Seeing the tattered flag, the old general's thoughts quickly flowed, as if he had returned to forty years ago, when he was still young.

At that time, he was just an ordinary soldier of the War Scars Army, and together with a large number of comrades-in-arms, he was forcibly thrown onto the battlefield by the old man of War Scars City as cannon fodder.

And the Flame Wind Army at that time was the strongest period led by the first lord.

It is conceivable that what the scarred soldiers encountered at that time was a complete nightmare.

A large number of battle-scarred soldiers, like wheat harvested by a sickle, fell one after another. In the face of the Flame Wind Army's multi-class and large-scale attacks, they were almost powerless to fight back.

The veteran general, who was still very young at the time, survived hiding under the corpses of his comrades. Although he successfully escaped back to Warscar City, when he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, he still witnessed a scene that he could never forget for the rest of his life:

The fiery clouds in the sky seemed to be stained red with blood, and dozens of warriors walked past the battlefield in the setting sun, their armor mutilated and covered in mud and blood.

Those soldiers came from Flamewind City's most elite city-slaughtering troops, which later became known as the "Trap Regiment".

At the beginning of the war, the slaughtering troops, as the vanguard, were the first to enter the positions of the battle scar army. While taking the most victories, the Slaughterer was also the one that suffered the most casualties among the Flamewind Army.

The young soldier lying under the corpse was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, but stared blankly at the enemy from the slaughtering force, secretly praying that these "Grim Reapers" would leave quickly.

Then, he saw the images that appeared countless times in the nightmares that followed.

A soldier's left arm was broken from his elbow and his forearm slipped down, leaving only a layer of skin attached to his arm, which could no longer remain on his body.

Just looking at that picture, the old general, who was still young at the time, could already imagine what severe pain the other party was suffering.

But the soldier continued to move forward, without a tremble, but slowly bent down and picked up a flag that had fallen to the ground with his right hand.

With his last remaining hand, the soldier held aloft the tattered blood-red banner. Under the dark red sunset, it is like a god of war who has descended into the world.

At that moment, the picture in the old general's eyes seemed to freeze. The silhouette of the sunset remained in his mind forever and could never be erased.

Even though he later became a general, he still can't forget that scene.

After many years, the Flame Wind Lord at that time has passed away, and he has changed from a young man to a gray-haired veteran. He thought he had completely overcome his old fears. But now......

"That's what it is...... Flame Wind Army ......"

The red battle flag fluttering above the chariot re-ignited the fear in the old general's heart.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the bloody battlefield of forty years ago, and re-transformed into the shivering young man hiding under the corpses of his comrades.

"Old man, what are you in a daze, it's time to go!"

The fox girl's roar brought the old man back to his senses, and he looked down at his large, scarred hand, and finally remembered his identity.

"Wolf cavalry, retreat."

The old man didn't look at the flag fluttering on the chariot, turned around and left the front line under the escort of the guards, and the scarred soldiers who had been camping in the forest also began to retreat quickly.

In the situation that the three fox chariots were all destroyed, and the wolf cavalry lost more than thirty people. In order to avoid more casualties, it would be wise to let the Scars retreat temporarily.

"A way must be found to destroy that chariot," said the old general, grimacing.......

The vehicle's defense was extraordinary, and it could withstand even the continuous fire of high-powered ballistas. Apart from the use of falling rocks and pits, the old general could not think of any other way to solve the other party.

There was no rockfall in this woodland, so I had to dig a pit. However, the enemy will certainly not be easily fooled.

The chariot was still parked by the flames, with no intention of pursuing, except to blast a few retreating wolfwolf cavalry with machine guns as a farewell gift.

"Damn ......"

Seeing the soldiers under his command being torn to pieces, the old general gritted his teeth.

At this time, General Qin, who was standing on the watchtower in the distance and had seen the whole battle with a Soviet-made telescope, finally put down the binoculars in his hand and let out a long sigh.

"Do you understand?" The master engineer standing beside him smiled.

"I see, Old Chen."

General Qin's tone was very heavy, and the eyes under the helmet were closed: "I made a big mistake." ”

"There is no need to say these words, just atone for your sins." The master engineer patted his old friend on the shoulder: "Talk less nonsense and do more, isn't this your principle?" ”

“……”

General Qin lowered his head and was silent, and after a long while, he raised his telescope again to observe the situation on the battlefield.

The originally imposing army of Warscar City had retreated to the rear of the dense forest in disarray, leaving only a few dozen corpses and three destroyed chariots.

The ancient chariot operated by the young master is still parked on the battlefield, although it is impossible to communicate in language, but the flag that is fluttering in the wind has already explained everything.

"Trap the regiment, establish a position in the front, and protect the lord."

General Qin calmly gave the order: "The archer troops are scattered and a fixed shield is set up in the rear." The Alien Knights protect the flanks and report to the enemy as soon as they spot a sneak attack. ”

Below the watchtower, several heralds who received the order sped away.

Seeing that the troops in the rear were advancing, General Qin jumped off the watchtower, rode on the old horse that had accompanied him for many years, and moved towards the front line under the protection of the Red Armor Guards.

Since the commander of the trapping regiment, Yin Shuang, was still cultivating, General Qin also took over the command of this army at this time. He rode past the infantry who were running forward, and had already reached the chariot before the vanguard of the trap regiment reached the battlefield in the ghetto.

Seeing the figure of General Qin through the gunner's viewing glass, Lin Chi opened the top cover above the fort, leaned out his upper body from inside, and looked down at the general who was turning over and dismounting.

General Qin waved his hand and dismissed several red-armored guards around him. After the guards had left, he knelt on the blood-stained wasteland and whispered:

"I'm here to apologize, young master."

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chi was asking a question, but a smile was already on his face. Even before the other party spoke, he already understood what the other party was going to say.

General Qin lowered his head, even at this time, his tone was as firm as ever, and he couldn't hear the slightest hesitation:

"I was the one who ordered the assassination in the first place, young master."

Hearing this, Shen Wenchong, who was crawling out of the cockpit exit, almost fell down with a shake of his hand:

"What did you say?"

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