Since childhood, Al Fitdan told his parents that he wanted to be a good athlete.

As for what kind of sport.

Even when he grew up, Al didn't think it through.

He was tall and covered with soft muscles and well-developed limbs. He had chestnut hair, wasn't handsome, but he was good-looking—he was just that.

When Al was six years old, he turned on his vision and became one of the town's most famous psychics.

Maybe it's the favor of God.

Although his parents are ordinary people, Al has a talent that is sufficient to fulfill his ambitions.

At the age of eleven, he opened the Seventh Vein, and after graduating from the Rotzville Intermediate Spiritual School, it was a sure thing to become a well-known spiritual magician. To his parents, he was a proud son. Although he has a talent that ordinary people don't have, his son has always worked hard. Although Rootsville is only a second-tier city in the Holy Snow Country, maybe one day, my son can really become a top psychic master.

That's right, such a bright future, he once had.

However, all bright prospects no longer belong to him.

Start with leaving Rootsville.

From the moment you step into the Holy King's City.

Perhaps, joining the Ice Knights was a mistake.

Similar to the Sword of Kings of the Holy Dragon Country, the Ice Knights of the Holy Snow Kingdom play a role in maintaining national security. It often recruits the most gifted psychic in the Snow Country.

Al Fitdan is one of them.

Al, who should have scrupulously abided by his duties in the era of peace and returned home after ten years of peace, is now in the war-torn forest. It was a land far from his beloved homeland, and the soldiers of the Tree Nation who were at war with them attempted to cut off the Snow Country's supply lines to the forward positions.

The sixth team of the night battle to which El belongs is tasked with guarding the infrastructure of the transit station. The team consists of more than 100 people, divided into four directions, to resist the steady stream of enemies.

This was not supposed to be such a difficult task, being in the rear of the front line, it should be safe here.

Therefore, the Snow Country soldiers stationed here are not very strong in combat, and they are the only ones who can open more than eight veins. Most of the elite troops were sent to the front, and there was a shortage of conventional heavy weapons.

At this moment, in the face of the Tree Country soldiers who fell from the sky, the Snow Country soldiers fled for their lives like birds and beasts.

"Run, run, run!"

A soldier who had survived the artillery fire roared.

Whether it was a spy who leaked the news, or whether the soldiers of Shuguo were too strong, it is impossible to study now. The plan was originally hidden in the corner of the woods, but it was caught off guard in the end.

The four directions of the fortress were attacked at the same time, and in the roar of the super-large spiritual pulse array, the garrison army of the Snow Country collapsed in a short time.

In fact, these young men who had been recruited by the orders of the Grey Queen were not at all comparable to the well-trained front-line soldiers, let alone the elite of the Ice Knights like Xiang El.

The members of the team are just young people who have picked up farm tools, teenagers who dream of becoming novelists, or men whose wives are still pregnant with their second child, and relying on them to fight is simply nonsense, and there should be no expectations.

However, it is these people who are now on the battlefield.

In the night, the only one who was resisting was the sixth team of the night battle led by Al.

Due to the shortage of troops on the front line, when the commander assigned the task, he only promised to give El a squad of combat effectiveness.

After all, the main army of the Snow Nation and the army of the Tree Nation have been facing off in the Radiant Forest for more than five months, and any combat power will change the stalemate.

Counting yourself, there are a total of five people in the night battle team.

The team members are all well-trained experts in night combat, although they can only open four veins, and their combat effectiveness is no different from that of regular soldiers.

But at least they are qualified fighters. Moreover, the tacit understanding between them is enough to give their backs to their comrades with confidence.

Taking advantage of the terrain and the experience of night battles, the night combat team led by Al made a useless struggle.

All they have to do is drag the enemy as long as possible. Before reinforcements arrived.

The idea is good.

But as the battle continued, his teammates ran out of spiritual power, and it was difficult to do even a strategic transfer.

The defensive psionic arrays around the fortress have been destroyed, and many of the bunkers have been lost. Without external strategic support, the struggle for resistance became more and more difficult.

In the afterglow, Al noticed that the soldiers, who were comrades yesterday, had dispersed in different directions. Their bodies are dominated by a sense of fear from which there is nowhere to escape. With every step forward, there is a painful ** coming from afar.

The once beautiful sound of insects has been completely erased, and only the wails of cowards and the constant unleashing of psychic pulses from the enemy are left in my ears.

El became more and more convinced that it was only a matter of time before the fortress fell with the strength of the night battle detachment alone.

If you take your subordinates to abandon the fortress immediately and move towards the Radiant Forest, with the strength of the night battle team, you and your subordinates will definitely survive.

Or, with just six men holding the fort, maybe an hour, or two, could be extended.

And then all the heroic sacrifices are here.

But I'm afraid it won't be able to support it until the moment when reinforcements arrive.

With a sense of guilt that can't be relieved, Al doesn't have time to fear for his own imminent life.

Although people don't want to die after all, it is better to kill than to be killed.

But looking at the burning eyes of his subordinates, they were waiting for their commander's orders.

Keep fighting.

Or rather, retreat like a deserter.

Al hesitated when he shouldn't have hesitated.

The five people in front of him with different personalities are his first batch of subordinates. This is the first time he has led others.

Perhaps it was at the moment of the exchange of glances that another outer bunker was seized by the soldiers of the Tree Country.

"Sir, please give the order!"

The brown-haired boy named Blause pleaded.

The boy was only ten years old, from a small village in the northwestern part of the Snow Country, and he had the best relationship with him on weekdays. Because he was the youngest, he could not become a front-line soldier, and he was mainly responsible for garrisoning the fortress with the ability to open four veins. As a result, he joined El's Night Combat detachment.

The young man whose words were still unclear trembled, and his spiritual power had not yet adjusted to the best state due to the fierce battle that had lasted for two hours before. I don't know why there were many more wounds on my body, and the blood solidified on the surface of my skin in the winter glow of the fire.

However, his eyes were unusually determined.

"Sir, give the order, the last outer bunker has been taken by the enemy, we must retreat to the inside of the fortress!"

Al didn't speak.

The five remaining soldiers in the Snow Country, including the boy, watched their commander, and before he died, only El could be trusted.

During the war, according to the code promulgated by the Queen of Cha Cha Ash, men over the age of 16 must join the army unconditionally, and those under the age of 16 can receive a 60% bonus if they voluntarily sign up.

The boy once told him in the dead of night that he had come to join the army in order to raise money for his mother's sick mother's medical expenses.

Al thought that this kid should go back alive than himself, or the other four subordinates.

If possible, he will give orders for the team members to clear the way for the teenager.

As long as you enter the Radiant Forest and find the frontline army, you may be able to survive.

- Sure enough, no one wants to die.

But what Al saw in the eyes of the five soldiers was a desire to fight.

"Sir, we don't have time left, and if we don't react, we're all going to die here...... said a middle-aged woman with shaggy hair.

- yes, there's no time.

Noticing the leaves falling from the trees in front of him due to psychic impulses, Al knew in his heart that the enemy was about to completely surround the fortress.

In that case, you won't be able to walk if you want to.

"You should know, we can't win. ”

"The Tree Country soldiers are prepared, and they are all well-trained warriors. ”

"Our soldiers have all been routed, the outer bunkers have been completely lost, and the only ones here can fight. ”

Before the words fell, there was a sudden loud bang. The white expanse in front of me was clear, and the snowflakes on the ground were shaken so high that it was no different from the snow that was falling.

"Sir, I remember you saying that numbers are only one aspect in war. ”

The boy gasped, probably because the shockwave had temporarily weakened his hearing.

"Aren't the six of us very good? We fought for two hours, without sacrificing a single man, and killing hundreds of enemy soldiers. ”

"Yes, sir, we can still fight, both horizontal and vertical are dead, it is better to pull a few more to go down to the funeral. ”

"Sir, give the order, we're all waiting for you-"

Five brave soldiers, including the teenager, gasped. It was clear that the battle that had just continued had made it difficult for them to recover for a while. After all, you can only open four veins-

"Have you figured it out?"

"It's really not a problem with numbers. If you're all my former comrades—members of the Ice Knights, or who can open more than ten veins—I'm sure I'll wipe out all of them. However, there are several spiritualists in the Tree Country who are stronger than me, and if you continue to fight, you will be sent to death. ”

"I don't think anyone wants to die. ”

The air was as silent as death.

Although that's the truth.

- But who wants to admit it?

Even if everyone knows it, they know it deeply.

This is undoubtedly going to die.

But the five people, including the boy, all had a voice in their hearts that seemed to say to themselves:

Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

From the helplessness, unyieldingness, and fear buried deep in the hearts of the team, Al finally understood.

- Indeed, no one wants to die.

Including himself.

How can you die in a place like this? Die in no apparent terms--

He is only in his early twenties this year, and if it goes well, he may be able to open the eleventh vein, or even all of them.

But now, all Al wants to do is let the five brothers who follow him live.

"Sir, the last breach to the southwest has been surrounded, and we have no chance of breaking through—"

"Really?"

Al stood up.

He wanted to apologize, but it was his hesitation that put his men in a desperate situation.

Obviously, you can break through.

Obviously you can survive.

And now, only death can be faced.

But time does not allow, and if you hesitate any longer, the last hope may really be gone.

The last hope.

"Fighting. ”

Al's voice was quiet, perhaps due to the sound of the psychic cannon bombardment.

"Sir?"

It seems that they did not hear themselves clearly.

"Fight! Fight the enemy to the end. ”

"Hold on to the fortress. This is the last order. ”

"Let those guys have a good look at the strength of the Sixth Detachment of the Holy Snow Country's Night Battle. ”

"Tell them that this is our land, this is our battlefield. ”