The war goes on and on, as if there is no end to it.

The heights were constantly being seized by soldiers on both sides, and you came and went, repeating what had just happened.

The way of fighting is also very mechanical, one side seizes the high ground, the other side immediately calls for artillery fire, first washes it with shells, and then throws itself into the new army, and attacks it in one go. But before the high ground was warmed up in his hands, and the defensive line had not yet been organized, the enemy's shells fell, and then new troops were thrown in to retake the high ground. Cycle after cycle, constantly reincarnated in occupation and loss.

The heights of the 12th Brigade of the former Expeditionary Force were the storm center of this war, like a huge meat grinder, frantically harvesting lives.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, in more than 20 hours, both sides have invested at least 200,000 troops in this place with a diameter of less than 500 meters.

At this moment, the scene of the battlefield is difficult to describe in words, and what the eyes see is so cruel and bloody. Perhaps only by using numbers can we get a glimpse of it.

The area with a diameter of 500 meters, calculated using the square formula of a circle, is about 1.5 million square meters. The casualty rate on both sides is close to ninety-five percent, that is, there is a corpse every few meters.

Fortunately, the weather is getting colder now, and the corpse is not easy to decompose. If it was placed in summer, there would already be a swarm of flies and a stench of corpses.

The soldiers could no longer tell whether the corpses they were stepping on were those of their companions or those of the enemy. In this square inch, there is only one thing in their eyes, and that is to kill people who are different from the color of their clothes.

However, this is just an insignificant speck of dust in the history of the Red Clay Continent's war, and it can't even stir up a wave in the long river of history.

You must know that in the last war, 470 million people died in the Central Wilderness Battlefield alone, and the total number of people killed in the other battlefields combined, because the total number of people who died directly or indirectly in this war exceeded 650 million.

In comparison, 200,000 lives are just a drop in the bucket.

The fighting, which lasted from early morning to late at night, was supposed to continue, but was stopped by a sudden heavy snowfall.

Snowflakes fell in the night sky, as light and white as goose feathers, and slowly fell on the epaulettes of soldiers.

Everyone subconsciously stopped fighting and enjoyed this moment of tranquility and beauty.

"Master, it's snowing."

"Lord Commander, do you want to go out for a walk?"

For the first snow of the year, both the chief maid and the deputy commander showed girlish liveliness.

Chen Xing nodded, and after more than 20 hours of continuous combat command, he was also a little tired. The chief maid brought him a great fashion and clothed him. Because it was a war, Chen Xing did not bring other maids out, and the deputy commander consciously took on the responsibility of a maid, brought a scarf to wrap around him, and then the three of them walked out of the military tent together.

The cold wind blows in your face, and the snowflakes melt on your face, but it has a refreshing feeling.

Looking up, a thin layer of snow was spread on the weathered rocks, and the sky and earth were pure white, as if you had stepped into another world.

Chen Xing walked to the edge of the cliff and stretched out his hands, feeling the coolness of the snowflakes falling into his palms.

The two women stood behind him, quietly looking at the snowy night sky. The pupils gradually lose focus, become ethereal, and come out of the dust.

An indescribable calm permeates the surrounding space, as if time stands still, and there is only a frozen picture.

Under this situation, Chen Xing suddenly thought that if he could chant two lines of poetry now, he might be more suitable for the situation, but it was a pity that he was a rough soldier and would not know those sunny spring and white snow.

But without saying a word, it seemed very boring, so

He didn't have anything to say. I saw him staring straight ahead, and asked lightly, "Do you have dreams?" ”

With wind, snow, and beautiful women, it's a great time to discuss life.

Seeing Yuecanglian's answer was quick, almost without thinking, "As a court maid, the dream is to always be by the master's side and bring health and pleasure to the master. ”

A very standard palace maid-style answer, but this is not what Chen Xing wants.

"This is the dream of all court maids. I would like to know, what is your personal dream? Afraid that the other party would not understand, Chen Xing added, "As a woman, or the eldest daughter of the Jianyue family." ”

Seeing that the moon Canglian looked up at the falling snowflakes, thought for a moment, then looked at Chen Xing, and replied, "The master's dream is Canglian's dream." ”

Although this answer is also a court maid, it sounds particularly heartwarming, as if the wind and snow are no longer cold, and they are filled with warm sun.

Chen Xing couldn't help but stretch out his hand and put his arm around the maid's waist. The latter naturally leaned on his shoulder.

Xiang Caidie on the other side seemed to be in a trance, completely ignoring the intimate movements of the two, and after a long while, he said quietly, "Before the age of ten, my dream was to be able to eat enough and wear warm ......."

"Before the age of twenty, my dream was to become a good mercenary, to get a black watch, to live with dignity, and no longer to be looked down upon......"

"Before the age of thirty, my dream was to become a person like Hua Po and lead the North Bridge Regiment and the Iron Sisters to continue to move forward......"

Speaking of this, she sighed and let out a hot breath, "Now, I don't know what my dream is......"

There was a hint of unspeakable loneliness in his voice.

Chen Xing couldn't help but be a little surprised, he didn't expect that this usually smug old virgin would also have a sentimental side.

But he could understand the other party's feelings, the light of Yeyang Bailiu had completely covered this senior sister, the future of the Iron Sisters had been handed over to the Great Priest, and the Beiqiao Regiment was facing disbandment.

The dreams of the past have also faded.

At the same time, he also understood why the other party was addicted to desire, perhaps because he could no longer find a direction in life, and could only pin his hopes on physical happiness.

"Xiang Caidie......" Chen Xing stretched out his hand towards the frustrated woman. The other party was visibly stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"The head of the Beiqiao Regiment, the deputy commander of the Northern Alliance Expeditionary Force, and the double-knife female mercenary riding the Flame Bull!"

The calm and powerful voice came into her ears, as if it had magical power, making the woman's eyes widen involuntarily, and her pupils gradually dilated.

"I'm Chen Xing, and I want to invite you to fight the world together!"

This sentence, like an arrow, runs through the woman's heart.

"I, I'm ......" she was a little overwhelmed.

"Give me your dreams, okay?" Chen Xing stared at the woman's eyes, his gaze was sharp, as if it penetrated her heart.

Xiang Caidie was stupid.

"Is that okay?" Chen Xing asked, his eyes full of lethality.

Gradually, a flame ignited in the dilated pupils.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh......"

"We're going to build a country, a country that belongs to mercenaries!" Chen Xing made a loud noise.

"Uh-huh!"

From the beginning of the subconscious nod, to the firm, powerful nod, like

The flame of hope has been rekindled.

"When the time comes, you will be our Marshal of the Protector." "Uh-huh~" "I will make you the Grand Duke of Beiqiao!" "Uh-huh~"

Although she was just painting a big pie, the woman was convinced, her heart was beating faster, her face was red, her eyes were shining, and her emotions were extremely excited.

After a while, the sales manager returned to the military tent after enjoying the snow, lying on the sofa, drinking the rice wine warmed by the maid, while enjoying the service of the future Grand Duke of Beiqiao......

Although Xiang Caidie is forty years old, he is already very young for the powerhouses of the Holy Domain. Heaven-defying qualifications like Seeing Moon Canglian and Lacey, who advanced to the Holy Realm at the age of twenty, are rare in the whole world, and there is no one in ten thousand, basically counting them on ten fingers.

The lifespan of a Sacred Domain powerhouse greatly surpasses that of ordinary people, especially those who advance to the Sacred Domain at the age of forty, they will maintain very good cell vitality, even if they only stay at this stage in their lives, they will have a lifespan of two or three hundred years.

Forty-year-old Xiang Caidie's cell vitality is equivalent to that of an ordinary woman at the age of twenty. It's just that the wind and frost in those eyes can't be hidden, revealing the truth of age.

But then again, a mature woman has the charm of a mature woman. The twenty-eight girl is a freshly picked apple, crisp and sweet, cold and thirst-quenching, and a mature woman is a ripe honeydew melon, soft and mellow, intoxicating.

The tenderness of a mature woman is something that a girl can't give. Because the girl has not experienced wind and frost, like a blank piece of paper, she is naturally not as empathetic as a mature woman, and knows how to ask for warmth.

Following the personal experience in the past few months, Chen Xing's evaluation of Xiang Caidie is "durable, and the desire is difficult to fill".

Due to her long career as a mercenary, Xiang Caidie's muscles are very developed, and her lines are like that of a female leopard.

Compared with other women, Suna can't see obvious muscles, seeing that the muscles of the moon canthus are relatively slender, the lines are soft, looming, and the white willow skeleton of Yeyang is larger, stronger than ordinary women, but the lines are also feminine and soft.

Xiang Caidie is between male and female, with lumpy muscles, clear lines, obvious bulges, and a bit hard to the touch. Of course, it won't be as exaggerated as a muscular man who specializes in fitness, but it's not as soft as the average woman, so it's another taste.

Chen Xing remembered that another woman also had a similar muscle group, that is, Aqiaomu, but Xiang Caidie had very little fat and a vigorous body, while Aqiaomu would be a little plump and have more rounded lines.

They all have one thing in common, they are good at close combat.

As for the latter sentence, it is indeed in response to the famous saying that a woman is thirty like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. However, Xiang Caidie didn't dare to take the initiative, even if she endured it, she would only wait passively. Chen Xing saw through this, so he deliberately hung her appetite and made her hungry, but he didn't dare to say half a word to him or make half a request.

The advantage of this is that Xiang Caidie can be firmly controlled.

But in fact, even if he doesn't use such means, Xiang Caidie is unlikely to betray him. The two sides have too deep a relationship, and their interests are entangled with each other, so it doesn't make much sense to just add a lock to the safe. I don't know why, Chen Xing just likes to look at Xiang Caidie's depressed appearance, and there is an indescribable pleasure.

The next morning, the snow stopped.

On the three-dimensional tactical map, more and more red arrows are gathered together, as if preparing for a big battle.

"It seems that Qin Wu can't sit still." Chen Xing pressed his palms on the table and said in a deep voice, "Attention units, prepare for a decisive battle!" ”

The movements of the coalition forces were soon reflected on the map, and Qin Wu threw in all the remaining troops, a total of twenty-seven divisions, five brigades, and more than 400,000 men.