Chapter 67: Twenty-eight. Walking through the death penalty area (3)

The third battle breakout! The brethren smashed tickets so hard!
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　　 "Drink some bar, boy, you look terrible."
　　The brewed bitter beer is poured to one-third of the wooden wine glass, and the gentle consolation carries the majesty of some orders. Knight Pierre and his servant watched the hand that still could not stop shaking holding the handle of the cup, and the yellow alcoholic drink almost shaking out the mouth of the cup was difficult to reach the lips of the guests invited here.
Locke looked a little sad when he looked at his former companion, who seemed to be endlessly full of energy. At the moment, he could not help feeling sad-in the best way of euphemism, Louis.Niel seemed to be only surprised. The rabbit, like a newborn deer, trembles.
　　 He was completely terrified.
　　 The question is, how can this be?
　　What happened to the crusades in the past few days, how did the dead bodies and corpses that appeared in the most terrible nightmare cause? What kind of terrible experience can turn a little boy who is like a big monkey before departure into a quail waiting for sale?
　　Rock wants to know, Pierre wants to know, everyone who didn't take part in the fight was wanting to know.
　　 "That place is hell... yes, that is the devil's paradise..."
　　The boy who was almost choked by bitter beer licked his cracked lips, and he groaned lowly and negatively, describing the days he wanted to forget.
　　 There was not much information to chew on the first day. Everything is like a leisurely outing. Several knights with a large proportion of literary and artistic cells recite the new poems. The commander exchanges some hidden topics between men with some senior knights with an ambiguous smile. Emotionally infected soldiers walk on the road with a relaxed pace .
　　 "Fool! Rookie!"
　　 has experienced many battles and accumulated a lot of battlefield survival experience. Pierre Knight shook his head and blurted out his comments in reproach.
　　 He had witnessed the same thing with his own eyes: the casual, high-handed noble commander; the new soldiers who lacked actual combat experience, and the loose marching queue of the same kind of play. The comfortable and romantic atmosphere was everywhere.
　　Charlieman's novice rookies were nervous and excited for the first time on the battlefield. The orc ambush troops hidden in the jungle felt the lucky favor of the goddess for a group of fat sheep entering the ambush circle themselves. It is said that the commander of the orc was too happy to laugh and suffocate...
　　The long time and lessons still failed to transform the granite heads of the nobles, and the lords were still keen on that terrible marching way and refused any changes. After all, this involves the face of the nobility, and it seems that being scattered behind the safe rear belongs to the allowable range.
　　 "Maybe the orc's big head can cure those nut heads."
　　 An angry grunt made the boys who had not yet become knights speechless, and they did not know what to answer. They quietly looked at the Pierre knight who held his forehead.
　　 Inhaled the air deeply, the lumps in the abdominal cavity eased slightly with the long breath, thinking about getting rid of the emotion, the subordinate knight nodded, indicating that the children could continue.
　　 "After packing up the next day, about two moments after the opening, the team stopped and said that the queue in front had found the situation."
　　 It seemed that the scene at that time was once again in front of him. The knights put their swords on their hands and individually pulled down their masks. Confused and nervous soldier holding the weapon in his hand. The nervous and excited heart will jump out, but the rookie servant who does not know what to do. Forever proudly lifted his chin and looked down at the nobles of others-everyone's eyes focused on the vanguard who returned from the trot.
　　 "The soldier named Sancho reported to the Viscount that a few wooden signs and scarecrows were found at the fork in front."
　　 Niel shuddered, and Pierre Knight glanced at him without interrupting. The veterans are well aware of how the recruits react when they recall the extremely horrible initial scenes.
　　 "Knight Pelli took several soldiers to the front of the line, and then the knight became very angry."
　　Knights who have always maintained their normal heart and elegant posture will certainly be very unhappy after seeing the words of the insulting irony written on the wooden sign in Charlemagne. Black fonts that imitate the hanging scarecrow with a dangling dangle from the neck [We have prepared a free grave for every home that breaks into our home! 】The wooden sign of this kind of sentence successfully caused the knight to erupt.
　　The knight withdrew his sword and strode forward. Before finding a head that could be cut off, he could only break up the annoying gadgets to vent his anger.
　　 The correct response-from the perspective of the elves.
　　 "The knight exploded under his feet when he was two steps away from the obscene gadgets."
　　 "Explosion?"
　　 Pierre and Locke stood in a confused position, and with a lingering look, Niel nodded vigorously and reiterated the text used to describe the scene.
　　 "A thunderous thunder, a fireball with a big fist rising from the ground, a wind mixed with sand, lime soil and human flesh and blood has hit my face, there is no doubt that it is an explosion."
　　 "I know what an explosion is, kid. The appearance of some bursts of magical magic hitting people and the burning smell I will never forget in my life. The question is-how did it happen?"
　　 Triggered magic traps do exist, but the accompanying magician can more or less detect the abnormalities of the Ma, and the qualification required to make such spells is at least a triangle level. The elves that can’t use magic should obviously not be the initiators.
　　 "The explosion happened suddenly. The magistrates and viscounts did not feel the abnormal flow of Mana before. After the explosion, there was no mana residue after using the spell."
　　 Niel stepped across the puzzled lost tone, making the smoke that shrouded the puzzle more dense, swallowing the temporarily unsolved doubt, and the sad, low tone continued to tell what happened at the time.
　　 "Perry Knight's right leg was blown up."
For a moment when the sole of the foot stepped on a well-covered shallow pit, the weight of the knight plus the weight of various metal attachments pushed the empty tube piston to work, and the white phosphorus placed at the bottom of the empty tube was ignited by compressed air, filling the stone under the white phosphorus The nitrocellulose in the chiseled space exploded.
The principle is so simple that the junior high school students who have learned a little chemistry can describe and understand that the improvised explosive device works smoothly. As the designer expected, the right leg under the heavy protection of plate armor and cotton cloth exploded in a roar. The roots of the tree, the knight who fell in the dust, hugged his short right leg, which was constantly pouring blood, rolling and wailing. The severe pain that erodes thinking ability makes the sound of the opened mouth except the exhaust gas and the whimper that continuously lower the body temperature can not be emitted from the vocal cords. The sharp sound of the human body being torn is like a bow string on the nerves of rookies, pulling back and forth the new people who have not fully tasted the smell. Listening to the climax has passed, and the treble that is gradually lowering adds a graveyard-like gloomy atmosphere to the cool breeze of late autumn.
"The nearest person immediately rushed over to rescue the knight, trying to pull him back from there. The Knight of Summerwell rushed to the front, the foot of the knight suddenly fell into the ground, the bushes exploded suddenly-a semi-circular ring explosion. Smoke and dust Covered the sight. Several companions who wanted to go up to the rescue called the Viscount stopped, moaning and wailing from the dust mist, breaking the throat, putting the person into the bottom of the torment, torn... screaming..."
In the face of severe cold weather, the upper and lower teeth hit at a high frequency, pale lips and scary eyes, the loose eyes reflected the blood of the time, the uncontrolled hands did not know how to place them, and they slowly groped towards the throat that appeared for only a few months. past.
　　 "Calm down, boy."
　　 Pierre firmly grasped the hands of the young man who had lost his thinking constraints, and his determined, confident, rude and gentle brown eye pupil looked directly at the young man under the control of fear, soothing the young children who had returned from the first battle.
"Spit out all the air in your body, and then breathe in again. Inhale, exhale. Very good, child, you are safe, here is Argentolaton, your dear Uncle Pierre's house, furious Fire Dragon also wants to break into the safest refuge in the world."
　　 "They were all smashed!"
　　 The sensations and emotions that couldn't be suppressed turned into sad weeping, and Niel's almost desperate wail shook the room.
"Unarmored soldiers fell to the ground and rolled in the dust. Blood ran down from head to toe, where did they roll, and the red blotch also stained the place. Ike-Knight of Summerville The servant, red hair, freckled face, high cheekbones, guy who loves to tell some ghost stories to scare people, his face is facing me. God...the size of his face...all holes. The left eye hangs out of the eye socket...the eye socket also becomes a bleeding hole. The mouth is closed, like a dehydrated fish, constantly spitting blood bubbles. I hear... I can hear him saying that it hurts very much Great, you can’t see it on the left, save me, for the sake of the mother god, leave this ghost place]."
　　 crying silently.
　　Under the intense emotional impact, Niel's words are difficult to maintain normality in logic and coherence.
The servants have not yet become true knights, but young men who are always self-disciplined by the rules of knights should be as courageous and fearless as their mentor predecessors. The flesh-and-blood war scenes do not allow any cowardly performance like before-no matter where they are. , They should behave like a man, like a warrior.
　　 You don’t have to go to the battlefield yourself. Bacheng, who has no family and friends who died in the war, will be so yelling. Don’t bleed and feel no pain, most of the time the guy who just vents with a non-responsible mouth is like this.
Even if you know that the other party is just the first time you will see a child who will die worthlessly in a miserable way beyond imagination-a child who is afraid of following human instincts, just afraid, not a deserter. The unforgivable act of spraying, the same does not affect them to spray spittle stars. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 There is no such savage, impersonal accusation. Pierre, who has survived many ordeal battles with the orcs, and Pierre, who died after a long time with many comrades in arms, knows how to experience the failure and the extremely scene for the first time. pressure.
　　 They are knights who abide by the spirit of the knight and take pride in guarding the sacred land and civilian believers who believe in the mother god.
　　 While assuming their responsibilities and obligations, they are still living people who will shed blood and tears, and feel pain and joy.
　　 Faced with the weapon created to maximize the victim’s dying before death and the victim’s dying appearance at the time of death. Niel's gaffes at this moment should be understood.
　　If she shed tears for her robes who end up with great pain and regret, she sees that the playmates from small to large can be smashed to death like a rag and get out of control-even this should be accused of being too harsh and impersonal.
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　　 small theater time
　　Bren Hill: This is the third change today. Does Li Lin not say anything?
　　Li Lin: Well, what's it good to say... By the way, the New Year is approaching, let's come to that together!
　　Bren Hill: Well, when it comes to the New Year, it really is the one, let's come together!
　　Li Lin (Position): No gifts for the holiday this year! !
　　Elves (Group POSE): No gifts, no gifts!
　　Li Lin (for POSE): Give gifts only to the airplane!
　　All elves (group POSE2): soil-fly-machine!
　　Human knights and soldiers with bento boxes: Wow-we died because of Mao, and you will be whip corpse by your group of guys!