Curran. Gibson was a soldier of Astre for only three years, and if it was in peacetime, he would retire peacefully after ten years of service, get a good retirement allowance, and then rely on this money to open a craft shop in his hometown town, marry an ordinary country woman, and live this ordinary and stable life. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, the outbreak of war caught him off guard.

In fact, no one could have predicted this war.

As a new country, the general impression of the people of Astre is still stuck in the poor situation of the common people who could not even eat a few decades ago, and they have never imagined that this small country in the south of Astor will one day attack them.

Despite the occasional friction at the border, and the clamor for many political agreements and negotiations, Curran . Gibson still doesn't think any country would go to war so casually.

However, the truth is so unforgiving.

At the turn of the moon of red leaves and the moon of the falling stars, when the blue moon Elslan and the silver moon Eustia rotated, Wendland's army suddenly crossed the border between the two countries on all fronts, and the horn of war woke up the sleeping Asterl army, these troops who have been stationed on the border for many years have long lost their former vigilance, and even many people think that this is another harassment.

However, when they put on their armor and took their weapons to prepare for battle, many soldiers realized that they were wrong.

They were not faced with the stragglers of the past, but against the regular army of Wendland, the ammunition of the Federation's newest Type 79 Mana Battery, and after resisting for hours by night and fortifications, this group of Astor garrisons was crushed by Wendland's iron hooves as the first casualties of the war.

The war has been going on for almost a month, and the southern border of Astor can be said to have completely fallen, and the Trestan Fortress, which is known as the "Fortress of Immortality", has also been breached by Wendran, Curran has heard others say that Aster's little princess is still in the fortress, and her whereabouts are still unknown, and he is also worried about Her Royal Highness the Princess, but Curran knows that what he has to face is no better than what Her Royal Highness has encountered.

It had been two weeks since they entered the Misty Forest, and according to the orders from above, they practiced guerrilla tactics, with riders and scouts luring the enemy and then letting the archers who formed a squad attack, relying on this method, they at least did not have to be subjected to the relentless artillery fire of Wendland as they did on the plains of Trestan and did not have to worry about the lightning-fast Wendlan cavalry suddenly rushing out from the flank.

However, relying on this guerrilla warfare, although they will not be so easily defeated, they will not be able to shake the large force of Wendland, Curran knows that they are only consuming the troops sent by the enemy to explore, and the real army, the feared Wendland 7th Mobile Armored Division, cannot be overcome by relying on current tactics.

Yesterday he saw Kelvin. Viscount Wellington entered the camp with two young men, a man and a woman, and then led them into General Strass's tent, and then, as if there was some commotion on the north side of the camp, he and his companions were speculating about what had happened, and then he saw General Strass and Viscount Wellington, and the two young men hurrying to the direction of the commotion.

Then, not long after the afternoon, Curran saw General Strass leading a small group of men and horses towards the northern forest, he didn't know whether to ask about it, but seeing that Viscount Wellington was still methodically directing the other teams, Curran didn't take this matter to heart.

"Those two people may be the nobles who are in distress and came to defect to the general, but now the nobles are useless, only the general can still hold this small place."

Bol of the same squad. Griffin quipped that he had enlisted in the army two years before Curran, and that he was already a veteran, having participated in the battle of the Northern Rangers against the mountain bandits four years earlier, and that he was a fellow with battlefield experience. Therefore, it is not like the fuss of Colan when he is new to the battlefield.

"Now the nobles are unreliable, I heard that the noble lords of the Mordred Plateau have run out!"

"Really?"

Curran knew that Bol, as a veteran, would occasionally attend battle meetings with his captain, so he could get some of the latest information, but he still couldn't believe that the lords, who were supported by taxes, would simply abandon their lands and castles.

"That's right, the west side is all finished, and the fortress in the middle is gone, and now we are the only ones who are still guarding this forest, but let's retreat quickly, otherwise when the bastards of Wendland come from the forest in the west, everyone will really be done."

Bol said solemnly that his knowledge of the battle situation was not comprehensive, but that did not affect his judgment.

"So the general is looking for a way out?"

Curran knew that one day, they would have to evacuate the forest, but how to fight Wendran after the evacuation was not something he could think of as a pawn.

Curran clearly remembered the horror of the Wendland heavy cavalry in the open area, combined with the seemingly eternal artillery bombardment, which was enough to break the psychological defense of any recruit, and now he somewhat admired the defenders of the Trestan Fortress, who could hold on to the artillery fire for so many days, and he might have been frightened on the first night.

"Perhaps, the General naturally has her plans, and we just need to do so and stab the sword into the belly of Wendland's bunnies."

Pol and Curran had a close confrontation with Wendland's forces before entering the forest, Curran only barely survived, while Pol killed two infantrymen, counting the record after entering the forest, Pol already had four Wendran heads, which made Cole very envious.

At the moment, they were eating some thin porridge in a wide-mouth cup, which was still a little disgusting at the beginning of the war, but now they have begun to miss those thick porridges a little, because what they eat now is not so much porridge as soup with a bit of meat scraps, and after the darker and darker bread is put down in the stomach, it can only be said to fill the stomach.

Curran misses the pork pie made by his mother at home, chopping fresh pork, mixing it with the unique spices and diced vegetables of the north and marinating it for a few hours, adding a little butter to fry it until fragrant, and then wrapping it in a dough made of finely ground wheat flour, and putting it in the oven to bake it.

Fortunately, his mother was in the north, which had not yet been invaded by Wendland's army, and Curran had seen many ordinary people whose homes had been ruined along the way, and he had often thought of his mother lately, and the candlelight that flickered in the winter snow, and as the war heated up day by day, this emotion haunted his heart for a long time.

"I said Pol, we ......"

Just as he was about to speak, Curran heard a roar.

This is a roar from the north, the direction of Trahir, the sprout of the World Tree, and a roar from the direction where General Strass left.

Frightened, the soup in his hand almost fell to the ground, Curran hurriedly stood up, he saw that the soldiers around him were also nervous, looking at each other, and when he wanted to ask Pol next to him if he knew what this situation was, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The fog that has shrouded this forest for thousands of years seems to be beginning to dissipate.