft smile, "I want him to see with his own eyes the consequences of not surrendering, and to survive long enough in this fate."
"Yes, sir." A tall second lieutenant came over and hung the knife handle on the tree first, then picked up the scabbard twice and woke him up from coma - when he opened his eyes, he happened to see Ade.
Le rushed into the watchtower, and the dust that the veterans did not want to clean was stirring and sprayed out from each shooting hole, pink and pink.
"This is... the sacred Sbia Alliance border!" Knife's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "No one is allowed to cross without permission! Anyone who... violates it will be killed without mercy!"
"I will pull down watchtowers one after another and eliminate Sbia troops one after another." The returning captain wiped the blood on his hands with a white silk scarf, and then put the scarf in his mouth.
Here, "My name is Adler. If you are determined to practice your words, I will wait for you." (To be continued)