"What about Kshatriyas?" It was only at this time that I discovered that the First Dragon General had not appeared on this battlefield that was related to the future direction of the Tergentos, and what was even more amazing was that even the Thirteen Elders had not shown up.

"They, perhaps, are fulfilling their mission somewhere." De Cos said something meaningful, his eyes were clouded, I glanced at him, said no more, and the two of them stood in the middle of the battlefield, looking at the sky, speechless for a moment.

The dragoons did not attack all afternoon, judging by the news from the scouts at the front, they were also resting, and the battle of the day was no less mentally striking to them than ours, after all, for the first time, the number of casualties among the dragoons and their opponents was on the order of magnitude.

Taking advantage of this gap, we repaired the old fence and laid out the thorn horse in front of it. The battle at night is no less powerful than the day, the archers and musketeers, and the current combat attrition of the troops is so great that it is impossible to organize a decent defensive line at all, and it is difficult to stop the opponent's attack again. Although the effect of the stabbing horse is only a comfort in actual combat, now, our warriors need it.

Next, there is the mourning ceremony.

Around the huge grave, everyone took off their hats and helmets, and we did not have time to dig a grave for each of the soldiers, and after cutting off the markers from their bodies, we buried all the corpses here, including the corpses of the enemy.

"Rest in peace, warrior!" I sprinkled the first handful of dirt, reddish-brown, which shimmered in the glow of the setting sun and then slowly drifted down to cover a young face. More dirt fell in the churn of the shovels, pulling the bodies of the war dead into the arms of Mother Earth, and at this moment, I suddenly felt a sense of serenity on their faces, and all the future wars had nothing to do with them.

"My lord, what kind of tombstone do you want to build?" Melchior asked suddenly.

I glanced at him and replied in a flat tone, "Write it...... Sleeping warriors, that's all. ”

"Yes, sir." Melchior nodded, and said no more, his face remained that calm forever, and no amount of corpses could give him a sad expression.

"Also, the order is given, and the troops take turns to rest, and tonight, the enemy may still attack. If there are those who don't want to fight, let them go. With a little sentimentality, I was silent for a moment before giving the order.

Melchior looked at me for a long time and reluctantly nodded.

"Aren't there any reserves?" De Cos came out like a ghost, "You know, it's hard to keep everyone awake when the night goes to war. ”

I thought for a moment, and then said to Melchior: "Let Retis and Falchenie take enough people to sleep in the back mountain, and listen to the fireworks of the herald, and no attack shall be made without an order." ”

"Yes."

After explaining everything, I looked at the sky, the sun was sinking in the west, and the horizon was surrounded by patches of sunset, fiery red as if burning. The ground under the glow of the setting sun was blood-colored, and even the forest sea in the distance looked like it had been stained with blood, everything indicated what kind of war was next.

Three days later, in the Battle of the Dragon Knights, we were victorious!

All of this is so incredible.

The flying dragon hovered above us for a while, then fluttered its wings and slowly fell, my palms oozed sweat, and my hands slowly raised, ready to greet him with a musket the moment I left the tower and got down from the dragon. The flying dragon fell, and a person walked down from below, and I was about to give the order to shoot, when I suddenly saw the comer clearly, "Kshatriya General......" I opened my mouth wide, and the first dragon general, who had not shown up, came to the battlefield at this time.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the arrival of the Kshatriya generals brought a decisive result to the whole situation.

"Ahem, the leader of the rebellion has already announced his surrender, stop fighting meaninglessly." The Kshatriya's voice was silent, but it soon spread throughout the battlefield, and the warriors in the fight laid down their weapons and focused their eyes on the old dragon general, who held aloft in his hand a token symbolizing the departure of the car, which glowed cyan in the moonlight.

After a moment of silence, the fighting dragoons turned their drowons and fled in all directions, disappearing into the night, while only a few of them laid down their weapons and surrendered. The bloody battle lasted for a long time, and it ended because of a sentence, and this ending made people a little laughable.

"That's the end of it?" I asked myself, and it wasn't until I saw the soldiers shouting for their final victory that I realized that the battle was over.

Compared with the daytime, the night battle was not fierce, and the battle was not long, but the damage to our army was not low, in just one hour, more than 500 people were killed in the battle, and more than half of them needed to be taken to the hospital. However, this result is already a great luck for us, if it were not for the appearance of Kshatriya, relying on our military strength, it is possible to barely annihilate all the dragoons, but the price to pay, I can't even think about it.

And our opponents, all the dragon knights who assaulted were killed, and the dragoons also lost more than 300 people, and the remnants of the army, three-quarters of which were missing, and finally stood in front of me, only ninety-five people.

Thus came to an end on the "Battle of the Wandering Corps - Battle of Tegunvor", leaving countless firsts in history, the first time a unit defeated the supposedly invincible dragoons, and the first time that muskets were used in a full-fledged battle...... Behind the many firsts, there is the blood of thousands of people, and if it were possible, I would love to exchange so many firsts for the lives of my companions who sleep underground.

Magura stood on the battlefield in a daze, looking at the corpses of the earth dragons scattered there, compared to people can find a place to bury, too heavy earth dragons, we really don't have the extra strength to bury them, so we have to ask the wolves and vultures in the field to give them their final rest. It's a little cruel, but I can't help it, so I stepped forward and patted Magula on the shoulder and said, "Let them make the final contribution, dying in the wilderness is also their obedience, just like a long time ago before they were domesticated." Magura, you don't have to be too sad. ”

"No, it's a waste to put so many dragon horns there, I'm just calculating how much I can sell them for."

I blinked, and suddenly laughed: "yes, it's really a lot of money, Magora, give you enough manpower, go get it down." "The Wandering Corps is really a professional who makes a fortune from corpses, from the previous Wyvern Horn to the current Earth Dragon Horn, after laughing at myself for a while, my mood suddenly brightened.