...... When we are not conscious, the world is nothingness to you, me and him. When you, me, or him, are aware of the existence of "me", the world is for you, me, or him...... And in fact, with you or me or with him or without you or me or him, the world has always existed......

In the remnant sun, Guderian crawled out of a pile of corpses and looked around in confusion, a long, narrow, dry river full of corpses in broken armor, scattered weapons, and scattered black smoke from the burning of unknown things.??? The corpses are human, orc. It is clear that there has just been a fierce battle here, and it is not known who the final victory will belong. There was no one to pick up the loot and clean up the corpses, and it looked like they were all gone. If Guderian weren't human.

The pain of his head bursting made Guderian temporarily ignore the doubts in his heart...... Why am I here and who am I ....... Guderian's chain mail was torn and leaked out of slightly crusted wounds, but fortunately none of them looked very deep. Only the place on his head near his right ear should have been hit by a blunt object, and he was still bleeding slightly, dyed half of his long golden hair red, and the pain like an explosion made him stagger and almost collapse. Guderian casually tore strips of cloth from a corpse to wrap up the wound on his head, then casually picked up a long sword to use as a crutch, and staggered out of the river along the steep slope.

Standing on the bank of the river, I looked around again, I originally thought that the river was already a battlefield, and I didn't think that the river was just a small part of the entire battlefield. On both sides of the river was a huge plain, and what Guderian saw in his eyes was nothing but corpses. Also, a large flock of vultures hovering in the sky. Life, at this moment, seems so humble and fragile. Before today, these corpses were still living beings, and from now on, they are just dust on this plain. I don't know if anyone will remember their names. Anyway, Guderian can't remember, he doesn't even know who he is.

Guderian struggled through the corpses, occasionally finding a horse or a wolf or a Kodomon. The faint wail of dying made Guderian's confused mind a little sad. Guderian didn't know where to go, he just instinctively followed the direction of the setting sun, instinctively to leave this huge battlefield. The sun was about to fade away, behind the vast mountains to the west. The mountains were the only thing you could see in the distance.

I don't know how long it took, but the whole canopy was already dark, and there was no moonlight, only scattered starlight that reflected the outline of the huge mountain range in front of Guderian. Guderian fell, tired, thirsty and hungry, and the pain of the wound made him unable to move and could not see. The knee-high weeds on the plains tripped him up many times, and this time he finally couldn't get up again. "I'm going to die......" was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

"General, he is the only one alive after the entire battlefield is searched. "In the morning sun, on the edge of the great battlefield of yesterday, Guderian was carried by four soldiers on a rudimentary stretcher in front of a tall white horse. One of the soldiers reported to the knight on the white horse.

The knight on the white horse, dressed in heavy silver armor, glanced at Guderian on the stretcher with his deep eyes under his helmet, and waved his hand. The soldiers then carried Guderian to the camp that had just been set up not far away.

The huge battlefield is full of human soldiers collecting armor and weapons and cleaning corpses. The knight on the white horse stared at the huge battlefield with heavy eyes, and the soldiers who guarded the white horse around him looked sad.

"Nick, immediately set up the Cavalry Camp to reconnoiter on the Asgar Mountain Road. John, let the mages cooperate with the construction of the camp to speed up the construction of the camp fortifications. The knight on the white horse looked back at the soldier who was carrying Guderian towards the camp and said in a deep voice.

The two guards responded to the order and rode their horses to the camp. In a short time, about a thousand horsemen galloped out of the camp gate and ran towards the huge mountain range in the distance.

The knight on the white horse looked at the cavalry in the distance, and returned to the camp with his personal guards. In the military tent, the knight put away his helmet and took off the helmet, only then did he see that this was a middle-aged man. Under the short brown hair, a narrow scar on his face slashed from the right forehead to between the eyebrows, making the knight look slightly hideous. However, the deep black eyes and angular face make the slightly hideous image full of a domineering and solemn.

A silver-armored man broke into the tent of the "General", with his helmet clipped to his waist in his left hand, clenched his fist with his right hand, touched his chest, bent down and saluted: "Why don't we attack directly on Asgar Mountain Road and build camp fortifications here?"

"Gus, when the body of the dragon guard is cleaned up, we will retreat. Withdraw to the walls of Asgard. Here, we can't hold it. The general sat down at the desk and said to the big man who broke in while flipping through the daily military newspapers.

"General, the revenge of the 20,000 dragon guards, that's it?!" Gus's eyes were red, and his voice was sad and angry.

The general put down the military report, looked directly into Gus's red and angry eyes, and said after a little consideration: "We don't have the ability to storm the Asgar Mountain Road, nor do we have the ability to fight the orc army head-on on the Asgar Plains, don't you know?" The general's voice suddenly revealed a sense of indifference.

Gus was still unwilling, but under the deep gaze of the general, he could only bow his head and bow and withdraw from the military tent.

Shortly after Gus left, a guard walked in. "Report to the General, the only surviving dragon guard has woken up. The injury wasn't fatal, but because of the blow to the head, he couldn't remember anything before, and he didn't even know who he was. His identity has been identified as Captain Guderian Glenny, Squadron Leader of the 3rd Squadron of the 1st Infantry Battalion of the Dragonguard. ”

"Got it. When the convoy carrying the body of the dragon guard back to the walls of Asgar departs, let him return with the convoy and let Marshal Odin settle it. With that, the general took out a piece of parchment-like paper and wrote a report in a goose feather tube to the guards, who passed it on to Guderian.

Our protagonist, Captain Guderian Glenny, has finally confirmed his identity. At this moment, he was standing by the convoy that was loading the body of the dragon guard. Some of the bodies were mutilated, some were only roughly assembled, and more were wounds with all kinds of hideous tears. Guderian's heart swelled with inexplicable sadness, although he lost his memory, it did not affect his recognition of his comrade-in-arms.

Guderian had changed into a standard infantry armor with a new bandage on his head. The soldiers carrying the bodies around were silently doing their work. Under the June sun, the air was filled with the smell of corpses beginning to stink, and no one disliked it, and no one cried. A heavy atmosphere spread across the huge battlefields, in the camps.

Guderian stood like this, for some time, until a soldier came over: "Captain, the convoy is leaving." ”

Guderian nodded to the soldier and climbed into a nearby carriage.

Facing the rising sun, the convoy rolled east......