Rosemary stood on the streets of Dessau, looking at the ruined buildings on both sides and the corpses piled up all over the streets, and fell into deep confusion.

For what do these people fight?

Ever since she was found to have the qualifications of Senhime at the age of nine, everyone she met conveyed to her the idea that ordinary people were killing themselves when they challenged Senhime and the Divine Princess. The seniors in the army who participated in the last war also said that without the support of their own war queens, even the most elite troops would collapse when facing war queens. When the seniors talked about the offensive battles at the beginning of the last war, they all showed a cheerful expression, and they always looked so bright when they talked about their expulsion of the ordinary troops left behind by the Entente war queens.

But now, eighteen-year-old Rosemary stood in the streets of Dessau, in deep perplexity.

For what are these people going to fight?

Obviously they don't have any chance of winning, why don't they choose to surrender? If you surrender, you won't die, why don't they understand?

Before entering the war, Rosemary thought that what awaited her was the honor at her fingertips, but now, all she got was blood on her hands and full of confusion.

Suddenly, Rosemary noticed movement behind the blood-stained barricade ahead.

The first to enter Rosemary's vision was a red flag, with crossed steel spears and hammers depicted in the gear-shaped blank space of the flag, guarded by a clenched fist. Rosemary was all too familiar with this symbol, and almost all those who looked at death during the repression campaign carried the flag with this mark.

Immediately after, the man carrying the flagpole appeared.

Rosemary couldn't believe her eyes, it was a tall, thin boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, and the bloodline-strengthened vision of the battle queen made Rosemary clearly see the tears in the corners of his eyes.

Rosemary wondered who he was crying for, it could be a father, a friend, or both.

All she knew was that the boy was shouting, carrying a flag and rushing towards her.

"No problem," said Rosemary, to herself and her companions, "he is unarmed, and will not do us any harm." ”

Before Rosemarie could finish speaking, there was a new movement in the direction of the barricades.

A stout worker with a bandaged head carrying a steel gun drove his bloodied body over the sandbag cover and followed the boy's footsteps towards the battle girls' line.

Rosemary could clearly see that the bolt of the uncle's rifle was wide open, apparently there were no bullets, and the bayonet had long been wrapped in blood and dirt, and it was no longer sharp.

But he still followed in the boy's footsteps without hesitation.

More people crossed the barricades, each with bandages, and some even broke one of their arms, and rushed out with machetes whose blades were long since the color of their blades could not be seen.

Then something moved in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses in front of Ruthmary, and the people who had the last breath of the last breath struggled, raising their weapons to Ruthmary, and some even clasped the floor with their hands, crawling in the direction of the war queens little by little, their protruding eyes full of impending death, but still staring at the red flag running in front of them.

It occurred to Rosemary that someone might have unleashed a spell to bring the dead back from hell.

Rosemary suddenly realized that she was backing away.

Obviously, the combat power of these people is not worth mentioning, even if only Rosemary alone can easily wipe out this small counterattack, but Rosemary is afraid.

Even when fighting against the Republic's regular warrior army, Rosemary never felt that way.

At this moment, she could clearly recognize the expression on the face of the little boy carrying the flag, and that expression made Rosemary fully feel his fearless courage and fierce killing intent.

Rosemary hallucinated at this moment, and she saw something behind the boy, which had an incomparable force and would crush everything that tried to stand in its way.

Just then, Rosemary's men opened fire, and the bullets easily engulfed the idiots who tried to challenge the authority of the war queen.

Rosemary watched as the boy slid and fell to the ground with the red flagpole in both hands.

At this time, she thought for no reason, maybe this war, her side was going to lose, losing to the kind of powerful force she had just seen.

**

Five days after the news of Dessau's loss, a stack of photos was delivered to Lin Youde's desk.

These are the scenes of street battles in Dessau taken by the intelligence officers lurking in Dessau with their cameras, and Lin Youde looked at these photos with a very heavy expression.

Even if Hybert used all his intelligence power, he couldn't get the news of the Chinese students in the 20th Regiment, but it was not only this reason that made Lin Youde's expression serious at this time.

Lin Youde knows very well that the reason why these workers' Red Guards in the photo will fight to the end like this has a lot to do with their pre-war propaganda. He, Lin Youde, is a murderer just like those who pull the trigger directly.

"Hybert." Lin Youde looked up at the man with glasses waiting in the office, "I think we have lost our qualification to enter heaven forever." ”

"This ......"

"So after all this is over, we have to make this world as beautiful as possible."

"Yes."

Lin Youde glanced at Hybert, thinking that in this way, he probably won't become a demon king in the future, so that there will be one less murderer in the world, so that he can somewhat compensate for the sins committed by Lin Youde. But in the final analysis, this is just Lin Youde's self-satisfaction.

Lin Youde thought to himself like this, and at this time he saw a photo.

The composition of the photo made Lin Youde feel a little familiar, and he couldn't help but think of a famous painting. That famous painting did not exist in the world here, because the March Revolution here was replaced by the French royal family's struggle for power, and the royal family had to make concessions to the bourgeoisie and establish a constitutional monarchy. Therefore, there is no painter in the world here who was moved by the people, so as to paint the famous painting that will become famous in the future at home.

There is a decisive difference between the photograph in Lin Youde's hand and the famous painting, in which the main subjects are all facing away from the camera, and they are following a boy carrying a red flag to rush to the magic armor on the street in the distance.

But the composition of the whole photograph is similar to that of the famous painting, and just looking at the photograph makes you feel the fearlessness of the attacker.

Lin Youde picked up the pen, wrote the words "Freedom guides the people" at the bottom of this photo, and then took out the photo separately and handed it to Hybert.

"Immediately print a large number of photographs, and at the same time find a painter to draw a poster based on this photo, and within a month I will have a poster with a photograph all over the streets of South Germany."

"Yes!" Hybert took the picture and left the room.

After only one person remained, Lin Youde stood up, turned around and walked to the bedside, looking at the sky outside that was dyed red by the setting sun. I don't know if the photo just now gave him some confidence, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the goddess of victory was smiling at him.

Lin Youde looked down at the snowy scene under the sunset, and casually read the poem of the great man: "The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports the spring, and when the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes. ”

"What are you reading?" Viola's voice suddenly sounded, causing Lin Youde to turn around.

The commander-in-chief of the Republican Army, dressed in military uniform, stood at the door, his face full of exhaustion and frustration.

"Uh......" Lin Youde hesitated, "this is our Chinese poetry. ”

At this time, he didn't seem to be too good at chanting poetry, so Lin Youde was ready to be scolded by Viola - Viola's mood fluctuated a lot these days, and she often cursed, very much the leader of the original time and space who spoke Chinese at every turn to go to Hebei Province.

But Viola's reaction was beyond Lin Youde's expectations.

"What kind of poem is that?"

“…… The plum blossom is used as a metaphor for the poem that the harsh winter is about to pass and spring will come. Lin Youde paused and cheekily added, "I wrote it myself." ”

"That's right." Viola said as she walked to the window, looking out the window at the blood-colored sunset and the snowy scene under the sunset, "But will the Republic see the next spring?" ”

"Absolutely." Lin Youde replied without hesitation.

"You don't have to comfort me......"

"Do you think I'm comforting you?" Lin Youde put his hand on Viola's shoulder, "Rest assured, victory will be ours." ”

Viola was silent.

Lin Youde felt that she should come to ask for support again, so he used a little force in his arm and pulled the girl towards his side. Viola didn't resist at all, and her body leaned lightly on Lin Youde's body.

The two looked like a couple - only the difference in height was a little bigger.

Finally, Viola sighed and whispered, "It seems good to go to China, at least you can eat all those magical delicacies." ”

"If you had said this a month earlier, I would have encouraged you to leave immediately." Lin Youde gently squeezed Viola's shoulder, "But now, we have paid so much price, so many people have given their lives for the cause of the republic, and escaping from the battle is tantamount to betraying their trust." ”

Viola didn't speak.

Lin Youde continued: "Moreover, from a realistic point of view, it is impossible for us to leave for China now, we must at least wait for the fox to recover to a state that can move before leaving." ”

At this moment, Lin Youde had already guessed that Matsudaira Chihiro had concealed the injury from him, but as the fox said, her recovery ability was very strong, Lin Youde went to see her a month ago, she couldn't get out of bed no matter how she pretended, and now she can go to the ground.

But the so-called "return to the battlefield in a month" is a pure lie.

The reason why Viola is so anxious may also have something to do with it.

Once the Imperial Government's Divine Princesses have finished repairing their armor, the Republic will face a three-to-one disadvantage, so it is important for the Republic to make enough progress to end the war before the repairs are completed on the Imperial side.

The various meetings that Viola has attended recently have probably been discussing these things.

At this time, Viola suddenly pushed away Lin Youde's hand on her shoulder.

The girl widened the distance between her and Lin Youde.

"You always said you would win, and every time you reassured me not to worry, but until now I don't see the slightest hope of victory. If you have a plan, let me know! ”

Lin Youde looked at Viola, and finally, he sighed.

"All right," he said, returning to his desk, sat down, and patted his knee, "come here, I'll tell you slowly." ”

Viola nodded suspiciously, walked to Lin Youde's side, turned to sit down but stopped halfway.

"You...... You don't just want to touch my legs, do you? ”

"I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Actually, I never wanted to keep it a secret from you, but you never came to ask me, did you? ”

"Uh...... That's true...... I think the generals and parliamentarians deliberately kept me out of contact with you...... I lost my temper with them today before I came out. Viola said and sat down on Lin Youde's lap.

Lin Youde habitually wanted to eat tofu, but at this time, his eyes swept over the photos on the table, so the **** in his heart disappeared all of a sudden.

- Eating tofu in front of these photos, I always feel that I will be damned.

So Lin Youde stroked Viola's hair instead, and used a storytelling tone to show her the future he imagined little by little.

Twenty minutes later.

Viola asked suspiciously, "Did you tell me a lot of what you just said?" ”

"Yes, I've told you a lot on and off. But this should be the first time you've told you a complete system like this. ”

"Hmm...... To be honest, I'm surprised, you did so many things quietly......"

"Did you think I was lazy all the time?"

After saying that, Lin Youde saw Viola's ears quickly turn red.

"I—I thought you had to wait until the generals were helpless before you acted, so as to maximize the benefits......"

Lin Youde smiled.

Just then, Hybert opened the door and entered. As soon as the glasses man saw the scene in the office, he immediately said "I'm sorry" and was about to step back, but Lin Youde stopped him: "It's okay, just have a report." ”

"Yes. Your Excellency, on the basis of the intelligence returned from the front, we have compiled the first map of the enemy's forces. ”

"Good." Lin Youde was overjoyed, "Take it." ”

Hybert immediately took the map scroll in his hand to Lin Youde's desk and unfolded it.

Lin Youde gasped when he heard Viola - she should be very aware of the value of this picture with a considerable military education.

"Well done, Hybert." Lin Youde praised, "Tell the young men who are responsible for sorting out the information, after the victory, they are all heroes behind the scenes, now please avoid it for a while." ”

As usual, Hybert pressed his heels together and straightened up, then turned to leave.

After the door closed, Lin Youde whispered in Viola's ear, "Now do you see the hope of victory?" ”

“…… Well. ”

Then Lin Youde obviously felt that the girl's originally tense body gradually relaxed. The next moment, Viola turned her head and looked up at Lin Youde at such a close distance, like a bird waiting to be fed.

"Please tell me what I should do for this victory."