The pouring rain fell from the sky and fell to the ground like arrows, washing away the misery of the world. The dark clouds in the sky became denser and denser, firmly obscuring the moon in the sky.

The cold rain fell on the ground with a roar, wetting the ground, emitting a strong earthy smell, which was mixed with the smell of bloody battles during the day and the stench of corpses of all kinds gradually wafted away, and it was so strong that people almost wanted to vomit.

Several Rhodok soldiers gathered around their dying comrades, listening to his final instructions.

The wounded soldiers and clerks who had been captured before the Salanders had time to withdraw let out a terrible wail under the whips and swords of the angry Rhodoks.

To the north of Cherez, the Chelez River, which had long been stained red with blood, was still surging with its water. The rushing water mixed with the wooden blocks of the broken bridge rushed forward, slamming against the rocky beach on the bank of the river. Several white corpses floated on the surface of the river, and the clothes turned out to be just ordinary civilians.

The bridge had been burned by the defeated army of the Salanders, and they had to swim across the river themselves. Svadia's heavy cavalry had lost most of their losses in today's bloody battle, and they were in dire need of repair, risking their way across the river despite the rising water levels.

As soon as the iron-clad horses entered the river, the boiling water had already flooded their chests. The rushing water rushed through the cracks of the cavalry who were crossing the river, and from time to time one or two unlucky ghosts were carried down by the river and let out a sharp cry for help.

In the heart of the village of Chelez, Charles leaned on the courtyard of a local farmer in Cheruse, slightly tired, with the corpse of a Salander guard whose head had been cut off by him. Charles raised his head slightly, letting the cold rain wash away the blood on his face little by little.

Raindrops the size of soybeans continued to fall, rattling the leaves in the woods near Cheretz. Gradually, Charles felt a faint pain in the rain dripping on people!

And the rest of the Rhodok soldiers around him also stood together in silence, bathed in the rain, as if this was the only way to bring them out of the shadow of the bloody battle during the day.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the dark sky felt as if it was about to fall, which was extremely oppressive.

In order to prevent the appearance of sick people in the army, King Griffos ordered everyone to take shelter from the rain and repair in the nearby farmer's house. As for the exposed corpses, they can only be restrained when the weather is clear.

Charles took his remaining sixteen soldiers to a large mansion north of Cherez and began to light a fire and cook. The warm fire shone on their bodies, but it could not warm their hearts at all, and almost all of them seemed so depressed.

In fact, it is no wonder, after all, nearly half of them fell in the bloody battle of the day. The only thing to be thankful for is that none of their survivors were seriously injured. In this era when serious injuries equalize death, this can indeed be said to be a kind of luck.

After eating dinner in silence, Charles and his party were ready to rest.

At this moment, a sudden and short knock on the door caught their attention, and they quickly picked up the weapons beside them and stood up.

Charles turned back to signal them to relax, then slowly came to the door with his sword in hand, and when he pushed open it, he saw a woman holding a corpse and two tall, thin half-grown children with short orange hair.

The woman was startled at first when she saw the sword Charr was carrying, but quickly regained her composure. Her eyes were full of sorrow. Crying and kneeling, Charles begged Charles to let them in to take shelter from the rain.

"My lord, my gracious lord, I beg you, let us in! I'm the only survivor in the family, and I'm holding my husband in my arms, and he's a good guy! These two children are the children of our neighbors, and they can be seen from the door of the house, which was burned down by the Salanders, and they have no parents anymore, and they are all frozen out! I don't want anything else but that you can let us in and rest for the night, and I'll give you this house after tonight, sir!" “

Charles stood by the door, looking at her with bitter eyes, and a sour taste began to come out of his mouth, not knowing what he should say to her. The complicated emotions finally turned into a long sigh, and he didn't say anything, just slowly stepped aside and led them to the fire.

The two children were obviously exhausted, and as soon as they approached the fire, they fell to the ground and fell asleep, not even having time to change their soaked clothes.

The woman clung to her husband's corpse and sat with her head tilted against the wall, staring blankly at the fire.

Charles couldn't bear to look at them, walked to the next house, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find dry clothes. But most of the cupboards were empty, and there were a few pieces of fabric on the floor, but they were torn to shreds.

In fact, I also want to know that everything that is a little worth of money has been robbed by the Salanders, how can there be any leftovers left for them?

But the effort paid off, and after carefully rummaging through all the cupboards, Charles finally found a few shabby linen clothes that had not been found, or that the Salanders did not look down on.

Charles hugged them together and walked out of the house and handed it to the woman. The woman looked at the thing in Charles's hand for a moment, and then her eyes instantly filled with tears.

Charles was a little at a loss, he looked at the woman in front of him who was constantly crying, and he really didn't know how to comfort her.

The two children who were sleeping by the fire were awakened by the woman's cry, and they rubbed their eyes and sat down beside the woman like kittens. They put their hands around the woman's shoulders and hummed unknown nursery rhymes in their mouths.

Charles stood dumbfounded and watched them, the light of the fire flickering on and off, and a sudden feeling of warmth gathered from their bodies into Charles's heart.

As the night wore on, the rain had stopped, and there was a terrible silence all around. The moon crept out of the cracks in the clouds, and with its cyan hands it held its shiny, carefree round head and wandered through the sky.

Charles suppressed the thousands of thoughts in his heart, rubbed his limbs, which had become a little swollen, lay down on the grass by the fire, and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, he dreamed of a bloody battle in the daytime, dreaming of Canreer, who was beheaded by the Salander Mamluk in front of him, Little Johnson, who was pierced by a rifle, Carl, who was shot into a hedgehog by an arrow, and Bill, the "marksman" who was cut in two to protect him.

Fighting, fighting, mourning is everywhere, and blood is flowing like a river.

It's like hell!

So how did all this happen?