Perhaps it is more humid, and the winter in the forest seems to be colder than in the wilderness. The sunlight falls to the ground through the gaps in the canopy, barely bringing a bit of warmth. There is a faint smell of burnt and blood floating in the air, which seems to have dissolved.
It entered the earth, and even after the battle ended for more than ten days, it still did not dissipate.
Alan was wearing the linen shirt and thick cloth armor issued by the coalition forces - this was the best clothing he had ever worn. There was a shortage of fiber in the wasteland, and many tribes had little trade, so young people often had their arms and legs bare all year round.
, but he has developed the ability to withstand the cold.
He sat on the ground of the military camp, took a hard bite of the tough dough, chewed it for a while, and then swallowed it with water.
This kind of dry food made by the Saqi people looks rough, but it is small in size, easy to carry, and tastes rich in grain aroma. He heard from soldiers on the front line that the Ailna people have a secret recipe that can make soft food.
Delicious dry food for preservation - so far, he has never been able to actually taste it.
However, as long as he can have a full stomach, it is very satisfying for him, Alan thinks so.
"How do you feel?" Another boy who was younger than him came over and sat down next to him, nibbling the same dry food and asked.
"Not good at all." Alan waved his fist vigorously, "I joined the coalition in order to become an outstanding soldier - but now, I am just doing a handyman!"
He is in the third army of the coalition, in other words, it is not much different from the logistics team. Every once in a while, people with outstanding performance in the team will be selected to join the second army, and even the first army at the front line - he
His 'father' Holo is currently an outstanding soldier of the First Army. However, based on his current performance, I'm afraid it will take more effort to be noticed.
After leaving his hometown, he realized that his combat skills and combat experience were far behind those of the adult Saqi warriors. Skills may be acquired quickly, but experience is not a matter of a day or two. Even inter-tribal battles are difficult.
As someone who has never participated, it is obviously impossible for him to compare with those tribesmen who have experienced life and death.
"But aren't you afraid of death?" A young man named Glock asked in a low voice. He came from another tribe that he had never heard of. During this time, the two of them were assigned together, and they became somewhat familiar with each other. "Ex
Many people have died in the past few days... one of them is the number one hunter of my tribe."
Alan nodded and shook his head. Even those experienced warriors did not always come back alive during battles with the Elna people. After the last battle that occurred nearby, he saw with his own eyes dozens of soldiers belonging to
Strong warriors from other tribes were carried together covered in blood - most of the blood belonged to others, and there was often only one real fatal wound, located in the throat or heart.
His mission at that time was to dig out graves and bury those people to prevent their ghosts from causing trouble after death. Looking at the corpses of these people, he did calm down a little because he was able to get close to the front line - but he still
Not enough to erase his original wish.
"Everyone will die." He said with piercing eyes, "But I would rather die heroically in battle than lie on a hard bed made of thatch and die miserably of illness or starvation."
"But I'm a little scared." Another young man shrank his neck, "Even if it's for the tribe... or the future of our entire tribe, if I die here, it won't matter to me." He hesitated.
For a moment, "I still have a lot of things I want to do."
"For example?"
"Well... I want to visit further places and see that everyone can live a good life." Glock lowered his head, his brown cheeks seemed a little red, "There is someone who helped my tribe... his name is
**Lena’s girl, I want to see her again.”
"The name sounds like a Kamal person." Alan took another bite of the dough and lay down on the cool soft soil, "A person from the Violet Empire?"
"No...she is a traveling nun from the Theocracy." Glock shook his head, "There is also a girl with her, a mixed-blood Erna, who seems to be named...Silver Moon."
The familiar name seemed to trigger a certain switch, causing Alan to sit up suddenly. A mixed-race child from the Elna people, and a nun from the Theocracy together, with the same surname - he didn't think this could be a simple coincidence.
"What did she say to you?" He turned his head and added, "I might know her."
"Really... do you really know such a powerful person?" A trace of disbelief flashed on Glock's face, but he still answered his question, "Elena and I found a bad guy in black clothes—
- He resurrected the recently deceased members of the tribe and tried to control the dead to do bad things!" The young man looked quite angry, "He also wanted to kill us, but fortunately Ms. Silver Moon beat him away!"
"To be precise, it was my father who knew her. His name is Holo - you may not have heard of it, but the commander told me that he is one of the most powerful warriors in the coalition." Alan coughed twice and covered his head.
Get rid of the embarrassment on his face, "Does anyone else here know what you said?"
The young man thought for a moment and shook his head, "When I returned home, the entire tribe had received the news and started preparing for the war. I was a little excited at the time... but I forgot to tell them."
"Then follow me." Alan stood up decisively, "I need to tell my father about this matter. You are the person involved. It would be better for you to describe it to him directly."
He took the boy to find the leader of the Third Army and asked to see his father. Without any suspense, the leader rejected his request.
"Go back where you came from." The strong soldier waved his hand and almost hit him on the head. "No matter who you want to see, wait until this war is over - or wait until you are promoted to the third level.
With one army, we can see him, right?"
The young man next to him wanted to argue a few words, but Alan grabbed him, turned around and left quickly. The other man was right. During the war, all unnecessary matters should be postponed. He was not a famous soldier, and what he had brought was not good enough.
Urgent military information that is not obvious will naturally not be taken seriously.
"I have no intention of giving up." After walking some distance away, Alan turned his head and looked at the still dissatisfied young man, "I know where my father is. Since he won't help, we can just go by ourselves!"
"But... it wouldn't be good for us to go to the front line without authorization, right?" The young man hesitated, "And it might be dangerous."
"It's nothing important. I think this matter is very important, far beyond the risk we have to take." He said firmly, and then changed to a confident tone, "Don't worry, even if there is any problem, my father will definitely be here.