Vol 3 Chapter 19: Long song cry

"Horns, Amy and Daqingshan are they?" Mo Ye and Horns had only seen one side and were not very familiar. Long squeezed out of the horse team.
"Uncle Long, they are behind, and they will be here soon." Hornes, like Amy and Daqingshan, called these fathers uncles.
"Are you all out of danger?" Rongmei frowned almost in a ball, half bowed to grab the dwarf's shoulder-Ron knew quite well Horns, this is a dwarf who could match Amy and Daqingshan in terms of combat skills. Warrior, but now he is covered with smell, brown beard is covered with blood and small pieces of meat that are too late to clean up, and the big blue axe inserted diagonally behind is erased from the original luster by black blood clots, the same The wet hair from his brown hair shawl wet his back. The small mercenaries behind him are all so, and most of them are still wounded. Long and Mo Ye's hearts immediately raised their throats.
"I ... I've been in front, Daqingshan is in charge. But ... Amy's girlfriend was seriously injured, Master Lei Ge and Luer seem to have run out of mana, Daqingshan knows more about the casualties of the mercenary regiment "There was a deep unease in his brown eyes, and Horns had no idea what to say. From last night to now, he barely had time or more accurately said he did not dare to look back at the wounded soldiers.
Amy's girlfriend? The two middle-aged people looked at each other and had not heard of an important person. The girl who could enter Amy's eyes would not be too bad in any aspect. Such a girl was under the protection of Amy and others. Seriously injured? other people……
At this time, the Chinese army and the aftermath of the raged swordsman battalion also arrived one after another, and the small mercenaries silently flashed an empty block, and put Amy, Daqingshan, Leige, Chi Aotian, Sharuo and Barr inside. The principals such as Bath gave up.
Long and Mo Ye walked in directly along the crowd: "Daqingshan, Amy, 8284, you are all out?" In this slightly trembling voice, it was impossible to say whether it was joy or worry.
Daqingshan is mostly in the back army, and there is less blood on his body. He put the shield on the ground: "Uncle Long and Uncle Moye, we have all come out, but it seems that the small mercenary group has suffered a lot ... Many mercenary brothers seem to be Both ... "Two seemingly hesitating in a row.
Compared with Amy, Daqingshan, etc., Long and Moye are field-tested. They have passed the death on the battlefield countless times. They are used to having comrades disappear from around after each battle. Under the circumstances, they are no longer surprised by war and death, but it is different at this time ... Whether it is Moye or Takashi or Barbas who broke out, they prayed so silently for the first time not to see the scene of death, Because, most of the young people in this team that have just crossed the death line are their nephews.
In any case, they do not want to see the scene where the white-haired person sends the black-haired person.
unfortunately……
"Brother ..." A little girl's heart-breaking cry came from the end of the line, and the miserable and sad voice moved everyone's eyes.
Behind the line, a girl wearing a blue magic robe cried tearfully and fell down on a simple stretcher, showing a pale white young man's face under the thin blanket on the stretcher. The priest of the small mercenary squatted beside the stretcher was extremely bleak.
"Brother, open your eyes and look at me ..." The girl shook the boy's arm desperately. "Brother, you can't leave me like that ... you promised that your parents would take care of me ... brother ..."
Looking at Amy, Daqingshan, etc., the old priest gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "It was just fine, and he said he would buy food for his sister. Who knows ... who knows Well ... just so fast. "
"How many people did you go to?" Long's feelings for these children for two years were already beyond words, and his voice was trembling obviously.
Daqingshan silently pushed away several mercenaries. Behind them, there were dozens of sledges lying crookedly, and on each sledge were lying the bodies of several dead mercenaries.
Long and Mo Ye seemed to be 30 years old all at once, and Long walked slightly through the middle of the sledge. He was cautiously afraid of what caused him. He whispered in his mouth the names of the mercenaries he knew: "Lin Da ... Joseph ... Hambo ... Ilisha ... Little neutron ... Akai ... Birming's fourth ... "Sometimes he crouched down to close his eyes for the dead mercenary The tears fell down.
"Long ... don't read it, please ..." Barbbas choked back.
In front of a sledge at the end, Long's body suddenly panicked violently: "Xiaodou?"
Mo Ye heard it and looked at the sledge in front of Long with disbelief. He staggered and pushed the squat down. Barbath also threw over: in the middle of the sledge, a 14-year-old boy was asleep , With one hand holding the big sword next to him tightly, the other hand half stretched in his arms, a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth, and his body was covered with a black blanket.
When the boy has tears, he doesn't talk lightly, but it's still not sad.
The eyes of the three big men were filled with mist at the same time, and tears dripped onto the sledge.
Adzuki? The hearts of Amy, Daqingshan, and Horns seemed to be stabbed with knives. The three boys remembered the fall of 3 years ago. Outside the west gate of the frozen fortress, Mo Ye shouted at the broken house. The sound: "Xiaodou."
A boy over ten years old came out and saw them. Huang Huang smiled on his face and greeted his father one by one: "Uncle Mo, Uncle Wulanfu, Uncle 8284, hello."
Remember, Mo Ye squatted down and picked up the boy named Xiaodou. "where is your mom?"
Remember, Xiaodou reached out and touched the long sword behind Mo Ye, "She went to work for others." An envious expression appeared.
Remember, Wlanf looked worriedly at the thatched hut that had been blown up by the wind: "Winter is coming soon. Your mother didn't tell you when to keep the house intact? How can it survive the winter."
The little boy said very sensiblely: "My mother said: sad every year, every year, every year is hard to survive, just wait until I grow up."
Daqingshan couldn't control it anymore. He squatted down with his mouth covered, his shoulders and black hair shivered slightly by the breeze, and a low cry came from scratch. Amy did n’t know what it was like. Until today, he did n’t know that this great swordsman named Yasai did n’t like talking. It was Xiaodou 3 years ago. I remember chatting with mercenaries once and talking about Xiaodou casually. At that time, Yasser was next to him, but he did not behave like listening to other people's stories. What a good brother, never mentioning knowing Amy at any time, even a person who never likes to show himself in front of everyone.
Mo Ye slowly pulled out Xiaodou's hand from his arms, and the sobbing cry suddenly turned into a wailing cry. The boy held a small seal bone horn in his white hands, and one end of the horn was tied with a red string around his neck. . Both Long and Barbas knew this horn. This was 5 years ago, Mo Ye got the spoils from the trumpeter of the Hami in a border conflict battle, and then for a long time, Mo Ye was not married at that time. I love Xiaodou very much. I have always used a small steel file to make a huge horn file more beautiful. While working, I whispered to give him to Xiaodou. Everyone joked that if Moye had a daughter in the future , You can get started with Xiaodou ...
Mo Yemeng hugged Xiaodou's body from the stretcher in his arms. Everyone exclaimed. Mo Ye looked down and the whole person almost fainted: Xiaodou was attacking the Merlin Thousands. Assassinated by the half-moon shaped fish scale formed by the werewolf, in that shock battle, every fallen mercenary was stabbed by at least four sharp blades at the same time-the werewolf half-moon-shaped scimitar almost cut off the body of Xiaodou , The visceral lotus root was broken in the front belly, the blood was exhausted, and the red was pale.
Viscount Fan and dozens of nobles stood far away, looking at everything in front of him, and his nose was sour. Viscount Fan walked in silently and patted Long's trembling shoulders: "People, let's settle in for the first time."
The sledges were gathered one by one. The bodies of the prairie elves were placed separately. Several older priests carefully wiped the blood from the corpse's face with a damp cloth. Every time they passed by, they chanted Sing the Holy Spirit's requiem: "Holy soul belongs to the distant pure land ..."
Long opened a bone jar from the package, poured some spontaneous combustion powder from the inside, and waved tears onto the children's body. Later, the red seedlings were strung from the body, and all the sledges turned into fireballs. .
Under the blazing flames, life once full of life transformed into a ray of light smoke curled up on the sky-does heaven really have heaven? Will the souls of the gods of death hold these pure blood for their companions, and trade their lives in exchange for their lives?
Mo Ye held the small horn in both hands, and the horn's slender whistle was placed in the mouth. The sobbing cry came from the horn-Mo Ye blew a horn melody that was very familiar to the federal soldiers in the northern empire. It is said that it came from the Hami people. This tune is most commonly used in the ceremony of the Hami memorial service. Most of the border guards have seen the Hami holding the dead brother like a dead man after the war. Sat there, humming the tune in his mouth.
At first, with the rise of the flame, Quzi's euphemistic long image is recalling the past with his partners, and then, the sad and melodious tunes like songs and tears run through all the remaining parts. The horn in Mo Ye's hands was based on the large horns used in the Hami barracks, and was adapted from the single angles used by the singles in the bard band. The seal bones increased the desolation of the bard ...
Long and Barbath's eyes were blazing with flames, mixed with Mo Ye's horn, and sang the song of the Hami-at this moment, Long and Barbath remembered the immersion in those years. The Hami, who were as dead as a dead man in the trauma of the old robe, maybe ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is how he is now.
Brother, your arms are green pine, you said, we can go further along side by side; brother, you are the sea of ​​arms and arms, you want, how many nights we sleep together; brother, you are the body and the mountain, who wants You promised to use your chest to block the sword from the thorn; brother, if you turned into the green pine, the sea, the high mountain, do you feel the sorrow that I cannot erase.
Brother, are you alright in heaven?
... Below is the obscure ancient Hami language. Except for part of the Hami sacrifice, most people cannot know the exact meaning.
At the end of the tune, the white trumpet made a curve and landed accurately on Xiaodou's sledge. The burst of flames was very high and he laughed and accepted the new offering.
In the fall of the magic calendar of 4 years, in the battle known as the Westwood Island fame battle, the small mercenary regiment suffered a major hit unprecedented since its creation.
Active duty: The total number of small mercenary headquarters is 623. Among them, there are a total of 302 soldiers in the Great Swordsmen's Battalion, 90 people in the Swordsman's Battalion, 60 people in the Swordsman's Battalion, 112 people in the Buzzard Swordsman's Battalion, 52 people in the Archer's Battalion, 7 people in charge. A total of 601 people participated in the battle, and 22 others were stationed in tree house bars on the mainland of Eminol.
In this campaign, the total number of killed mercenaries was 176, including 126 in the Great Swordsmen Battalion, 24 in the Swordsmen Battalion, 12 in the Swordsmen Battalion, and 14 in the Archers Battalion.
Number of injured: 384, of which 45 will leave the battlefield forever.
In a small-scale conflict battle, the casualty ratio actually reached 80%. If only this figure is calculated, the victory of the small mercenary regiment can only be regarded as a victory.
Descendants often call victory with a total casualty of more than 60%: "Village of Xilin Island". No one can withstand more than two wins of Xilin Island, even a dark rattlesnake with two heads. .