After nightfall, Veronica leaned on the lap of her magic armor and watched the soldiers sitting around the fire in the square in front of the village.

The villagers didn't have much room to vacate, and the infantry unit automatically gave up the house so that Veronica's men had room to rest, and they would spend the night next to the campfire.

Veronica didn't stay outside the room out of sympathy for the infantry, these days she has become accustomed to sleeping in her magic armor, in the past she always felt that the cockpit of the magic armor was small and uncomfortable, especially after switching to German armor, compared to the wide cockpit of the imperial armor, the cockpit of the new German armor that pursued the compact German armor was particularly uncomfortable, the cabin was very small, and the range of action was slightly larger when maneuvering, and it would hit the bulkhead. The most annoying thing is that this cramped cockpit allows Veronica's long engine to be caught in the gap without moving, and every time Veronica trains, she has to experience the pain of her hair being torn apart.

Veronica has more than once requested to change the captain's aircraft back to British-made armor, but the Polish government has already made up its mind to completely replace it with German-made armor. Now that the excellent exchange between the German and British warlords is well known, Veronica's request is completely ignored.

But after a few days of fighting, Veronica's perception of her body has completely changed. Excellent mobility, reliable frontal defense when necessary, and the ability to jump at any time and a low profile are all benefits that Veronica has experienced in past battles. At the height of the battle, Veronica even developed the feeling that her armor was like a conscious partner responding to her actions, and that it was in touch with her own heart.

When she first became a war queen, Veronica had seen a comic strip of a grief-stricken war queen raising her pistol over her broken magic armor, as if she wanted to give her a ride to relieve her pain. Veronica was unimpressed by the cartoon, which might have come from Germany, but now, when she thought back to the image, she suddenly felt that she could understand the feelings that the author of the drawing was trying to express.

Now, only by staying by her own armor can Veronica feel at ease. She knew that once she slept in bed, she would definitely have nightmares, dreaming of the hideous Russian army's magic armor and dreaming of those sisters who died in battle.

Only when she was backed by the solid armor of her beloved machine could Veronica calmly recall what she had experienced in the past few days as calmly as she does now.

She couldn't help but think of the Russian magic armor that was hit in the back by herself at close range, even if it was a thick Russian armor, the defense of the back was far worse than the front, Veronica's bullet directly hit the heat sink on the back of the Russian armor, cutting off the magic lubricating fluid tube of the Russian armor, and the lubricating fluid that flashed blue light continued to flow out of the bullet holes left by Veronica, dripping on the ground, and slowly dimmed.

It was as if human blood was clotting.

The armor of the Russian army seems to want to turn around, but its left leg has lost too much of the lubricating fluid that transmits the magic guide - although it is called lubricating fluid, in fact, this liquid is one of the indispensable intermediary substances for the operation of the magic guide mechanism, and the loss of the lubricating fluid leads to the rotation mechanism of the left foot of the armor becoming weak. And the Russian war queen obviously didn't know what was wrong with her magic armor, so she distributed her strength as usual and tried to make the armor turn in place.

Veronica watched as the Russian armor fell to the ground, exposing the most vulnerable crotch between her legs to Veronica's gun.

Veronica was convinced that her shells had pierced the rotating mechanisms in her crotch, which was mainly defended against mines, and could not stop Veronica's 50mm shells, and Veronica saw blood coming out of the cracks in the broken transmission mechanism, which was real red blood.

At that time, Veronica had a strange idea in her heart: it was like this magic armor had come to the great aunt.

At this moment, Veronica recalled her inexplicable feelings at that time, and suddenly felt that she must have become abnormal because of the fierce fight at that time.

I don't know what will become of me if the war continues. Even if you can survive until the end of the war, you will no longer be the self you were before the war, right?

Veronica lifted her hand and looked at the calluses on her fingers. When the war is over, will you still be in the mood to pick up the violin again? Can I still play those notes?

At that time, will you still feel the emotion you have experienced when listening to music?

"Veronica!" At this time, Veronica's name was called.

She followed the sound and saw Erica trotting over with something.

"This is what I found in the house of a rich man in the village who had fled, you see, a violin!"

"How can you just take someone else's stuff?" Veronica frowned, "We are the Polish army, and our duty is to protect the territory of Poland and the property of the people!" ”

"But when we retreat, the violin will become a trophy of the Russians!" Erica didn't back down, "It's a shame, I don't know the violin, but I can tell it's a good thing to make." Believe it or not! Mr. Major also thinks that it is better to take it, and return it to the master after the war! ”

Veronica couldn't refute it, so she took the case from Erica and opened it to check the condition of the violin.

It was a good violin, and it was evident that the owner had taken great care of it, and I wonder why they had left such a violin at home - and had not loosened the bow and strings when they left!

Veronica took the piano out, put the box aside, and stood up against the legs of the Wizard's armor. Then she set up the violin and gently plucked the strings with her hands.

Very good tone, almost no adjustments.

Veronica took a deep breath.

Without even thinking about it, she began to play her favorite "The Joy of Love", and the melodious sound of the piano immediately spread throughout the village square. Although "The Joy of Love" is a concerto for violin and piano, Veronica's solo is equally beautiful.

Veronica skillfully uses fugue techniques to fill in the "gaps" that should be filled by the piano, and interprets this cheerful piece perfectly, just listening to the melody makes a kind of excitement in my heart.

When the song was over, the soldiers all applauded, and Veronica was a little surprised at first, but she immediately restrained herself and pulled the strings to continue playing.

For a long time, Veronica was immersed in the performance, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, enjoying the thrill of playing music as she did before she became a soldier.

She thought of the ornate vaults of the concert hall, of the spotlights falling from the top of the stage, of the seats full of guests.

She remembered the night before her first solo performance, when she was so nervous that she couldn't even hold the bow, and she cried and told her mother that the stage was too terrible for her to play or be a violinist. Her mother, who was also a violinist at the time, held her hand and told her about her first time on stage as a child.

Veronica remembered her mother's gentle words, and the movement of pulling the strings softened. She was playing the same piece she had played solo when she first appeared on stage, a simple, suitable piece for a young kid who was just starting out in the profession, and the boy who was the accompanist for Veronica at the time was now also serving in the army.

Yes, to serve in the army.

Veronica opened her eyes, and the phantoms of the old times faded like a tidal wave, and the landscape that appeared before her was not ornate seats covered with red flannel, no spotlights, no carpets, no lavishly decorated domes. A group of soldiers in military uniforms sat on the ground covered in fine snow, all with cans or other army rations in their hands, the only source of light being a half-dead campfire, and overhead-

Overhead, the night sky is clear, and the stars are shining and charming.

Veronica looked up at the sky and suddenly sighed, "There is only a starry sky, and it will never be affected by war." ”

Everyone looked up at the sky and stared at the stars.

In Veronica's mind, there was a melody that appeared without warning, and she immediately recognized it as the song she had heard when she first became a war queen - "Starry Night" composed by Lin Youde.

Veronica didn't know that it was a song that Lin Youde copied from a game called "120 Yen Winter" from another world, but she just thought that this song was particularly suitable to describe how she was feeling right now.

She hadn't heard the violin version of the piece, but she was a violinist who had been trained in music since she was a child, and she was confident that she would interpret it on the violin whenever she had seen it.

When she reacted, she found herself pulling the strings, and a melodious and sentimental melody flowed from between the bow and the strings, rolling down the snow and under the stars.

After the first main melody ends, Veronica plays the fugue that should be the responsibility of the guitar with plucked string technique, while taking the opportunity to raise her head slightly and look at the starry sky.

- Do you see?

She used music to call out to her fallen men.

――On the battlefield, you can see such a clear and beautiful starry sky.

At the end of the fugue, Veronica played the main theme again, and at this time her tears could not stop rolling down her eyes, and the tears that had been swallowed into her stomach when she lost her subordinates these days seemed to be pouring out of her head.

Tears rolled down Veronica's eyes, onto the violin, and then to the ground.

The whole village square was very quiet, and every foot soldier listened to the melody with a solemn expression, although they were lucky that they had not yet fought a real battle, but the atmosphere of the battlefield had already infected them, and fear and anxiety had already invaded their hearts, and they could only relieve them by loud noise, drinking, and fighting. But at this moment, the sound of the violin should not be stored on the battlefield, but it made them quiet, or stared at the sky, or stared at the earth where the grass began to show its sharp corners after the ice and snow melted.

Artillery rang out from time to time in the distance, and the flash of an explosion occasionally lit up the horizon, but at this point, the soldiers in the square seemed to have forgotten about it for a while.

The villagers who remained in the village also came out of their homes, or leaned on the fence wall of the yard, or leaned against the doorpost of the cattle pen, listening to the melody.

"It's much better than the young lady of the rich man's house." This is steady, uncle's voice.

"People are prettier, too." It's the voice of a flirtatious lad.

"Would be a good mother." This is the kind voice of the eldest mother.

"It's a pity that we're going to war." It was a low, regretful old man's voice.

The conversation between the villagers came to an abrupt end, and everyone listened silently to the violin playing back to the beginning of the melody, like the soldiers.

No one asked why they were playing it from the beginning, and no one asked for a different one.

Everyone treated this beautiful and sad melody with care as if it were a fragile product.

Someone began to draw crosses on their chests, whispering prayers for the beautiful violinist and her men, as well as for all those who were in the midst of the war.