I was assigned to the 38th Corps, the commander of the regiment was a man named Rogge, he was a handsome man with a red beard, he gave people a very depressed feeling up and down, a long sword hanging from his waist, a pair of eyes under the helmet were blazing, he was very fierce, what I remember most clearly is what he said, "You don't have the strength to play with women, and you go to kill any enemy, be a wife to the enemy." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Every time he says this, we laugh, I don't know if it is a tacit acquiescence to his words, or his words are really funny."

I train hard because I believe that only by working hard now will I not be a wife to my enemies in the future. After a month of dreary training, we received orders to go to the Gamiyed Fort, which was about to be lost, and the defending general Ukeis had sent dozens of letters to the Sultan of Hakim, the last of which read:

"The walls of the Gamiede Fort have been beaten and are all holes, and they are in danger, and if the rescue does not arrive on the 31st, then my head will be hung on the gate of my own city by the enemy."

Hakim Sultan must have gone crazy when he saw this letter, and we who were closest to Fort Gamiyad were naturally the so-called supporters, so today we stinky little children will go to war for the first time. Rogge stood in front of us that day for the final mental counseling, and each of us listened attentively, because no one knew who would be alive tomorrow, and that night, we set off. The desert seemed very cold at night, I shivered from time to time, and a person next to me seemed to be very restless, and the low temperature did not freeze his mouth, he slowly leaned in front of me, and whispered to me:

"Listen, brother, this story below is definitely a good story."

I didn't turn him down, after all, it's not a bad thing to find a companion to talk to in the midst of a tedious march. Several people behind him also leaned over, waiting for that person's story with interest.

"I don't even know my parents for my birthday, why, because they have made eight people before they gave birth to me, don't think that this is a lively house, it is lively, but they are slowly forgetting about me, every time I eat leftovers, but now my standard of living can be improved, why, because their first eight sons have all died in three years, they have to pay attention to me, when the chief of Attis in Dukuba recruited them again this year, my father dragged down the crossbow hanging on the wall, He said to the fool's head, "No one can take my last son." "The appearance of Chief Artis blowing his white beard before he left is still vivid in my mind, and I am laughing to death, and he didn't even teach the old man of my family a lesson in the end."

At this time, Rogge rode up behind him, we all quickly shut up, he also noticed that something was wrong, when he turned his head and saw Rogge's red beard, he stumbled, Rogge did not scold him, but asked him, "Then why are you still here." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, regained his former vigor, and said confidently: "I am a warrior of the Sultanate, not the old man's cub, and I will kill eight Kugit people, and hang eight heads in front of my house to pay tribute to my eight dead brothers." We all laughed, and Rogge was no exception, and he asked; How old are you this year. The voice was very low, and he didn't seem to hear it too clearly, and replied loudly, "What, you ask me how old I am, fifteen." Rogge forced a grin when he heard this, but the addition of this abnormal expression to his already abnormal face made him look strange.

I looked at him and asked him; "What's your name?" The man also turned his head to look at me and said, "My name is not good, you should call me, everyone else calls me that." ”

"Why?"

"Because I haven't stopped talking." ……

Climbing over a high hill, we saw a ruin unfolding in front of us, only the crumbling walls at the front marked it was a castle, and we had not taken any rest after the night's trek to the city, but some people were not very hospitable, and Uces saw a bunch of children coming, and hurried to Rog's side and quarreled, but in the end nothing came of it. On this day, the Kugit attacked again, and we were stopped by Rogge and did not go to battle. But when we heard the fighting on the walls, we also felt how terrible this war really was.

At night, Rog came to Ukes's tent, looked at Ukis on the chair and frowned, he sighed, and said to him: "Is there any point in defending this city, Hakim is clearly playing tricks on you, letting a group of stinky hairy boys support you, and he really wants to come out." Ukais heard him through and said, "So you want to abandon the city." Rog watched as Ukes slowly leaned his head over and nodded solemnly.

"No, we are a military fortress, what if we run away from the Sultanate, what about the people of the Sultan." Ukais shook his head vigorously and said.

Rogge looked at Ukais's hesitant appearance, anxious, and said, "Can you bear to let those children go to war?" Ukes looked pained, but he still said firmly: "It can only be like this, everyone has the responsibility to defend the Sultanate, and if the country needs them to die, they can only die." Rog looked at his stubbornness, shook his head, and slowly walked out of the tent, leaving Uces who was slumped in his seat.

The next day, we were sent into battle, and we were very nervous when we had to face the enemy for the first time, and the sound of the battle on the city wall yesterday weighed a big stone on our hearts, but we had no way out, and Rogge gave us one final encouragement in front of the city gates:

"Warriors of the Sultanate, the enemy is already in the city, the great motherland needs us, the thousands of people of the Sultanate need us, for their sake we must not retreat, hold the sword in your hands, God will bless you in heaven, remember that only the ruthless can survive on the battlefield."

With that, he pointed his sword at the fallen gates, and we were all ready for what they often called a holy war.

After a deafening bang, the huge city gate collapsed, my brain was in a trance, only to hear the sound of killing, I held the sword in my hand tightly, and rushed forward with the team, because I had eaten human flesh in the desert, so I was not particularly strange to killing, but other people did not have this experience, for a while there was a situation where the killer could not go down, the Kugit outside was wearing gray fish scale armor, wearing a nomadic hat, holding a scimitar in his hand, extremely fierce, we just rushed up and there was a look of being unable to parry, From time to time, the people who rushed in front threw away their swords and ran back, and they blocked up with the people who wanted to kill them, but they couldn't retreat in and couldn't kill them, and the few people were very fast, and I was at the back of the line, so I was left in the city, and the city gate was blocked.