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Fernanto Border Forest,

Hans sat exhausted under a tree, gulping a leather jug into his mouth, and for a moment he breathed a deep sigh of relief, as if his whole body had collapsed into a puddle of mud, and he closed his eyes and lazily enjoyed the peace he had not seen for a long time.

The sun shone through the dense branches, reflecting Hans's weather-beaten face, dressed in shabby leather armor, with a short sword and a crossbow hanging from his waist on the left and right, and a dagger on his thick boots, so heavily armed that it was easy to think of the mercenary profession.

In fact, Hans was indeed a mercenary, and a mercenary known as the war hyena.

However, now he is a deserter who has fled the battlefield and reneged on his contract.

In the year of confusion, the change of Drochetin that shocked the world was the fuse that kicked off the Glorious Holy War, and the Heather Empire, which dominated the west of Eldrán, officially declared war on the Radiant Sanctuary, and countless countries were inevitably involved in this unprecedented war.

That year, at the call of the Templars, Hans and his expeditionary force from all countries went to the front line of the Holy War, from the initial counterattack, the tug-of-war, to the final rout, and stalemate. For three years, all his companions who had fought alongside him had died, leaving him alone.

The war had completely changed his mindset, and the smell of war had become a nightmare for him.

If, you have seen countless crazy soldiers fighting on the battlefield without any scruples.

If, you have seen countless mountains of corpses and bones flowing with blood and pestles.

If you have seen countless evil acts of war that have destroyed human nature.

If......

Hans thought he was used to war, but after three years of war, he realized how wrong he was.

In the eyes of mercenaries, war means an opportunity to get rich, and when you can't bear the price of getting rich, you will know the horror of war, which is no longer a simple choice between life and death, but an irreparable trauma to the spirit.

Hans knew that if he didn't run away from that damn battlefield, sooner or later he would collapse and become a madman without reason.

Because, by his side, he has seen many such people, among whom there are even children with a milky smell, and all of them end in death.

In an encounter and in a rout, Hans finally found a chance to escape, and he fled all the way until he had no more strength left.

Because he was in a hurry and did not calculate the distance, Hans did not know how far he had fled or where he had fled, and anyway, as long as he left the front line of the war, he could accept it wherever he fled.

After the tense nerves were relaxed, Hans woke up from a deep sleep until late at night, looking at the stars in the sky and feeling the bright moonlight, and his body and mind could not help but feel a sense of relief.

Hungry, he took out the wheat cake wrapped in numbness in his arms, chewed and swallowed slowly with the small half of the water left in the kettle, and after solving the problem of food and clothing, he stretched his body and stood up and looked around for a while, as if he was identifying his position.

Forest?

Frowning and thinking about the landscape in my mind, it seems that only the border of Fernanto has a forest of this magnitude......

His face quickly turned pale, for he had only recently heard that an army from the Heather Empire had invaded the area, and the Templars were still preparing for a follow-up counterattack.

I didn't expect to just get out of the tiger's den and enter the wolf's den, is this the punishment of fate?

Hans lamented inwardly.

He has been on the front line for many years, and he knows the situation of the battlefield well, although they have achieved brilliant results in the process of counterattacking the Heather Empire, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, with a large number of casualties of the expeditionary force, in the face of the bad situation of insufficient troops, the Heather Empire, which occupies the advantage of military supplies, quickly regained the advantage of war. At the Battle of Mount Coran, the defeated Templars completely lost the initiative in the war, and in the end, they could only hold on to the area around Gadavia to maintain the war.

Although the Heather Empire has repeatedly encountered a wall under the stubborn resistance of the Templar, it does not mean that the other aspects of the Heather Empire's advance are also the same, as far as he knows, the countries along the south coast of Eldran have basically all fallen, and the coalition of countries in the middle of the continent has been defeated one after another, which can imagine the invincible military might of the Heather Empire.

If this continues, sooner or later, the Templar will fall under the iron hooves of the Heather Empire.

This, of course, was Hans's own pessimistic view.

The Heather Empire has already used many strategies to break the stalemate with the Templar War, and this time the division of troops into Fernanto is likely to be a new temptation for the other side, and the inside story is naturally not something that a small mercenary can understand.

Take advantage of the cover of night to escape again!

Hans made a quick decision and left for the northwest, which was least affected by the war.

With the guidance of the stars, Hans does not have to worry that he will get lost, he only needs to pay attention to the dangers that may be encountered on the road, he does not care about ordinary beasts, and the most afraid is to meet humans, especially the scouts who are responsible for reconnaissance.

When you encounter strangers in the field who are unknown and heavily armed, you don't have to think about what those scouts who can only be the elite in the army will do! Hans doesn't have a horse, so he can't run, fight? The question is can he win? He didn't hold out any hope.

I don't know if his prayers have a backfire, but the more he prays that he won't run into scouts, fate just lets him run into them.

In an open plain with nowhere to hide, Hans stood out in the moonlight on foot, and it just so happened that a nearby scout who was returning from his mission spotted him and launched a pursuit.

The frightened Hans hurriedly quickened the pace of escape, but no matter how fast he could outrun the speed of the opponent's horseback, in the end, he chose to surrender without resistance.

Fighting to the death means you are alive or dead, and surrender means the possibility of survival, only he has some use value, and he still has the confidence to save his life.

"Tell me where you came from! Captive! ”

After Hans was tied up, the scout asked very unceremoniously.

Hans, on the other hand, says it all by half-truths, mentioning only that they were ambushed by the Heather Empire, and that they lost their way after being defeated and fleeing.

"It turned out to be a deserter! Heh, it's not worth it at all. ”

The scout drew his sword and planned to kill Hans with a single sword, but the terrified Hans changed his mind after saying a word.

"Don't kill me, sir! Don't you want to know why the Heather Empire is there to attack us? ”

Although the scout did not indicate his side, he only gave him a chance, no matter where the other party stands, he can make up a value that is beneficial to himself from being killed, if it is not based on this self-confidence, how can he not resist and surrender?

"Oh? Tell me what you know! Sure enough, the scout stopped his sword in mid-air.

Hans observed the other side without leaving a trace, but for a while he could not distinguish the outfit of the other camp, so he could only start pleading on the premise that the other party was "his own person".

"My lord, a member of the Fourth Garrison of the Holy Grail Legion, a few days ago he was ordered by General Hodder to go to the Thorne Lake defense line to support, but he was accidentally ambushed when passing through the Barnet Valley, and after a hard battle, the garrison was defeated on all fronts, and when he finally escaped, he suddenly fell into deep thought, why did the people of the Heather Empire appear in the Barnet Valley? Why do the people of the Heather Empire know about our marching routes? Why didn't the scouts on the team notice anything out of the ordinary? ”

Seeing that the other party was listening attentively, Hans continued to speak while the iron was hot.

"So I make a bold guess that there are definitely spies from the Heather Empire in the garrison, and even the high-level members of the legion have spies, otherwise how can the Heather Empire clearly understand our marching movements? The Barnet Valley is behind the Gartavian Line, and how did this outlandish army of the Heather Empire appear here without a sound from the guards? I had heard that a detachment of the Heather Empire had invaded the border of Fernanto not long ago, but there was no movement, and that Fernanto and the Barnet Valley were separated only by the precipitous Lens Mountains, and a large-scale march would not be possible, if they scattered their army and smuggled it over little by little......

The rest of the speculation didn't need Hans to say much, and with the scout's sensitivity, it was easy to hear the underlying meaning of his expression.

This partial army of the Heather Empire must have been a secret military operation to upset the balance of the war!

That's a big piece of information!

"Let's go! Come back to the camp with me to meet our commander, and all you have to do is tell you everything you know!" ”

The scout put his sword back into its sheath, decisively stepped forward and grabbed Hans and threw it on his horse, then turned over and galloped into the unknown distance.

When Hans returned to a secret camp in the woodland with the scouts, his face turned pale from the violent jolting of the horses, and his stomach was so uncomfortable that he vomited with nausea as soon as he fell off the horses, and it took a long time for him to feel better.

After the scout had taken care of him, he went directly to the camp to report the news, and when he returned, he carried Hans directly to meet his commander, regardless of his physical condition.

In a dimly lit tent, Hans, who was left on the ground like garbage, struggled to raise his head, and at a glance saw the "Commander" sitting on the throne not far ahead.

"Hello, in Lower Green, I heard from the scout that you have important information to tell me?"

The commander on the throne stood up, wearing a silver-white mighty outfit to reveal the slender figure of the other party, his face was handsome and fair, and his voice was warm and low, and in a trance, it made people feel like they had met the young master of a noble family, but Hans's body and mind fell into incredible shock because of the name he reported.

"You...... Are you ...... Lord Green, known as the Silver and White Holy Sword? ”

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