The unpleasant smell of gunpowder smoke filled half of the city, and the city walls were in a mess. They were so exhausted that they sat slumped on the ground. They didn't even know whether their companions beside them were dead or alive. They were so tired that they didn't want to move. In fact, no one died in the battle.
Not many, even less than the opponent, but the number of people who froze to death due to the rapid cooling of the sun as the sun set was several times the number who died in battle.
The enemy's attack stopped, and the Eagle Regiment soldiers stood guard all afternoon. Before the sun went down, the enemy retreated. They won, but no one was happy.
The commander shouted hoarsely. He was not a general, just a deputy. The general was dead, killed by a terrible freak boy. Now he was a little envious of the general who was killed before the war started.
The Imperial Army has special weapons. They have the ability to burn through large iron doors half a meter thick. Magic can do it. In theory, it is possible. After all, the most powerful fire magic on record can burn anything.
However, the Kallis Empire did not have control over that kind of magic, but the facts were before their eyes. They destroyed the city gate and broke down a line of defense in the hearts of the soldiers.
The gap in the door was temporarily blocked. The soldiers blocked everything they could move, and the magician froze it with water and some turbid substances into rock-like ice cubes.
Everyone was tired and cold. The morale in the army was very low. The silence of countless people made the atmosphere extremely heavy.
…
The wounded were carried back one by one, and the Imperial Army also paid a lot of price, but fortunately, all the pots in the camp were fine, and they could drink boiling soup as soon as they returned.
"Slow down, be careful."
At this moment, there was a special voice in the military camp. Her voice was not loud, but everyone around could hear it.
A woman who was dressed in simple clothes but was extremely beautiful. Anyone with a discerning eye could see her aristocratic temperament. She was the youngest daughter of Count Anzra, Fulla, a poor person.
She and other support staff served rice and soup to the soldiers. It was obvious that Furla was more popular than the others, and the big pot in front of her was crowded with people.
"Miss Furla! I want another bowl."
"I came first!"
"Don't push me!"
The soldiers rushed over, even though the pots next door were empty.
"Take your time! Take your time! Don't rush!"
The scene got out of control, and everyone knew what they were thinking. At the same time, several female logistics staff felt particularly unhappy. They did not compare themselves with the rich lady, but the soldiers' behavior made them feel uncomfortable.
They felt very sad. Gradually, they distanced themselves from Fulla.
"That's enough! You guys! What are you thinking about! Line up for me? Or you won't get a bite. Fura? Go to the kitchen and see what work is there? Don't move! If I squeeze you again, I'll throw you out."
At this time, the person in charge of logistics came forward. He took Furla's big spoon, and the soldiers around him showed disappointed expressions.
In the crowd, a young man passed by carrying an empty bowl. He witnessed all this and saw Fulla leaving.
Lars frowned, showing an uneasy expression.
He entered the tent where there was a mountain of dirty dishes and a basin of cold water.
Washing dishes in the winter? That can kill people, but Fulla was sitting in front of the basin of water, washing the dishes silently, her back to herself, Lars couldn't see her expression, but from her red ears,
You can tell by the slight sobs? She is sad.
"Fura."
Lars called her, and the former was stunned for a moment, quickly wiped her face with her sleeves, and then turned back with a smile.
"Russ? Ah, haha, there are so many dirty dishes. I wonder if I can help wash them..."
Her smile was forced and her nose was a little red.
"These dirty dishes should be washed at night when hot water is boiling, otherwise your hands may freeze and crack."
"That's it. I just said why is there no one? I'm so stupid, haha."
Fulla shook her hands and wiped them on her apron. Her behavior was like a pure commoner, which reminded Lars of his mother. She often did this action when washing dishes.
Russ fell silent for a moment. He put down the plate in his hand and showed a guilty expression.
"What's wrong? It's a little worrying when you don't speak."
The other party suddenly asked.
Hearing this, Lars took a deep breath and said, "Did they bully you?"
"ah?!"
Fulla was stunned for a moment, as if she was surprised. She frowned, then thought of something, quickly stopped and shook her head, saying: "No, no! They are very good to me. Really, they gave me the quilt I sleep on at night."
Of."
Lie.
Lars felt very uncomfortable.
"Then why are you crying."
"..."
Fulla was silent for a moment, and the smile slowly disappeared, but soon came back.
She smiled bitterly and said, "You saw it, I'm sorry, I'm too fragile."
"No, I..."
"Don't worry about me. My sisters were even more harsh on me when I was a child. They were really good to me. The reason why I cry is not about this, but because of this war. I hate war."
She lowered her head and gently wiped her tears.
Lars was still thinking about what she meant, and the other party continued: "I originally thought I could face it, but today I realized that I can't cross this hurdle at all. People who can still be seen in the morning will never be seen at night.
I can’t see you anymore. Lars, the war is really cruel. My parents, relatives, and the sons and husbands of countless people, they may not be able to come back once they leave."
It turned out that she was sad about this. Lars lowered his head in shame. He felt ashamed because he had been thinking about how to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds before. However, now his views have changed somewhat.
There is no doubt that Fulla is not suitable here. If she continues to stay here, like her frostbitten hand, she will definitely be seriously injured in the end.
Lars clenched his fists and couldn't help but say: "Fula, you...are you willing to be an ordinary person?"
Hearing this, Fulla showed a confused expression and replied: "Of course, I have always wanted to be a commoner, without being bound by any cumbersome etiquette, and can dance freely in the fields, but..."
She sighed, lowered her head and said: "That was just a dream. I can't escape this noble status in my life. I know there are countless people who envy my status, but they don't know the price behind this kind of life. If I
As a man, I can inherit the family business, or at least make my own decisions, but I don’t
Yes, I will marry a man chosen by my father. Even if he is ugly and old, even if he does not regard me as a human being, I must accept it. Now, the situation will probably be even worse, because I don’t even have a father anymore.
, no one will care about my life or death, everyone only cares about my identity, and the power and wealth behind it..."
Fulla's heartfelt words made Lars feel pity for him. He has a hero, every boy has one. Which man doesn't like the story of a hero saving a beautiful girl?
At this moment, he made up his mind that even if he was punished, he would save her. This was not to make the other party agree with her, but for the justice in his heart.
Lars raised his head and said, "Fora, listen, I know a place..."