"Captain of the Guard."

A middle-aged soldier stood at the door and knocked on the wooden door, making a somewhat dull sound. The soldier looked into the room, where Irelia was sitting, her face a little tired. There are some dark circles under the eyes, and it seems that they haven't slept all night.

Hearing the soldier's voice, she raised her head: "Come in."

"Yes."

The soldier walked in, and with each step he took, the heavy armor on his body made a metallic grinding sound.

"How's it going?" Irelia asked with a pause in her gaze as she looked back at the papers on her desk.

The soldier lowered his head and looked a little solemn: "We have investigated, and we have indeed found traces of the army's march in some places in the east, and there are also roads crushed by war machines." Said in a somewhat depressed tone: "It was the negligence of our reconnaissance team, if it weren't for your news, we probably wouldn't have known about the approach of Noxus' army this time."

"Okay, now it's time to review." Irelia listened to the soldier's report and pinched her eyebrows bitterly, Noxus really came, much faster than expected, and there was no time to make sufficient preparations: "Noxus will arrive in two days at most, inform all troops to prepare to start war alert, if civilians don't have time to move, let them enter the shelter first, there, it's relatively safe."

"Shelter." The soldier frowned in embarrassment: "The shelter can't accommodate so many people."

In times of war, the presence of long-range weapons such as trebuchets and artillery can affect the entire city, and once the two sides fight, those who do not enter the shelter will be very dangerous, or most of those outside the shelter will face death.

Isn't it enough, Irelia exhaled heavily, "Young and old first." Even if it's not enough, there's no way out, the time is too tight.

"I, got it." The soldier nodded lightly and stepped back.

The soldiers walked out of the room, and there was a group of soldiers standing outside the room, all of whom were from the reconnaissance team.

"Captain, how's it going?" One of the soldiers asked cautiously.

The middle-aged captain who had just come out of Irelia's face was not very good-looking, and he knew the severity of the war from his words: "Everyone is on war alert, and also, evacuate the crowd and let civilians enter the shelter as much as possible, the old and the young are given priority." ”

Shelter ······

That place is generally not used, because when the war comes, civilians usually evacuate to other cities, and those who do not want to go will enter the shelter.

The fact that the shelter is now being used directly shows that there is no time to evacuate.

The shelter is not big enough, how can tens of thousands of people be accommodated, at most only a few thousand.

······

There was silence for a long time.

"Captain." A soldier gritted his teeth and said nervously: "My wife is pregnant, a month, can you ······" Speaking of which, he didn't say any more, he also knew that the place in the shelter was really scarce right now.

The captain's hand tightened, paused, and half-ranging, before he held back a sentence with difficulty: "The old and the young are preferred, the pregnancy period is one month, and theoretically it is not included in the special population." ”

"Yes." The soldier's voice trembled a little and said in a suppressed voice.

The captain walked up to the soldier, put a hand on the soldier's shoulder, and whispered, "I'm sorry······ We are soldiers. ”

Because they are soldiers, they must follow orders. Because they are soldiers, it is difficult for them to be a good husband, a good son, and it is difficult for them to be a good father. But it's only because they're soldiers that they have to hold their weapons and fight for the majority, not just their own families.

"I understand Captain." The soldier's nose was red, his head was tilted, and his sword was clenched in his right hand.

All were silent, and they had their own families.

"Go and notice, it has to be soon, we are running out of time." After speaking, the captain walked out of the hallway. Behind him, the soldiers followed closely one by one, walking in unison.

It was getting late, the sunset was shining obliquely on the street, and the street was dyed a layer of crimson in the dusk, and the middle-aged captain was walking alone on the way home with a helmet and heavy armor. His home is in the city's East End, and it's a very satisfying place, right next to the East End park, and every morning he can smell the faint scent of white stone flowers, which are his favorite flowers.

There was a small garden in front of his house, and he often trimmed the turquoise grass and held his daughter to play there. His wife would always stand aside, watering the flowers and reprimanding him for his big hands.

Pushing open the small fence in front of the house, he returned home with a faint wry smile.

"You're back." The wife saw someone pushing open the door and saw her husband standing there, and said happily, wiping her hands: "It's just right, dinner is about to start, you hurry up and change the heavy things on your body." Remember to be quiet, don't make a noise, baby, she's still napping. ”

The middle-aged captain didn't speak, just looked at his wife deeply, and slowly stepped forward to rub her waist.

The wife looked into her husband's eyes, and she didn't know why he was a little strange today: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Ellie, war is coming, in two days." There was some pain in the eyes of the middle-aged.

"So fast!" The wife exclaimed in a low voice, but seemed to be afraid that her daughter would cover her mouth.

"Hmm." The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and continued: "Civilians don't have time to evacuate, and the shelter can't accommodate so many people······ I'll bring my daughter over tomorrow, but. ”

Neither of them was saying anything, just quietly watching each other as the setting sun passed through their middle.

"Nothing." The wife touched her husband's cheek and kissed it: "I'm waiting for you at home to come back." ”

"Hmm." The middle-aged man's mouth trembled, and tears slipped down his resolute cheeks: "Wait for me to come back." In fact, he also understands that if the artillery bombardment comes, the city will not be spared.

That night, many of the soldiers returned to their homes, knowing that disaster was coming, but they said nothing. Just quietly, silently, and with the simplest goodbye to the people closest to me. It's not that they don't want to say anything, it's just that they don't know what to say, and the only thing they can do is to protect everything they want to protect with their own swords in war.