Curran. Gibson had just fed the horses in the stables, and he felt a little hungry as he watched the horses grazing on the hay merrily. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After several days of trekking, the Third Legion had just arrived at this Kainzburg yesterday, and as an ordinary soldier, Curran naturally didn't know the plans of the nobles above, he only knew that he needed to rest.

In the Battle of the Misty Forest, he fought with Viscount Wimbles and Princess Elyfils, driving out thousands of Wendland's infantry, and when they went into battle, the situation was almost clear, so their battle did not make much waves, and Wendland's infantry was quickly routed.

But even so, there were companions who died in this battle.

Curran's predecessor, Pol. Griffin was one of the unfortunate soldiers who was shot during the charge, fell off his horse, and was overwhelmed by the crowds, eventually becoming a name on the death count.

Pol enlisted in the army two years before Curran, and had participated in the battle of the Northern Game to exterminate the mountain bandits four years earlier, and in this war against Wendland, he also killed four enemies, which is an existence that Curran admires.

However, it was such a battle-hardened veteran who died so simply, which was a big shock to Curran.

Death had never been so close to Curran, and he was a little uneasy, he had thought that on this battlefield, experienced soldiers would not die so easily, but the truth was cruel - no matter what your past was, whether you were a new soldier or a veteran, death was like a gust of wind that could easily carry you away.

Fortunately, in the battle of the Misty Forest, they won after all.

The process of strategic transfer was uneventful, so they packed their luggage and withdrew north out of the misty forest, coming to this damp and cold land, which was even colder than the damp fog in the forest, and even if they were wearing heavy cotton clothes, they would still shiver involuntarily.

Curran thought that they living in the north of Astre would have a higher tolerance for cold, after all, in the coldest time in the north, the water splashed out would freeze into ice in less than a minute, and the forests in the north could hardly see a little green in winter, and it was all covered with snow.

If the cold in the north is the cold wind with snow, then the cold in the south is the wet rain and snow deep into the bone marrow, and he swears that if he is still alive after the end of this war, he will never come to the south again for the winter.

Now that he had come to Zedi, the walls of Kainzburg had finally blocked the cold wind, and he had gained some warmth by the campfire, but it was always uncomfortable to be hungry.

"Why don't you feel like you haven't seen a few adults today?"

Side, companion Erie. Moslian asked, he was in the same batch as Curran, and he was a new soldier, but unlike Curran, he seemed to be at home and liked life in the barracks, and he had told Curran in a late night chat that his dream was to establish merit, get knighthood, and become a nobleman.

Not to mention whether this dream is possible to come true, Curran feels that in this era when even tomorrow's sun may not be visible, such an idea seems too naïve, but he did not just puncture Yili, after all, it is better to have a hope than to live a gangster.

"Maybe it's a place to enjoy the food and the stove in the Prince's mansion."

Curran replied that since Viscount Wellington had come to inspect the camp yesterday afternoon, until now they had not seen any nobles of the rank of Viscount of the Third Legion come to inspect it, and several of the barons wanted to inquire about the situation, but they were all stopped by the guards of His Royal Highness's villa, which made some bad rumors seem to have been heard in the army.

"When will we be able to fight again, in the last battle, I only hacked two Wendland's off-crumbs, it's really not fun!"

Erie said that he had picked up two heads in the charge - at least that's what he said, and was looking forward to the battle ahead.

"I don't want to fight anymore."

Curran replied in a whisper, he had been having nightmares lately, in which the Wendland soldier who couldn't see his face pierced his chest with a single shot, and another soldier immediately decapitated his own head, and he could see the scene of the two armies fighting in the swirling vision, blood and fire spreading throughout the world, it was like a demon's abode.

"Hey, isn't this Lord Wellington?"

Erie's words brought Curran back to his senses, and he saw Lord Wellington coming this way on horseback, and he seemed to be a little weak in his usual majesty, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was a little swaying on his horse.

Curran saw Lord Wellington dismount from his horse, and said a few words to the barons who greeted him, and then there was a chaotic discussion among the barons, but soon, they seemed to have reached a consensus, and they scattered in all directions.

"What's the situation?"

Curran had some bad premonitions, and he saw a baron gather several squad leaders, including the leader of his own squad, and they said a few words, and then returned to their own team.

Curran's boss, a man named Grave, came to Curran and them, his face was very solemn, Curran vaguely remembered that when he was in the Misty Forest, he had only seen Greve's expression show such an expression once, and that was when he informed the Misty Forest of the final battle mission.

"Listen, guys, we're in trouble."

Boss Grave said in a deep voice.

"Wendland's army is attacking this castle, and we need to organize a defensive front."

"Wendland? Where did they come from and how long? ”

Erie asked, a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Wendland is attacking from the south, and it's still half an hour from Keynzburg, guys."

Boss Grave replied, and the atmosphere at the scene dropped to freezing point in an instant, and everyone did not expect that they would be in the battlefield full of death again in half an hour.

"What are you kidding, how did Wendland ****** so fast?"

Curran couldn't help but scold his mother, he didn't know how the defensive front around this was arranged, but an enemy army approached his base camp less than half an hour away before being discovered, no matter how he thought wrong.

"I don't know, but I just know, we have to move quickly, move to the side of the wall, we need to garrison the wall in the southwest, and together with Volibel and Thorgus's team, move quickly!"

Elder Grave gave the order, and everyone stood up and quickly gathered their weapons and armor, while Curran looked at the southern sky.

Pitch-black clouds were hanging over the sky. (To be continued.) )