"No one is always safe on the battlefield, the death knell does not ring for anyone, the death knell rings for you and me, for all the living lives of both the enemy and the enemy, voluntarily and forced to get involved in this war!"

"Knowing that war is so cruel, that we have 10,000 reasons to stay away from the battlefield and 10,000 reasons to condemn it, and yet the aggressors are approaching our doorstep, with a sharp blade in their hands, without mercy, and who do not mind violently taking away our property, liberty and dignity, how can this arrogant bandit face up to our cries for peace unless they also recognize the cruelty of war?"

"We have to admit with sadness that only war can create peace, just as violence can subdue a mob!"

"Every generation has an inescapable historical mission. The mission of our generation is to win this damned war, so that our children and grandchildren can shoulder the mission of reflecting on and criticizing war in years of peace. ”

"My dear compatriots, glorious Far Eastern militia! If you are fully aware of the cruelty of war, and if you are confident that you and your families will be able to face the great sacrifices that may be made, then take up the 'Spear of the Wind' in your hands and march westward to the death! ”

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"Go West! Go West! Born to die! ”

Roland's mobilization speech delivered through the magic radio spread all over the country overnight, and the tragic slogan of "living to die" resounded throughout the Far East, from Colasburg to Great Rapids, from Icewind Dale to Lucia Plateau, and then to the coast of the North Sea, the patriotic enthusiasm of countless hot-blooded men in the Far East was stimulated by Roland's radio mobilization, and they waved goodbye to their families with tears, picked up the "Spear of the Wind", and embarked on the journey without hesitation.

In the early morning of February 15, the sky was just getting dark, and the train platform of the Valley Village Farm was crowded with people. Malik, the director of the commune, led the whole village, with tears in his eyes, to send blessings to the soldiers who were about to embark on the journey, hoping that they would all return safely and triumphantly.

Nikolai changed into the military overcoat he used to wear when he served, and he carried a row of throwing knives and a Far Eastern Type 1624 air pistol stuck in his belt, and the sleeves of his broken arm fluttered in the cold wind. In this deserted and bleak season, on the platform shrouded in a tragic atmosphere, the resolute face of this one-armed man showed a rare smile. These years of rural life have not worn down his ambition as a soldier in the Far East, and returning to the battlefield is like returning to his hometown for him, and his heart is full of irrepressible excitement.

Peter and Pavra also changed into the winter combat uniforms of the Far Eastern militia, and both carried Far Eastern Type 1624 air rifles that were almost as tall as them, Peter's large backpack was stuffed with a small wind element inflator, Bavra's fanny pack was full of rifle cylinders, and the rabbit "Katie" was lying on her shoulder, and she was fully armed against two immature little faces that pretended to be serious, looking quite funny, like two boy scouts playing a game of war.

Along with Nikolai, Ivan and Bafra on the westbound train, there were 30 hot-blooded young men born and raised in the valley village, all of whom were sharpshooters from the local militia regiment. Like the hundreds of thousands of other Far Eastern militia members who spontaneously went to the Western Theater of Operations during the same period, the purpose of their trip was to assist their compatriots who were facing the iron heel of the empire to resist the invaders and do their part to defend their homeland.

After a week-long journey, on the morning of 22 February, the militia of the valley village led by Nikolai successfully arrived at the "Lengxi Town," a military stronghold on the Western Front, and was warmly welcomed by the local militia at the first time.

That evening, Nikolai, Peter, and Bafra went to a tavern called the "Railway Band" located near the train platform in the town of Cold Creek to attend a party organized by the local militia.

The hall of the tavern was crowded with militiamen from all over the Far East, and although they came from all over the world and had different life experiences, they were now all a family, burning blood and dedicating their youth to a common cause, talking to each other in the dialect of the south and the north, and each other had endless topics. As the night deepens, the atmosphere in the tavern becomes more and more lively with the help of ale.

To Pavra's surprise, there were many heroic young girls in the tavern, all of whom were wearing military uniforms like her, and were engaged in the war to defend their homeland.

Pafra chatted with a few local girls in Cold Creek, curious to ask them how they had infiltrated the militia.

"In our north, only men are obliged to serve, and the militia never accepts female soldiers—unless they have a spell-casting specialty like me."

The female soldiers listened to her question, and they all laughed heartily.

"Little sister, in fact, according to the provisions of the Military Service Law, whether in the north or the south, women do not need to serve, but we have a special situation here, we are at the forefront of the fight against the imperial invaders, coupled with the vast land and sparsely populated population, if it is completely in accordance with the provisions of the Military Service Law, it is difficult to establish a strong enough militia organization, so in addition to the obligation of men to serve in the military, young and strong girls can also sign up for service, and they can become militiamen through the physical examination." A big-eyed female soldier who was always smiling explained to Bafra.

"It's really annoying to say, our female soldiers receive the same military training as those men, and their marksmanship is no worse than that of men, but when it comes to the battlefield, the officers are still more biased towards men, and combat tasks are always given priority to men, and we female soldiers can usually only get logistics work such as taking care of the wounded, and this kind of trivial work can be done by ordinary people, which is a waste of our talents!" The one who complained was a short-haired female soldier with dark skin.

Bafra glanced at the eldest sister and couldn't help but stick out her tongue. The other party's figure is quite plump, and it is not the kind of fat, there are muscles under the fat, like a professional wrestler, this strong physique is quite rare in men, no wonder she is unwilling to engage in logistics.

The three of them were chatting lively, and the rabbit "Katie" suddenly opened her sleepy eyes, shook her short ears, and jumped on the wine table.

"Hey! Katie, you little naughty spirit, don't mess around here! Bafra grabbed the back of Katie's soft, hairy neck and tried to drop her off the table. Katie twisted her neck violently and let out a dissatisfied meow.

The druid has a heart-to-heart connection with his animal companions, and Bafra soon realizes that Katie is not mischievous for no reason, but has spotted suspicious prey. Following Katie's line of sight, a person in the opposite corner was sitting alone facing the wall, pouring himself a drink.

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