At the same time that Lin Youde received a report from Belgrade, his staff was climbing over a hill in the Serbian mountains.

At the top of the hill, the workers were finally able to see the village in the valley – more precisely, the ruins of what had once been a village.

Standing on the top of the hill, the workers stared wide at the ruins of the valley and the charred trees around them. At this time, his assistant also climbed to the top of the mountain.

"What's wrong...... Oh my! The assistant also stared at the ruins in the valley, stunned for a few seconds, then took out the camera from the backpack behind him, held it up and began to dim the aperture.

At this time, the staff said: "Wait a minute, let's go down and shoot again, there is no point in shooting here." ”

With that, the clerk stepped forward and walked down the hill along the path that was not too wide, and the assistant quickly followed with his camera. About twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the village.

Apparently there had been a terrible massacre here, and it took no effort for the workers and assistants to identify a completely charred corpse from the rubble of a burned house, which they found all over the village for the next twenty minutes.

The assistants of the workers kept filming, and the shutter never stopped from the moment they entered the village.

"Who the hell did this?" When it came time to change the third roll of film, the assistant couldn't help but ask the worker.

"I don't know," the worker said, standing up from the side of a charred corpse, "There is hardly any sign of struggle in these bodies, most of them are lying flat, probably dead before they were burned." It is almost certain that this was a massacre that had been planned for a long time. But who would come to such a poor country to slaughter people? ”

The assistant shrugged his shoulders and continued to fiddle with his camera.

The worker opened his backpack and took out the map from it. The map was littered with pencil markings, all of which were information that the workers had learned during their investigations. Some of the annotations are also accompanied by arrows that indicate new directions of investigation indicated by the information, some of which are preceded by simply "Clue Interrupted", while others are directed elsewhere by the new annotations and arrows. All arrows end up pointing to a point.

That point is the village where the workers are now.

The worker took out a pencil and wrote in large letters where the arrows converged: "The village was slaughtered, and an attempt will be made to find survivors."

After putting away the map, the worker stood up and patted the shoulder of the assistant who was still pressing the shutter: "I'm afraid we're going to sleep in the open today, so let's set up a tent quickly." ”

With that, he raised his head and looked at the overcast sky.

**

The Bosnian River has turned into a river of blood.

Sarajevo was burning, and the flames that had been soaring to the sky continued all day without extinguishing it, and the billowing smoke obscured the sky. Gunfire can still be heard inside the city, and on the banks of the Bosnian River on the outskirts of the city, Serbian soldiers are removing naked bodies from carts transporting bodies and throwing them into burial pits on the riverbank.

Angelina stood on the stone bridge across the Bosnian River, staring blankly at everything in front of her, tears pouring out of her eyes.

But there was not the slightest sadness in her expression, she just looked at it all, as if she was a bystander outside the river of time, as if the destruction and death in front of her had nothing to do with her.

Corresponding to this was the expression of the Serbian soldiers who stayed around her, and these Orthodox devotees all took out of their collars the holy relics that had been hanging around their necks since childhood, and hung them on the outside of their clothes to protect themselves from evil.

Everyone kept a considerable distance from Angelina, and even the officers who had been tasked with taking care of Lady Shinji were reluctant to take even half a step close to her, so no one stepped forward to wipe away the girl's tears until now.

Behind this group of soldiers, Dragutin, the leader of the Serbian militant group Unity and Death? Dimitrovich was looking at the burning city ahead with satisfaction.

"It's a fantastic view." Dragutin exclaimed in an intoxicated voice, "In the face of this view, all the sacrifices made before are not worth mentioning. ”

No one answered Dragutin's words, and the leader of the Unification and Death Society, nicknamed the "Sacred Cow", had personally plotted the overthrow of the pro-Austro-Crarian Serbian royal family a few years earlier, shot the former king and queen to death, stripped them naked with his own hands, dismembered them, and threw their bodies piece by piece from the windows of the Belgrade palace. He was so tyrannical that the new king, who had been put on the throne by unity and death, kept his eyes on him all day long, fearing that he too would become a lump of flesh and fly into the moat through the windows of the Belgrade palace.

And now, he has planned everything in front of him with his own hands.

He had the members of the Society for Unity and Death massacred a Serbian village under the guise of the Austro-Hungarian army, in order to drive the goddess crazy. After the crazy goddess-sama killed all the soldiers of the Unification and Death Society sent by Dragutin to carry out the mission, this madman went to the crazy witch alone, and no one knew how everything happened after the Dao, in short, this god-sama successfully stabilized the witch, made the witch voluntarily swallow the inhibitor, and followed him back to Belgrade.

Of course, before returning to Belgrade, the sacred cow did not forget to kill all the other people involved in the operation. He did this without mercy, because it was a sacrifice necessary to build the "Greater Serbia" of his dreams.

At this moment, these sacrifices have finally paid off, and in Dragutin's view, the blazing flame is the best tribute to the sacrifice of the "companions" who have traveled on the long journey of the past twenty years.

The first steps in the revival of Greater Serbia have been completed, Bosnia has been incorporated into Serbia's territory, and soon Herzegovina will be subjugated to the fear of a new white-haired goddess.

The weakened Ottomans had nothing to fear, and the only obstacle on the road to Greater Serbia was the decrepit Austro-Hungarian Empire.

However, the Austro-Hungarian Empire was now in crisis, and Dragutin was not a reckless and ignorant man, having lived in Vienna for a long time, and even when he returned to Belgrade to start organizing the Reunification and Death Society, he kept in touch with his friends in Vienna and read the Austro-Hungarian newspapers sent by his friends.

So Dragutin knew that Austria-Hungary was in the midst of an economic crisis, Austria was suffering from famine and high unemployment, and the Hungarians were clamoring for greater autonomy. In the face of such an opponent, Dragutin still has considerable confidence.

What's more, Dragutin also had the support of Russia and Germany behind him.

The Russians had been thinking about taking Constantinople for centuries, and they wished that another powerful Slavic state could join them against Anglo-French influence in the Balkans and pave the way for the capture of the jewel in the Ottoman crown.

The Germans seemed to want to unify the German states in the truest sense of the word, and they probably wanted a direct railway to the Middle East. During the last war, because the Ottoman Empire joined the Entente, the railway directly to Baghdad that Germany had spent so much effort to build was nationalized by the Ottoman Empire, and the Germans were probably desperate to recover this property that should have belonged to Germany.

However, there are only two gods in Germany now, and it is estimated that they dare not disobey the will of Britain and France too much, and most of them can only provide support in secret. But Russia, as the protector of the Slavs, should be more than willing to help.

Dragutin had received assurances from the Russian Empire that a new set of goddesses with magic armor had been loaded onto ships and would soon be shipped to the Serbs via Romania, and the Russians had promised not to let any of the Austro-Hungarian gods return until the Serbs had attained "true and full independence and sovereignty."

In addition, Dragutin was supported by neighboring Romania, which promised to invade the eastern part of Austria-Hungary when it began to increase its forces in Bosnia and Herzegovina.

For Dragutin, the only regret was that he did not get the promise of direct Russian intervention – a promise he had expected to get. When the Serbian ambassador to Russia sent a telegram saying that the Russians were vague about the direct dispatch of troops, Dragutin angrily cursed.

But he quickly calmed down, and then he realized that it might not be as attractive for Russia to cross the Carpathian Pass as to attack the Ottomans from the other direction over the Caucasus.

Thankfully, Dragutin has had enough of it now.

He continued to enjoy the smoke billowing in front of him, enjoying what it was like to be a victor in advance. He even began to sketch out in his mind the next move, in order to contain the southward movement of Russia, the British and French would inevitably throw an olive branch to Serbia and turn a blind eye to their massacres, which the British themselves were no less "inferior" to the Serbs were doing now.

Greece may feel threatened by its position around the Aegean Sea, while Bulgaria, Albania, and other countries may fall to Greece entirely, leaving the goddesses from the foot of Mount Olympus and Crete to protect themselves from Serbia.

But Greece itself needs to be on guard against the Ottoman Empire, and it is impossible to come up with a lot of energy to deal with Serbia, so Serbia can fight with Bulgaria without a god and no war queen, and stop advancing immediately after the arrival of the Greek god queen, presumably the Greeks will not work hard to help the Bulgarians.

Then Serbia can deal with Albania and Montenegro in the same way, and such a mighty Serbia will once again stand tall on the Balkan Peninsula, and Dragutin's long-cherished wish will finally be realized.

Dragutin reveled in a vision of beauty.

All the sacrifices were insignificant compared to this great wish – yes, including the innocent Serbs who died in Sarajevo.

However, Dragutin is not a fool, he will never bear this blood debt himself, even if one day people decide to settle these things, it will only be counted on the witch on the bridge in front.

Dragutin's conviction that his plan was perfect made him smile, and he stepped out of the car, walked through the soldiers' cordon, walked over to the witch looking out over the burning city, and pulled out a handkerchief to gently wipe away the tears from her face.

"You have done a good job, you have killed so many vicious Austro-Hungarian troops, and your parents in heaven must be very pleased."

The girl's shoulders shook slightly.

But her gaze on Dragutin remained hollow.

Dragutin smiled at such a gaze that could not be considered kind.