In mid-August, a few days after the murder of the monarch.

South of the sarin, in a limestone territory, in a military camp.

"Click......

"Hiss ......"

The soldiers ran back and forth, the horses leading to and fro, and there was a lot of shouting.

"Who's that, hurry up, hurry up, move the box over. ”

"Dead wood, don't like a dead log, come over and help, clean up this place. ”

"All the people of the first brigade and the third squad, the living people, gather for me......"

The camp was chaotic, dusty, and chickens and dogs jumping, which made people frown.

Frank Days was sitting on a chest in the corner of the camp, watching it all, and from the chaos he could smell a disturbing smell—the smell of war.

It's going to be war.

Yes, there was going to be a war - he had been informed in advance - not just a war, but a big one.

Speaking of which, he was not afraid of war.

Really, not afraid.

After all, he was also a veteran with a lot of experience, and had seen many big scenes, and had narrowly escaped death many times - he suspected that the entire Silver Cross mixed group he belonged to did not necessarily have a tenacious existence like him.

I remember that at the beginning, it was in the border city of Newburgh, when a conflict broke out between the Kingdom of Sika and the Soma Alliance, and he ran into it.

Later, when Newburgh calmed down, and it was almost time to leave the army, he was transferred to the outpost near Fort Reef with the excitement of returning to his hometown as soon as possible to get married, which was the most heavily guarded and safest place on the entire border.

He thought that he would be discharged from the army smoothly, and then go home to marry the beautiful Nosa, have a few children, and spend the rest of his life.

Who knows, one night, the Kingdom of Sika launched a surprise attack as if he had lost his brain, and his outpost was violently destroyed, and he was the only one of the twelve people stationed there who survived, and was fortunately rescued by the reinforcements sent by the reef fort.

After being rescued, he recuperated from his wounds in Fort Reef for a few days, and was incorporated into the 2nd Brigade of the Glorious Regiment of the 6th Army of the Fourth Coalition Army, where he participated in the national war between the Alliance and Sika.

Unfortunately, as soon as his glorious regiment entered the battlefield, it was crushed and attacked by the cavalry of the Sika Kingdom and the wizards, and the entire glorious regiment was glorious on the spot, and he also fainted in the pile of dead people.

Not sure how long later, he wakes up from the pile of dead people, and is lucky enough to run into his own man, the leader of the Red Maple Cavalry Regiment who calls himself Mario, and he is recruited to join the opposing team and follow them in the battle.

The bad luck continued, and less than ten minutes after he joined the opposing team, he bumped into an entire team of demonic knights from the Sika Kingdom on the chaotic battlefield.

Knights in Costume Brigade!

He had no choice but to run for his life, and he ran away, somehow, luring the Sika Knights in suit who were pursuing him into the encirclement of the Alliance. The three alliance armies of demonic knights jumped out and surrounded and annihilated the Sikas, and he also made a meritorious contribution to it.

Because of his meritorious service, after the end of the national war, he was able to have the opportunity to be promoted to squad leader, and the trouble of choice also followed: if he wanted to be promoted to squad leader, he naturally could not retire from the army to marry the beautiful Nosa. And to retire from the army to marry the beautiful Nuosha, then the opportunity that was hard to get was wasted, unlucky like him, I am really not sure, whether I can meet the same opportunity in the future.

However, it didn't bother him for long. A few days later, a letter came from a friend from his hometown, telling him that Nosa had waited too long and that he had been wounded in the war and seemed to be disabled, and that he had not resisted the pressure of his family, and had tearfully married the cobbler's son. The wedding had taken place the day before the letter was sent, and his friend had given him a gift money, twenty copper coins. At the end of the letter, his friend did not forget to remind him that he must return the twenty copper coins if he has the chance.

The letter really grieved Frank, but it also helped him make a choice to give up his discharge and stay in the army.

After that, he was assigned to the limestone territory and became the squad leader of the Silver Cross Mixed Regiment, with twelve soldiers under his command. On weekdays, I was complimented and served by twelve soldiers, but my life was very comfortable, and it took nearly four years to get to the present.

If it was possible, he wanted to go on like this, for a few more years, and raise the rank by one level—from the lower ten commanders to the middle ten commanders, and there would be no more more asking for it.

Who knows, God can't see him so comfortable, and an unbelievable news came, breaking the peaceful life for a long time.

What did the emperor say was assassinated? The assassin was Lord Sharin?

Really?!

Since he has been in the army for a long time, he knows some news, such as Lord Shalin, who was the hero of the national war at the beginning, and without the other party, he probably couldn't win the national war.

It stands to reason that such a person, who is very loyal to the Soma Alliance and the Alliance Emperor, how could he suddenly assassinate the Emperor?

Could it be that the other party is Sika's spy? Why did he help the alliance win the national war in the first place?

Thinking about the logic of this, Frank felt that his brain was a mess, worse than the chaotic barracks in front of him, so he simply shook his head and did not continue.

As a squad leader, he doesn't have the right to act on his own anyway, and he has to listen to the words of higher-ranking officers no matter what he does, and it's useless to figure it out.

After all, it was impossible for him to learn from that Lord of Shalin - the other party killed the king, could he kill the captain above his head...... ?

There was something tempting about the thought, and he was a little angry when he thought of Captain Heyman's fat and greasy body. If he had a choice, he would definitely stay at Reef Fort, rather than parachute in here and squeeze out the spot that had reserved for his cousin.

My cousin can't be the team leader, go to the regiment leader, what do you do to trouble him every day?

If it weren't for the other party, he would definitely be able to live faster in the past four years...... Hum......

With his ass pressed against the hard box, Frank was thinking about these things wildly, and a man hurried up to him and asked, "Team...... Captain, I heard that there is going to be a war, and we all have to participate, right?"

Frank glanced at the comer, found that it was a member of his team, spat out and nodded: "Yes, that's right, it's going to be a war, including you and me, the whole regiment is indispensable." ”

"We ...... now"

"Of course, I went to prepare. Frank stood up and glanced at the team members, "Is it possible, are you going to disobey?"

"Don't dare, absolutely not. ”

"Isn't that the end of it, go and call the big guys, assemble, prepare, and get out of the camp when you're ready. ”

"Well, yes. The team ran away.

Glancing at the other person's back, Frank shook his head slightly, then pursed his lips. He was not afraid of the upcoming battle, but he was a little apprehensive.

This kind of anxiety does not come from rational thinking, but from the summing up of experience.

I don't know why, he always feels that he may be the one who has been abandoned by Lady Luck, so wherever he stays, he will be unlucky.

Like Newburgh, like Reef Fort.

In the original national war, he finally made a meritorious service and became the captain of the team, and after staying comfortably in this limestone territory for nearly four years, he thought that he could get rid of his unfortunate fate, but who knew that everything was just delayed.

In this war, according to what he had heard, not only the garrisons of the Limestone Territory, but also the garrisons of the major territories and special garrison areas near Sarin would be dispatched. This war was an encirclement attack against sarin, and the forces had an absolute superiority, and theoretically it was completely possible to win it.

But even so, he was still worried that an accident would happen as before.

After all, along the way, he has already had too many such small probability events.

Alas, I hope ...... Hope...... Don't repeat it, I hope we can really win the battle and there will be no accidents, God willing...... Frank prayed silently in his heart.