There was silence all the way, and the squad leader frowned with an uninteresting grin. He knew that in the past, whether it was his own team or other teams, they chatted and laughed all the way to Ann, making people completely unable to control their mouths, but now it is really quiet, but it is very depressing. But there is no way to do it yourself, now everyone doesn't even know if they can see the sun tomorrow, in this case, no one has the heart to laugh.

Dure, dead silence, that's how little York feels now. There was no bustle of the previous discussions, and there was no nostalgia for talking about family, only endless silence, so silent that there was no noise except for the footsteps of walking and the sound of rubbing between clothes. He wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but little York didn't know how to speak. This trip to the front line is just the beginning of a large-scale event in the game, but in the eyes of these NPCs, it is really a dead end. In the past, everyone talked about the future of being able to return home alive, rather than the military department handing out pensions to their families. Now they are unknown, life and death are unknown.

Little York sighed, turned on the video system, and began to look around. Because I can't move around freely now, I can only record the people I can see in the video. After the battle, these living people in front of them may become cold names written in the list of the dead, or even just a number. And what they are doing now is just to leave evidence that they once existed, although this evidence, the people of this world, can never see.

Looking at the people in front of him in silence, Little York silently recited their names in his heart, recalled the previous interviews, and connected them with the people in front of him. Maybe it's just a day, maybe it's goodbye. Most of the people in front of him had blank expressions and pale faces, even Smith, who was very confident before, was gritting his teeth and holding a wooden gun in his hand, without the confidence and freedom of the interview.

Sighing, little York sighed in his heart: "This shit war." "As soon as I finished thinking about it, I thought about it: no, this doesn't affect me. Although this is the truth, the surrounding atmosphere still infects little York. Without such futile exclamations, little York threw himself wholeheartedly into his work as a war correspondent, even though the people around him did not know about it.

Hurrying in silence, the militia battalion finally reached its intended position at noon. Under the constraints of the orders handed down from above, no matter how scared they were in their hearts, everyone was already standing in the corresponding position. Looking at the Camilla Kingdom army that had also been lined up not far away, Little York swallowed. No one knew how many people there were on the other side, and when little York looked over, he also had a black head, and the arrangement was neat, and the weapons in his hands were no better than his own iron and wooden guns. Looking at the banner on the opposite side, it was neither the national flag of the Camilla Kingdom, nor the family emblem of the lord who was at war with the Count of Hydrangea, then it seemed that it should be the army of the Palasha Empire, the suzerainty of the Camilla Kingdom.

Little York looked at the army on the other side and guessed that they should also be conscripted militiamen, the same as his own side. It's strange that little York suddenly thought of something: logically speaking, the militia can only be used as a logistics or reserve for escorting supplies at most, and there will be no situation where the militia will be directly sent to the battlefield. And the two armies of the country's regular army, the expeditionary force and the city defense army, which were supposed to be the main combat strength, did not even see a shadow. It's weird, it's really weird. Little York thought.

But no matter how unreasonable this is, since you are already standing here, you have to fight for the sake of activities. Little York swallowed. As an otaku who grew up in a relatively peaceful country, he didn't even fight, but now he is standing on the battlefield. Although I kept telling myself in my heart that this was just a game, this was just a game...... But the battle array on the opposite side had been set up, and the weapons in his hands had already pointed to this side.

Inexplicably, little York thought, will the other side be as nervous as his side? Everyone is temporarily recruited, it is impossible that there is no reaction at all. Thinking about it, little York was amused by himself, and suddenly he was not so nervous anymore. Perhaps, there are players on the other side who are just like you. Little York thought: I see, because players will basically not participate in the game in the high position or regular army, in order to allow everyone to participate in the activity instead of limiting the activity to a few players who are fortunate enough to become high-level players, so the militia will be sent first?

Thinking so, little York's hand stopped shaking, and the whole person calmed down, and after taking a deep breath, he tightened the wooden gun in his hand, and the hand holding the gun became more powerful.

The commanders on both sides drove forward and reached the center of the two armies to begin negotiations. Little York looked at the center of the battlefield, both sides seemed to be excited, and the sound of the voice could even be faintly heard by himself, not only that, the commanders of both sides kept pointing and drawing in their hands, and the horsewhips in their hands were whirring. Little York looked at the commanders on both sides whose faces were flushed from the quarrel, and guessed that if the two were not far apart, it is estimated that the horsewhip in his hand would not be swinging into the air but at the other party's face.

It is clear that this time the negotiations broke out unhappily. The commanders of both sides did not dare to be too presumptuous, and really hit each other, after all, if there was a real fight, no one could guarantee that the army behind them would not rush directly. Therefore, they turned their horses and rushed to their own military formations. Watching the war commander's horse walk back to the military formation, his cheeks, which had been flushed with anger before, still had a hint of red, and there was also a bead of sweat on his head, and his hand held the horse whip hard, and the green tendons were rising. It could be seen that even though he had walked back, the battle leader was still very angry.

As soon as he returned, the commander of the war group gave the order to the captains who had gathered around, and then the captains returned to their respective brigades and gave orders to the captains who were waiting there, and in a few moments, little York received the order: keep in formation and move forward.

Accompanied by the beat of the drums, little York, according to what he had learned in training, walked step by step towards the center of the battlefield with his companions around him, and the orders on the opposite side seemed to be the same, and the militia on both sides walked towards each other with the drums of their own armies. This seems to be an attempt to put pressure on the opposing side through a neat formation, prevent the opposing soldiers from panicking, and lower the morale of the opposing side.

When the distance between the two sides was only nearly a hundred meters, little York only felt that he was suddenly enveloped by something, and his blood suddenly rushed to his head, his eyes became red like bloodshot, and his originally closed mouth began to open, leaking out canine teeth, like a beast facing a challenger.

"Sure enough, evil gods, you are really doing ghosts!" Suddenly, an angry roar came from the battle array where he stretched out, and there was also a shout: "Praise the sun!" Raindrops of light began to fall from the sky, falling on the heads of the militia below, and merging into their bodies. It was as if someone had stuffed a snowball into his clothes in the middle of winter, and little York shivered and suddenly came to his senses.