"My lord, there's someone over there."

Rollo's head suddenly appeared in my field of vision, blocking a large area of the sky red by the setting sun, I blinked, finally woke up from the fugue dream, and with a low answer, I got up and sat cross-legged, staring at the corpse of the war horse that had just rested on my head.

The owner of this beautiful elf was a middle-aged man with a beard and beautiful red hair, whose skin resembled sun-dried tofu skin, rough and covered with coarse pores, and the smell of his nose that could make a cow roll its eyes.

The figure is strong and tall, the chain mail is worn on the body, like a shrunken sweater, the spear is pinched in his hand, it looks more compact than a toothpick, and the appearance of the battle can't help but shout is very imposing, and he must also be a well-known samurai, but unfortunately his love of riding a horse stumbled, stumbling on the obstacles that are full of squirrel and falling, giving me the chance to strike the last blow.

When the dying samurai covered the wound in his throat with wide eyes, I read too much disappointment and disbelief in his eyes, but unfortunately there was no possibility of starting over.

I came back to my senses, and the scene before me began to become clear, the soldiers of Nijmegen were staggering among the corpses, looking for the wounded who were still breathing, and some were examining the bodies of the dead, well-preserved armor and valuable small objects as trophies, a soldier who had been blinded in the battle, cautiously groping his way forward, his rickety back dissolving into the bloody sun, and the Nijmegen Wyvern Battle Banner was lonely on the ground, but it could no longer fly.

"My lord, it's a white flag! The Poles are going to negotiate. ”

Rollo nudged my shoulder lightly, pointing in one direction and suddenly lost his voice: "The war is finally over......"

Looking at his tired squire, he was covered with clotted blood scabs, fortunately none of them were his own, the shirt under the chain mail was so polluted that he couldn't distinguish the original color, and the helmet didn't know where it fell, his hair was stuck with dirt, no matter how much the breeze stroked it, he couldn't rub his once fluttering hair, only those eyes were still shining.

This wealthy young son was born and died with me, and grew from a young boy to an iron-blooded warrior, but the adoration and purity that looked at me remained the same.

"Oh, are you going to negotiate?"

I stood up with Rollo on his shoulders, my head shook violently and I was still a little dizzy, and it took me a while to gradually get used to the higher air, the heralds of the Poles, carrying white flags and hovering in front of the position, waiting for the reply of the Duke of Nijmegen, behind him was the home of the Grand Duke of Mieszko, the white mountain eagle battle flag wrapped around the flagpole, revealing only a sharp eye, full of unwillingness.

"Then let His Highness the Grand Duke deign to come over!" I waved my hand, and Rollo led the way, running to the front of the position and shouting loudly.

When he saw Grand Duke Mieshko again, his armor was as bright and clean as before, and there was not the slightest disillusionment on his face, as if he had just won a great battle, and was looking at the enemy as a victor.

I saluted politely, not interested in concave with him, and sat down on a clean ground, facing the battlefield where the smoke had cleared, and counting the noisy crows hovering in the sky.

His Royal Highness counted with me for a while, and perhaps figured out that the Duke of Nijmegen, who was playing deeply, was really not pretending to be silent, sighed to himself, and sat down next to me, the iron rings of the chain mail rattled.

"Pretty brutal ending, isn't it?"

He untied his sword and set it aside, removing the jumpie hat from his head, and his tone was vicissitudes.

"We feel the same misfortune, and no one can talk about victory or defeat."

I smiled slightly, the corners of my mouth hooked up just right: "Remember what I said, only the dead can see true peace, you and I are alive, destined to continue to fight, until the day when it is reduced to dust, battle is the helpless fate of knights." ”

"From the moment we are born, we are destined to have to hold a sword in this life."

Grand Duke Mieshko stretched his curled legs and breathed out comfortably, his expression was complicated but extremely firm: "Maybe God has favored me, and I have only now let you and I meet, if we are the same age, there will be a dragon fight, I am glad that I did not meet you when I was young, Lord Duke Nijmegen." ”

I was surprised that the eldest prince used an honorific title, squinting at the opponent who had come out of the bloody storm, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like cracks in the stone, cutting into the skin fiercely, and filling the story of the years: "Please forgive me for taking the liberty of being presumptuous, Your Highness, what do you want to get from this negotiation?" ”

"What do you get?"

Grand Duke Mieshko scratched his head and asked rhetorically with a frown, as if he hadn't even thought about it himself, and his thoughts were messed up.

"Your successful sneak attack and the kind of bottle that will explode have disrupted all my previous plans, the most elite fighters in Polania are all engulfed in flames, and none of the survivors who survived are willing to return to the battlefield, I believe that you have also reached the end of the crossbow, there is no point in continuing this stalemate, it is better for everyone to sit down, negotiate a decent armistice, and go home separately."

"Can it be understood that this is a show of weakness?"

I smiled at him and said to him, suddenly feeling the mood to speak: "Nijmegen never signs a failed armistice, defeats the strong with the weak, and attacks with stubbornness, no matter how we say that we are all the winners in the end, and the soldiers who die need the title of a winner." ”

His Royal Highness the Grand Duke was obviously choked, he didn't expect that the opponent would still stubbornly insist at such a time, and he couldn't get off the stage by putting himself there, he was silent for a moment and laughed self-deprecatingly, and finally replied with relief:

"Whatever you want, anyway, I'm going home, I don't want to set foot in this sad place anymore, you wedged into Verlatsen, it's like a sharp thorn in the back of my neck, the **** of the ulcer will make it difficult for Polania to turn back, I have to face the east forever, I wanted to pull out this deadly thorn in one go, but I found that the artery had been compressed, and I would lose too much blood and die at the same time as I took it out."

"Good!"

I patted my ass and jumped up, instantly recovering my spirits: "I have no conditions, you can withdraw with confidence, and promise that you will no longer be enemies with Nijmegen in the future, and we will not take the initiative to provoke, everyone will not interfere with the river water from now on, and each will live in peace, and this sacred contract is borne witness by God." ”

His Royal Highness the Grand Duke held on to the long sword and tried to stand up with difficulty, I hurriedly hugged him when I saw this, the muscles on the old man's arm were stronger than mine, and he was as heavy as a bear, and a neat chain mail took up a lot of weight.

"It's not a harsh proposal, it's hard for me to guarantee that I won't be an enemy of Nijmegen in the future, but ending this terrible war is the priority." He took the sword I had picked up, and for the first time smiled kindly and held out his palm.

"You've shown me the horror of the afterlife, Lord Duke, and I have a question, what's in those bottles?"

"God knows, I know, you won't know." I pointed to the sky and pointed to the ground and shrugged my shoulders, feeling a boundless tiredness coming, a bed to sleep on was the only requirement at the moment, and the body that had lost the support of the exuberant spirit finally collapsed, and every cell was swollen and almost exploded.

"And my two sons, Bolesław and Mieszko, I hope you will not meddle in the matter between them, this is my family matter."

His Royal Highness, like all elderly fathers, spoke in a tone full of disappointment and concern for his unsuccessful son.

"Figura was given to Emperor Henry by you, how nice it would be if I could have an heir like you......"

And with such a cheap one? You think you are Cao Mengde, who sighs that he has a son like Sun Zhongmou!

I pursed my lips and made a grimace disdainfully, and then replied with a straight face: "The private affairs of the princes, I don't know or be interested, at most I have had a few faces, and I want to mix it up and have more than enough strength, as a junior, I know that people are soft-spoken, but I have a sincere word to remind you:

"Since ancient times, it has been suspected that the descendants have caused the disaster of Xiao Wall, and at least they will fight in the same room, and if they are at worst, the country will be ruined!

The foundation you created on the cusp of the old fight, you don't want to fall apart behind you, right? ”

"Haha!"

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed, and the attendants who were guarding the side looked back at me and didn't know what was happening, and he patted me on the shoulder, with such force that I wondered if the other party was going to tear him down.

"Listening to you, I feel more and more that talent is rare, but it is a pity that you are a good chess player, and you used Figura early to draw Poland into the Frankish struggle. When people are old, their minds are not as lively as you young people, so you can only go with it, and I am afraid that one day my sons will lead you to a horse and a stirrup. ”

Grand Duke Mieshko nodded in greeting, turned around and prepared to leave, walked two steps and turned back to ask: "I don't understand your relationship with Emperor Henry, nor can I understand your relationship with the Holy See, what do you want to touch from this pond of troubled waters?" Young man, I would also like to give you a word of advice, if the net is too large, I am afraid that not only will I not be able to catch the fish, but I will not even be able to collect the net, and there will be many monsters in the pond. ”

I smiled politely and was noncommittal, the old duke nodded tacitly, at this moment there was no enemy or me, only the silent tacit understanding of two sympathetic opponents, I crossed him and stared at the sunset slowly falling into the horizon, and suddenly stopped Grand Duke Mieshko, who was pacing away, and added two sentences in his puzzled eyes:

"I feel that you are missing a crown on your head, and that it is time for the bones of the martyr Adalbet to return to the arms of the Father." The Grand Duke blinked as if he didn't understand, then smiled knowingly, and turned away with a vigorous step.

"It's finally over......," I said to myself, and at this moment the sun was completely squeezed into the bosom of the earth, and the endless darkness enveloped it, and the night without war seemed extraordinarily beautiful.