"It's him." Chen Senran raised his head and looked in the direction of the crow's chirping.

"Who?" Graves looked at the sky as well.

The crow.

"Svein." Chen Senran said slowly.

"Is it him?" Graves looked surprised.

"It's him." Chen Senran lowered his head, pursed his lips and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Bang-" The stone containing the runic energy was ejected from the launcher.

"Bang-" The loaded muskets exploded at the same time.

Guns are fired, swords are chaotic.

Darius stood at the tail end of the black frenzy, letting the bullets and stones flutter and jump at his feet.

He firmly pressed the scarlet axe in his hand to the ground, and looked at the indomitable black iron stream in front of him.

He couldn't help but think of that afternoon yesterday:

"Kala-"

"Bang-" A strange sound sounded outside the tent.

This was followed by a sporadic cacophony.

Closer, there was a denser noise.

It's like a lot of people are arguing there.

"What did you do?" Darius almost gritted his teeth and whispered at Svein.

But Svein looked at him innocently and said, "I'll try, Noxus's luck." ”

"What ?!!" Darius angrily tried to grab Svein by the collar, but he forcibly held back, turned and lifted the curtain and walked outside.

Although he has a short temper, he is definitely not a reckless man, he knows that it is useless to be angry with Svein here, if the camp is really bombed outside, then there is really no way to recover.

Walking briskly into the camp, he finally knew where the noise was coming from.

As soon as I saw that scene. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

I saw that in the harbor next to the barracks, a group of soldiers were scuttling the few remaining ships one by one, a group of people blocking the vital point, and more people tried to break through the group of people to stop the crazy act of scuttling the boats.

"Are you crazy?" A leading soldier roared excitedly at the soldiers who stood in his way.

"We're just doing what we're told." One of the officers in the way looked blankly at the soldiers in front of them, several times their size, with his hand already on the knife at his waist.

Obviously, it means to cut it if you step forward again.

"Whose orders are you?" An officer in the opposition frowned and asked, "He was still somewhat sensible as an officer."

Such a crazy thing to scuttle a boat. In such a sensitive period, it is definitely not a small officer on the other side who dares to do this on his own.

"Upper." The officer who pressed the knife replied without a trace of emotion.

"For what?" The opposition officer was still a little prestigious, and as soon as he spoke, the noisy soldiers all around him fell silent.

"No comment." The officer who pressed the knife replied categorically.

"You ......" The opposition officer was also a little annoyed for a moment.

At this time, more soldiers found out about the situation here, and they all gathered, and the atmosphere became more solemn for a while.

"Get out of the way, you get out of the way, you can't do that." One soldier shouted again.

"yes, you can't do that. Are you crazy? Get out of here, otherwise, don't blame Lao Tzu for being rude. More soldiers chimed in.

But the resistance soldiers remained indifferent, and even as the soldiers gathered more and more, they had to unsheath their knives and threaten the people around them not to come any closer.

"Hey, you dare to show your grandfather and me, do you know who Lao Tzu is. Seven battalions Zoro, the sword king is me. You're fucking impatient, aren't you? A scarface's face was twisted with a centipede-like scar, and when he raised his hand, a long knife was also unsheathed.

With him as a demonstration, the other soldiers naturally followed suit.

"Sonorous—"

"Sonorous—"

"Sonorous-" For a while, there was the sound of a long knife coming out of its sheath.

There was a dead silence by the harbor, and the atmosphere was frozen to the point of suffocation.

Only the sound of the boat being scuttled was heard one after another.

"Are you going to let me or not? They are all their own brothers, and if they really want to do it, it is not good-looking. The opposition officer, who spoke first, had also drawn his sword. His face sank as he issued an ultimatum to the already completely vulnerable Resistance soldiers.

"Please stand back." But the officers of the opposition still said that.

At the same time, there was an even more intolerable scene in the harbor, where the soldiers were dumping grain and fresh water.

It's simply ......

I want their lives!!

"Get out of the !!" Finally, someone in the opposition could not hold their breath and began to wave the long knife in their hands to step forward.

"Don't force us to !!"

"You ......"

"Tear--" Someone finally came out with a knife, and he slashed at the head of the Resistance's rectangular pipe with great ferocity.

If this knife is solid, then ......

"Boom-"

"Poof—"

There was a loud explosion in the air. At the same time, the man who drew the knife suddenly separated his body.

There was a moment of silence in the crowd, followed by a longer silence.

No one dared to speak.

Because the one who shared the unlucky corpse was a scarlet tomahawk.

A tomahawk belonging to Darius.

"You're all reversed, aren't you?" The crowd was silent, except for the voice of Darius.

The crowd moved out of the way, and Darius, dressed in a scarlet cloak, slowly walked in from the perimeter.

Many people watched him and stopped, but finally it was the opposition officer who spoke.

"General, this matter ......" He looked at Darius, hoping that Darius would give him and everyone an explanation.

After all, this is really a thing that affects the morale of the military.

Darius did not answer him directly, but walked in front of him step by step, came to the officer of the resistance, and then looked at him, and said to him, word by word, and to everyone: "This matter, I give orders." ”

This matter, I ordered.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at him with an incredible look. Many people even looked like they didn't know him at all, and their eyes were full of despair.

"Will ...... General, you ......" The opposition officer was also a little unable to accept this answer, he could not understand it at all, this was ......

For what?

"You must want to ask me why I'm doing this, right?" Darius smiled a little. But he smiled a little helplessly.

He kind of understood what Svein meant, how high is my prestige?

Svein, are you really not overestimating me?

There was silence all around, everyone waiting for an explanation.

And the sabotage over there is still going on.

"Let them stop first." Darius said abruptly to the officers of the Resistance.

"Yes." The officer did not object this time, he gestured behind him, and soon the sabotage work behind him stopped.

"Can anyone tell me how many years Ionia has been fighting this battle?" Darius picked up the tomahawk he had just killed and held it under his feet.

Drop by drop, the blood was flowing.

"Tick-"

"Tick-"

Dripping in the suffocating air, there was an incomparably murderous silence.

"No one?" Darius repeated.

The midday sea breeze blows. There was a hint of coldness.

"I ...... I know it. Finally one of the soldiers raised his hand and said, "Seventeen years, seventeen years and eight months to be exact, began in August of the one hundred and ninety-eighth year of the New World calendar, when the wheat of Noxus was still green. ”

The soldier who spoke was already old, and his face had been sharpened by the years and the wind and frost of war, but he could still vaguely see the handsomeness of his youth from between his eyebrows. I think that the year he came was still in his prime.

But this island took away the best years of his life.

"Seventeen years and eight months. Very well, then let me ask you again, do you still want to fight for another seventeen years and eight months? Darius spoke very slowly at this time, and he looked at every face, young or vicissitudes, extremely serious.

"I don't want to." The veteran was the first to shout this.

"I don't want to."

"I want to go home."

"I want to go home too."

"I miss my mom."

A lot of people say that.

"Good, I want to go home too. Everyone wants to go home, but I scuttled the boat, for what? Without waiting for anyone to answer, Darius said, "Because I will tell you." This time, this time, we end this long damned war, we can't let our children and grandchildren not even go home, we, either die or win, understand? Do you understand!? ”

Still no one answered, silent, but everyone's eyes began to change.

"The Ionians will come to us in the afternoon, and I will destroy all other food and water, and give you only three days' worth left, and I hope that you will not starve to death, but to die in battle." Darius's voice was low, "I hope that all of us can return home alive." ”

"Alive......"

"Alive."

"Alive—"

"Alive!!" Finally someone yelled loudly.

"Alive!!" More people roared.

Darius sighed and waved his hand at the officer behind him.

"Bang-" The scuttling continued.

"Bang-" A loud thud pulled Darius back to reality.

He looked at the scene of the continuous fighting in front of him, suddenly raised the scarlet battle axe, and shouted, "Alive!! ”

"Alive!!"

In countless responses, Darius roared and struck, blasting a boulder containing the power of runes into powder with an axe.

"Alive." Chen Senran whispered this simple word, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"How?" Graves squinted his eyes and smoked a cigar as he watched the battle unfold.

"It's really ruthless." Chen Senran said in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

It's really high. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

I don't think I'm human.

How could I upset her.