Vol 2 Chapter 8:

In the middle of the forest, in the shadow that is hard to see, a rat is jumping, its forelimb holding a peach core tightly, as if cautious as if it were its enemy all over the world.
Moonlight leaves only a little light at the very top of the treetops in the jungle. There is no wind in the sky, only thick clouds, and the temperature is desperate. It seems that all the scenes are heralding ominous.
The weather was so hot that the corpses on the battlefield could not be saved at all. The Red Tiger's narcissus knight performed a simple cremation ceremony for Lieutenant Colonel Stadbury Gorfrid, the deputy brigade of the first brigade of the Tarson side. The priests attending the ceremony were the priest of the army, His Royal Highness Prince Osnie, Major General Murat, Commander of the Red Tiger, and several entourages of the prince.
Stapley lay peacefully on a pile of dry leaves. No one intended to see his expression clearly. He was now a sacrificed school officer. The prince took the torch in the hands of Major General Murat, and the famous Anlu child sent a ride for the family knight.
"The of light in the sky! Use your open heart and kind heart to accept this warrior from Narcissus County ..." The priest chanted the prayer in a low voice, knowing that no one cared about what he said because of this The prayer has been used more than ten million times, and the narcissus knight has long remembered it.
The sound of burning twigs burning the tree branches upset the Prince, and the young boy looked down at his feet. There was the armor and lances used by Lieutenant Colonel Sidberg before his death. This is the ancient God Folly of Narcissus County. Family heirloom. Now, this set of combat gear is going to be sent back to the family to welcome the new heir, and this heir will also continue the fate of the unchanging centuries in this century.
The highest lance player of the Narcissus Knights has won the championship for five consecutive years, but he only shot one shot on the battlefield, but this shot is the one that decides the victory or defeat. The soldiers of the Red Tiger Knights believe this No doubt. Of course, His Royal Highness thought so too, but it was this recognition that gave the teenager a mood that had never been seen before, and many years later, Osne. The feeling of being so frustrated that he can't even lift his head is called guilt.
"Report!" Suddenly, the sudden voice broke into the cremation ceremony.
Both the prince and the Red Tiger commander turned their heads.
"It is reported that His Royal Highness the Prince and Division Chief, the Fifth Scout Detachment found the gathering place for the deaths and injuries of the Persians at six miles ahead.
The prince and the Red Tiger teacher nodded.
"His Royal Highness, Commander-in-chief ..." The correspondent who had reported the situation was hesitant.
"Is there anything else?" Murat frowned impatiently.
"I ... I am waiting for an order."
"Death to death, live treatment, concentrated detention! Is this still a question?"
"Yes!" The soldiers turned their heads away like an amnesty, and the soldiers who got the news knew that his Highness and their commander-in-law at this time were absolutely unprovoked.
"Wait!" Oscar sighed heavily at the still-burning "Stebery". "Is there a woman in that gathering place?"
The signal soldier shook his head blankly.
Oscar couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that the princess was out of danger. The teenager didn't seem to want the girl to be hurt.
Murat told the guards to lead the horses, and the crowd kept away from the fire.
"Are you blaming yourself?" Murat saw the boy who was high on the horse, saying nothing.
"Alright, but I don't know." Oscar said honestly. "I know that is Stebery's responsibility, but he shouldn't die here. He should charge like a real champion and use a rifle to pick down every enemy who appears in front of him."
"It's really good." Murat suddenly laughed, which made the teenager stare at him in surprise.
"But Your Highness, do you know? There are times when we are not able to decide something, so this is not your fault, nor the fault of the Persians. The fault is that Steve Berry was lighted by God at this time Called. For the narcissus knight, this may not be a relief. "
"Relief?" Oscar was puzzled again. "Does the narcissus knight also hope to be released?"
"Of course, no one likes war." Murat's face suddenly became as dull as the night sky.
"I like it!" Figo Anlu Debordi rubbed his hands excitedly. After a night of rushing, his two brigades were very close to the scheduled battlefield, and according to the current situation, various factors should be considered quite favorable for him.
"Do you know? I like this defensive posture. If the Persians still adopt this posture before sunset tomorrow, then I am sure to leave half of them on the Hetao Plain." Er Gongzi pointed the direction on the map Even the eyes are shining.
"Is it a triangle scorpion formation?" An old soldier with an old age approached the young commander. "Uh ... the main cavalry army leaned back in the middle of the battlefield, a brigade on the left wing leaned forward, and a brigade on the right wing leaned deep into the battlefield. Is there any flaw?"
"No!" Figo simply raised the candlestick in the tabernacle. The thick fire candle shone the whole map red. "Look here, if the scouts' eyes are not blind, then they should have noticed this too. The main cavalry army in Mogadishu is too far behind, giving the feeling of being completely outside the battlefield, There is even a mountain beam between them and their left wing. In other words, this old wolf did not plan to come with us at all, they would withdraw from the battlefield at any time. "
"And the brigade on its left wing should be a deliberately thrown bait. The Maharajas of Mogadishu must think that we will be the most advanced offensive left wing."
"Chiat! My old man, you are right!" Figo confirmed his deputy. "It seems that they intend to sacrifice the left wing, and then break it from the right wing, and their main cavalry army can retreat back to the border with great swing."
"Can't let them run like this!"
"Yes! General! Give orders!"
"Okay! Okay!" Fei Ge stopped the clamor of the army officers loudly. "Of course we will not let them do so, so ... first hit the left wing."
"what?"
"why?"
"General, is this not the calculation of the enemy?"
Feige glanced at his officer group, and he found that only a few people showed thoughtful expressions, and as for the others ... Feige shook his head, and the guy who did n’t understand his brain would be eliminated on the battlefield sooner or later, just I hope they will not take the lives of the soldiers into it.
"Isn't it right?" Figo once again stopped the clamor of the officers. "Do you want to directly attack the opponent's main camp from the center of the battlefield? In this way, you will be attacked by the enemy's left and right wings. So we can only use the most secure offensive means, first use the superior strength to completely dismantle the left wing, and then try other things. "
"Okay, follow my orders!" Figo didn't want to waste any more words.
"Legal!" The star officer in the big account drank the export order.
Fei Ge straightened his face, "I order! The 1st and 2nd Regiment of the Front's Army mixed the first and second regiments of the Cavalry from the south side of the battlefield; the second and 1st Regiment mixed the first and second regiments of the Cavalry, you The ministry will burst into the enemy's left from the north side of the battlefield. "
"When the four cavalry regiments of our front began to pursue the enemy ’s left wing troops, the general reserve team of the front army should join the infantry team of the first and second cavalry mixed brigades and quickly occupy the mountain beam that the enemy ’s left wing guarded. Assault on the main cavalry army in Mogadishu. "
"The second and third divisions of the Third Army under the Front Army are responsible for containing the right-wing enemies. They must trap them in the battlefield so that they cannot cope with the central force."
General Chiat, deputy commander of the Tarsen Army, silently wrote down the command of the commander in chief. He felt the need to raise his concerns.
"Commander-in-Chief, will our four cavalry regiments encounter the interception of the main enemy cavalry when attacking from both sides of the battlefield? You see, their attack position is very risky, that is to say, they have exposed their waist ribs to enemy."
"No," Figo shook his head. "I noticed one thing, hasn't it been a whole day? The Persians neither attacked nor retreated in our territory, which is very abnormal! They ... they seem to It ’s waiting for someone or something, so I stick to my claim that the main cavalry army in Mogadishu will never take the initiative to attack. They are mainly for safe retreat. "
"But ... but our attacking forces are about the same number as the Persians! I can't guarantee that the frontal assault can hit the enemy hard." Chiat was still a little worried.
"Of course," Feige shrugged indifferently. "I think we can only eat the enemy's left wing, and neither the general reserve team nor the third army will get any discounts. But ... Did everyone forget the second army?"
Chiat's expression turned into a sudden enlightenment, while Figo raised his eyebrows in complacency.
"Second Army of the Frontier Army!"
"General Hayman Yuplan, the commander-in-chief of the communications officer of the Second Army of the Front, accepted the order."
"Okay, go back and tell General Hyman, give up the enemy in front, and quickly return to the area of ​​the Nie Nier Valley. Please remember that his task is to stop the retreat of the main cavalry army in Mogadishu ..."
Figo stopped suddenly, and he thought for a moment, looking sideways, "So, let General Hayman do his best, he understands what I mean."
After speaking, Feige looked at the thoughtful Chiat and saw that his deputy nodded, agreeing to his combat policy. However, this combat expert known for being cautious and cautious also has his own considerations. Fei Ge ’s operational intention is nothing more than trying to kill as many enemies as possible. If I really want to retain the main cavalry army of Mogadishu, I am afraid that all the front forces must be mobilized power.
"That's it," Figo saluted his officers, and then announced that this brief military discussion could be over.
Light rain falls in the mountains. Although Narcissus County is deep inland, the rainfall in the mountains and hills is very rich in summer. The rain accumulates on the large-leaf shrubs, and when the leaves can no longer bear the weight of the rain, they slam into the grass on the ground.
There was no light in the dark, and the torches of the knights swayed like fireflies in the rain. They fumbled forward in the forest. Although the enemy no longer exists, the pursuit of the past two days still made the Red Tiger soldiers. We have a lingering fear. For them, being able to defeat powerful enemies is certainly worth the excitement, but the will and strength displayed by the enemies also make the daffodil knight rarely show fear.
His Highness the Prince and the officers of his immediate division saw the remaining Persians in a depression. These powerful enemies had no threat at this time. They lay prostrate on the ground, after the wounds washed by rain It has been infected and emits the odor that only the corpse has.
Nineteen! There are only nineteen Persians who survived this gathering place! The knights looked at the 19 enemies that caused them countless losses one by one, but I do n’t know why, at this time, the narcissus knight could no longer show hostility to the enemies lying down on the ground. They approached carefully and moved the enemy prisoners carefully. The weapon was carefully checked for the wounds of the enemy prisoners. In short, everything was done in silence.
Oscar squatted down in front of the enemy leader. He wiped the black belt warrior with a handkerchief covered with rain and faces.
The black belt samurai opened his eyes slowly. He looked at the young man in front of him, and at the scimitar in his hand. The samurai wanted to say something, but his words turned into a severe cough.
"Pars, Pars! Hurry up and show him." Oscar called his doctor a little anxiously. He didn't understand it. He didn't seem to want the top master among the natural enemies to die like this.
The big guy Gordo got together sometime, he wanted to take a good look at this tough guy, he knew it was definitely a tough guy, a heroic figure.
"His Royal Highness, it's useless. This guy has been hammering me alive. It is estimated that his entire inner abdomen has shifted. I really don't know how he has supported it to now!" Xiao Ge said while shaking his head.
"Is that true?" The teenager turned to the poison doctor.
Sure enough, Pars, who had checked the injury for the samurai, shook his head.
Oscar the little sighed, and he crouched in front of the samurai again. "Can you talk?"
The samurai nodded softly. "But ... what?"
Little Oscar suddenly speechless, yes! Say something?
"Why are we doing this?" Oscar knew his question was rather wishful, and he felt that the knights around him seemed dull.
"Why?" The warrior's dull eyes suddenly flashed. "I'm glad someone from the Anlu family thinks so."
"Have you ever thought about it?" Oscar looked forward.
"I thought about it, but I do n’t know, no matter why, I was born a warrior, I believe you Anlu too."
Oscar was dumb again, "Anlu is the chosen warrior"! This is the credo that he has been deeply aware of since childhood.
"It seems that we all have no choice."
"Yes, neither my true nor your gods give us choices."
"So ... don't mind if I give you another ride? I think ... you don't have to endure the pain anymore." The teenager crossed his machete across his chest. He learned from his coachman that the true God of the Persians did not allow his believers to be suicide, and this kind of thing usually had to be borrowed from others.
"If it's you ... I'm honored," Sure enough, the Black Belt Samurai closed his eyes.
Oscar raised her machete, and the boy's mouth murmured words that the Narcissus Knight could not understand. The knight was a little nervous. They clenched the weapons in their hands, fearing that the enemies on the ground who had already caught their hands would jump again.
"You are very considerate." The black belt warrior who had closed his eyes and waiting to die said this again. He had just awakened, and one of the natural enemies in front of him was singing a prayer for the true God for him.
"Thank you!" Oscar was a little surprised.
"If your surname is not Anlu, maybe our Highness Princess Akhraina will be fascinated by you." After the Black Belt Warrior said, he also laughed at his thoughts, a Persian princess and an Anlu family Nephew, is this possible?
"Oh?" Obviously, the joke of the black belt samurai interested the teenager extremely. "Her name is Ahraina? This is a beautiful name! Are you really sure she will be fascinated by me?"
"Of course!" The black-faced black belt samurai, who had always been expressionless, smiled even with his eyes. "You are a noble of noble origin, you made a good knife, you took off the veil of the princess in a fair fight, if you add these together, our high princess is already your wife!"
"But ... but I come from natural enemy Anlu." The boy's longing and memories of the girl disappeared in a flash.
"Yeah ... My Royal Highness Princess comes from the natural enemy Persis." The tone of the Black Belt Samurai also dimmed.
"You guys are still endless?" Murat was really impatient! He didn't know when these two guys would talk!
Oscar and the Black Belt Samurai smiled at each other, and they were indeed wordy.
"Then ... the true God is with you!" His Royal Highness raised the scimitar again.
"Yes, the true God is with me." The samurai's eyes closed forever.
The rain is still falling, and it seems to be getting bigger gradually. The brown woods had begun to shimmer with a dim, emerald green luster; some tiny narcissus buds were scattered on both sides of the mountain path. With the careful watering of the rain, I believe they will bloom as pure as a girl in the morning.
The sky is dull black, the sky is very low, and it is like a big mountain. The vast, inaccessible mountain forest stretched far away in the rain and looked forward, as if craving for a larger territory. Rain sounded in the forest, and there seemed to be some other miraculous sounds. Then there is the fragrance, the fragrance of rainy night is mixed with countless natural breath, it drifts swaying from the sky to the land, from the land to the stream.
The snails started to move. They like wet land. The rain didn't seem to delay the snail's journey. They walked forward with the soil all over the ground. The soil is their food and their excrement. Mud passes through their bodies, they go through mud.
Oscar looked around. He chose a fat snail. This can't be blamed. If it's blamed, the snail broke into his territory. The teenager peeled off the hard shell of the snail skillfully with a knife, and then threw the fat body of the snail into the brazier. After a while, the aroma of the roasted snails radiated out, and this sweet taste satisfied the Prince's eyes with satisfaction.
"Mura, Blizzard," the teenager rolled over, "you go out, I need to stay alone."
The two opened the tent and went out, while Oscar used the tongs to pick out the roasted snails that had already emerged. The teenager swallowed it into his mouth and chewed it with exaggeration.
"Yes! I need to rest." The little prince muttered, and he soon went to sleep, where he hoped that there would be no blood and dirty things.
In the early morning, the brightness of the sky is not very high, the air is very humid, and the knights' armor and knives are covered with a thin layer of water droplets. Several cooking smoke flew from the wilderness, and the birds that attracted countless morning risers looked for the delicious malt left by the knights by the iron pan for cooking the wheat soup. But when the busy knight tried to approach the soup pot, the timid birds scattered again.
Thanks to the Byposians, the Tassen area is full of mountains and wilderness. Since General Fego ’s victory march, the Persians have always taken the Tassen area as the main direction of attack, although General Fego and his The front army has not succeeded in the enemy, but the destruction of the local area by the war is also the highest in the districts of the narcissus.
In order to meet the upcoming war, the knights woke up early in the morning, almost all the combat equipment had been installed, and some unnecessary things were left in the tabernacle by the knights. Breakfast is generous, with fresh malt soup, toast, cured bacon, chopped green onions and mashed potatoes with sauce. The knights knew that this might be the last meal of their lives, so everyone was extra careful, for fear of wasting a little bit.
The loud assembly number blew, the daffodil knights, as usual, the flag bearers of each war department lighted up the battle flags representing their own teams, and the knights stepped on the war horses to converge on the battle flags. After a while, a suffocating scene appeared on the large plain. I saw the yellow tabernacle scattered on the emerald green field, and on the side of it, there were countless flying war banners lined up. The jungle of swords and guns.
The herald screamed loudly in front of each team. They were adjusting the position and formation of each team. This formation must be maintained until it is engaged with the enemy, so it is sloppy.
The young knights blinked excitedly. The same young horses as them did not want to jump lonely on the spot. At this time, the veterans in the team would come to point to you. Good thing. They need to obey orders just like warriors. "
The young soldiers respect these veterans, look at the scars on them, and then look at their war horses. The veterans' horses seem to be used to acting with their partners. When they get together, there is no restlessness and fear. They bow their heads. , Ears straight, only the loud attack horn can evoke their fierceness.
The young soldiers could not bear the difficult waiting time before the battle. They focused their attention on their weapons again. The white knight's sword could be raised a little higher, and the long rifle could be thrust farther. However, the veteran ’s teaching has become extremely severe at this time. The young knight narrowed his neck and listened to the teachings. It turned out that the knights in the queue were forbidden to wield their swords casually, because that would hurt their comrades, and their main task was Tear off the enemy's line of defense. Of course, when the enemy really appears in front of your horse, you can do whatever you want.
"Captain, where is your hometown? How is your home?" The young knight who had just been reprimanded wanted to change the subject.
"You it! When is this? It's boring to mention these things at this time!" Obviously, the veterans are very cold about the problems of the recruits. The most fearful thing for those who are about to go to the battlefield of life and death is to mention everything related to the family. .
"But ... but are we fighting for our families?" The recruits did not give up, "just to let my wife who just married into the door live a good life! Isn't it?"
"Yes!" The veteran nodded. "I came here just for your beautiful young wife to live a good life!"
The veteran's answer seemed ambiguous. The knights all laughed, and the young soldier blushed. But soon someone came forward to explain the recruit, "Okay! The old captain's family was killed by the Persians. He appeared here for your family and for all of us, it's nothing! "
"Salute!" The old captain shouted suddenly, all the knights' conditioned reflexes were generally on the chest!
A team of officers walked over the front of the team, led by the commander of the Tarsen Front, Fego Anlu Debordi.
"Old Gordon!" General Feige stopped, and he saw the bravest long ranger of the First Brigade. "I heard that you met a beautiful and generous lady on this Army Day."
"Yes! General!" Old Gordon answered the commander's question truthfully.
"How? Have you spent the night at her house?" Figo was interested.
"No, general!"
"Oh? Why? It's not like old Gordon's style!" Fei Ge took the horse to catch up a few steps.
"I can't help it, the lady said" Don't touch me "! General!"
Led by the commander-in-chief of the front army, the officers and knights all laughed.
"Okay! Good luck next time, but this time it's not a matter of luck. Your cavalry squadron is responsible for harassing the enemy's rear." Figo finally became serious.
"Stand up!" Old Gordon once again led his cavalry to pay tribute to the commander, "General! Please trust your knight! The second squadron of the First Cavalry Tour Cavalry Regiment will not live up to your expectations!"
Figo raised his hand in return, then he went to the next phalanx.
"Captain! What's going on with the lady?" The voice of the recruit's death was rang again.
"Shut up!" Innumerable voices answered the recruit this time.
There seemed to be no wind in the sky, but the flowers and grass in the field were trembling gently. Then, the earth began to tremble. The cavalry ’s horseshoe stepped on the heavy roar, and on the endless tall grass, the cavalry team could not see from the side The West swept in, and the volume between heaven and earth seemed to be completely turned on. The dark and heavy shields continued to rise and fall with the war horses, and the spear pointing at the sky seemed to form a moving forest.
The dark cloud opened a corner, and the sunlight rushed in, and the huge beam of light seemed to light a piece of land under the sky. On this piece of land, the knights passing by received the baptism from the of light, but they were blinking Between them ran into the dark cloud bottom.
The battlefield is just ahead! The Persian trumpet has been heard! The earth receded behind him, but Death quickly approached.
The Holy Titan Empire Bright Day Calendar August 6, 791 at 10:00 am, 69 kilometers west of the Nyniel Valley in the Tassen region of Narcissus County, two integrated brigades, one reserve army, and two cavalry divisions belonging to the Narcissus Knights Tarsen Front , Successively entered the scheduled battlefield. Looking at the time, we know that they advanced the attack time by nearly 5 hours.
The sky was still gloomy. On a low mountain beam, a knight strangled the galloping horses. He looked at the Persian army standing far above the eastern horizon. The knight turned his head, He raised the battle flag high in his hand, and the fierce tiger sternly spread its posture. In its mouth, the blooming narcissus was like white fangs!
Then, a row of knights suddenly appeared on the mountain beams. They were wearing silver armor and sharp spears in their hands. Between the world and the earth, it seemed that only the tiger and daffodil flags were dancing, and everything else was still!
The trumpeter sounded the offensive horn! The world is boiling!
"Anluha!" The bannerman's shouting received a response from millions of people! The low mountain beams seem to have been enchanted by magic, countless knights poured down like a tide, they quickly rushed into the wilderness, and soon occupied the plains, they soon saw the light brown face of the Persians ! That is the face of the aggressor! We are going to tear that ugly face with a long sword!
"Ready to catch the enemy!" The chief of the First Riding Infantry Brigade didn't know whether the knights on Mercedes could hear his voice, but he was satisfied to see that the cavalry on the front had raised a long lance.
"Rangers scatter!" How weak the voice was in the deafening hoof! But the flag bearer and the commander faithfully executed the order. Soon, a range of bowstrings were heard from the Rangers' impact on the phalanx, and the arrows filled with strength were hollowed out like a burning meteor.
The Persians finally moved, and the left-wing cavalry team started to the north of the battlefield, and the left-wing infantry being baptized by the arrow rain had laid a wall of shields.
"Rangers meet the enemy!"
As soon as this cry fell, the Rangers Phalanx had collided with the Persian cavalry. Almost in a flash, the teams of the two sides joined together like a handover. Half of the knights on the front have been shot and dismounted during the initial impact, and the Persian strikers have gradually disappeared into the depths of the Rangers.
Tarson ’s heavy cavalry regiment has been falling behind the rangers, and they are still moving forward when the rangers meet the enemy. The Persian left wing infantry began to adjust the strike line according to their direction of movement, and then the narcissus knight trumpeter and flag bearer delivered new orders.
Thousands of heavy cavalry regiments took a turn on the battlefield, and they started to attack from the north side as planned.
The Persian strike line finally stabilized when the daffodil knight was about to rush, but they did n’t seem to panic. The archer team was still making volleys, while the swordman and shieldman propped up the cavalry charge. Heavy wood thorns.
The heavy armored cavalry crushed the enemy ’s sternum, but he was also pierced by sharpened wooden thorns; the knight ’s gun was pierced like the enemy ’s chest, but the swordman who had risen beside the horse also deprived him of his life; The sound of entering the meat is very unpleasant, but you must swing the long sword again before falling.
The heavy cavalry did not tear apart the square of the infantry. The narcissus knights roared past the front line of the Persians. They took countless lives, and they also left countless comrades.
The two cavalry regiments with the second brigade of the Talsen side riding into the second brigade charged, and they entered the battlefield from the south side of the enemy's left wing. The archers of the Persian left-wing cluster began to reverse direction, but they only had the chance to make a salvo once!
The First Touring Cavalry Regiment engaged in the most primitive and fierce fighting with the Persian cavalry on the north side of the battlefield. The two sides constantly changed forwards, and the two sides continued to impact each other. At the corner of the battlefield, a Ranger Squadron has quietly completed The front is back, and the knights have shown signs of fatigue after a round of torture, but they have only just started their real offensive at this time!
Old Gordon looked at the recruits behind him. The boy looked good, with an arrow feather in his arm and a cut in his thigh with a machete.
"Young man! Keep an eye on my ass! Where does it go! Where are you going to follow!" The captain ordered loudly!
"Anluha!"
The Persian archers were frightened by the roaring blows overhead, but when they wanted to raise their bows and arrows, they found that the natural enemy was already in sight!
The 2nd Squadron of Rangers suddenly appeared behind the enemy and successfully penetrated into the depths of the enemy infantry phalanx. The recruit waved his sword with excitement. He had cut down six archers. He watched the enemies running away with satisfaction, but on his head, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him had become unusually wide. The warrior of the big shield didn't know when it was in front of him.
The Second Riding Brigade seized the precious opportunity. When the enemy archer phalanx was in chaos, they had already jumped to a safe distance! accelerate! accelerate! Speed ​​up again! Only the wind from the war horses remained in the ears of the knights. They stared at the enemy, and when the enemy zoomed in to be like a real person, the arrows shot quickly, the swords waved, and the spears were raised! Run towards the enemy's battle flag in the blood and shouting! Kill an enemy by the side of pain and screams.
"Mogadishu's main cavalry army didn't move, and their left wing was finished!" Chiat whispered, he didn't look very happy.
"Well! I saw it, it seems that one of our silly guys overturned their battle flag!" Fei Ge dropped his hand on his forehead. "The general reserve team attacked! The third army attacked! It was their job." Now! "
"Do you think we will come in handy?" Little Oscar asked Murat pretending to be careless.
"Um ... probably not! General Figo has no reason to involve troops outside the Tarson fighting sequence." Murat said his opinion.
"Major Griffith! What do you think?" The teenager turned to the combat staff from his second brother.
"Not necessarily, if General Fego feels it necessary, then your ministry will definitely participate in the offensive. Of course, the premise is that we have to catch up." Major Griffith said truthfully.
"Ah ... that's it!" The teenager thought for a while, his knees subconsciously tightened, and Lei Shuer felt a force urging it to move forward.
"Oh right! I don't know how you found us yet?" Oscar suddenly remembered the question.
Griffith Jr. had to smile bitterly, "Your Highness, to be honest, your department is not easy to find. I and an integrated reconnaissance squadron spent a night in the mountain before meeting a scout from your department."
"Ah ... are you familiar with Stebury?" Oscar slowed down unconsciously.
Griffith Jr. felt sad for a while, "I ... I used to be the combat staff of the 1st Brigade. It was recommended by Lieutenant Colonel Stebury to enter the front of the staff."
"So that means you know him well?" Oscar simply stopped.
"It can be said that I knew him when I was very young. At that time, his archery score was the best among the children in the whole block! Our group of friends all like to turn around him. But later his body became bigger and bigger , So I switched to rifle, you know, he became the most famous lance champion in the army! "Griffith Jr. showed a nostalgic look.
"He ... does he have a family?" Oscar felt that even his lips were chapped when asked here.
"Well, there is his old mother and an old grandpa at home! His wife works as a secretary at the Anlu Hara military authority. He also has two children, both boys! But ... the two children are not as tall as chairs. It! "
"Listening to you, you seem to know Stebury well?" Oscar was puzzled.
"Yes ..." Griffith smiled slightly, "His wife is my sister."
Oscar suddenly didn't know what to say, and even Murat on the side was dumbfounded.
"Sorry!" Oscar apologized, but he knew that a sentence of "Sorry" was not very convincing.
"Your Highness, you do n’t have to be like this, although sorrow is something people must go through. Sde Berry is my brother-in-law, but ... but we are soldiers and knights of the Anlu family, we must not be sad, that is what my sister will do It ’s a matter of UU reading www.uukaanshu.com. If it were me, I would only bless Starbari and bless him with eternal peace and health in the temple of the light god. "
The little prince stared closely at the young combat staff, and for a moment he turned suspiciously to Murat.
"Is that true?" The teenager asked.
"Your Highness!" Murat lifted his chest. "You should put aside the thoughts in your mind, as a soldier, as a family knight, fighting is a must, sacrifice is inevitable, tears are meaningless, and sorrow is unnecessary! We must turn all emotions into motivation to continue fighting. All your dreams are pinned on killing the enemy. If you ca n’t do this, you will be knocked down by yourself. Perhaps you have lost the courage to fight before the enemy has appeared in front of you. You are from the Anlu family One member, you are a chosen warrior! The chosen warrior can only lower his high head in front of God, a great light God chose Anlu to purify and guard this world! This is what we firmly believe, this is also us Hold on! "
Osne Anlu Morissett remembered these words without fail, he felt that something very strange but very familiar in his heart was completely activated! I believe that Murat at this time does not know to what extent his remarks have affected the teenager, but in the future, it is precisely because of Osne Anlu Morissett that he has always believed in Murat Bedbea. The loyalty and loyalty of our cavalry marshal who knows all about the dirty work of the great Emperor Anlu can safely go through several cleanings.