In an out-of-the-way place like Yorktown, early death is common, even if it's famous for its wellness and vacations.

When Bedounath was eight years old, his father died of his injuries during a winter hunt.

On the same day, Bedounat and Madame Punk picked up Nana at the door of the tavern.

The mother and son saw this as a continuation and manifestation of his father's will, and adopted Nana with gratitude.

Soon, they discover that Nana is blind, but that doesn't stop them from liking Nana.

But the weight on Bedounat's shoulders suddenly increased.

Meat had to be added to the tavern's purchases, as well as a moderate amount of milk and fruit. For this reason, Bedounat also learned early to manage the tavern and take care of Nana.

Although life was hard, the relationship between the family became closer.

Even in a remote place like Yorktown, it is also subject to the jurisdiction of the lords, and being governed means that the possibility of war is greatly increased.

The more he grew up, the more melancholy grew between Bedounat's brows.

When he was sixteen years old, news of Baron Rubo's recruitment of strong men spread from several surrounding villages, and he gradually learned the cause of the war.

The appetite of the aristocracy is always unsatisfied, and the weak Baron Rubo is a piece of fat in someone else's mouth.

What is even more tragic is that the lazy, incompetent and greedy baron, trying to fight left and right in that war, is exposed, and the repeatedly jumping grass becomes a victim of no shelter and support.

Under the aristocratic system, if Baron Rubo did not have enough force to resist, then anyone in his territory could come and plunder it. If Yorktown is taken over by other nobles, they will most likely not survive the next winter under brutal exploitation

As a result, there are not many options left in front of Bedounat.

Or, like everyone else, run away with your family. Or join the army.

Bedounath eventually chose to join the army of the barons, who had little hope.

For in the case of the Bedounat family, an older woman, a blind girl, and a boy who was about to reach adulthood would not survive if they left the tavern, which had been in business for many years, even if they fled to other territories.

Thankfully, Bedounath's extraordinary talent began to play a role.

Wisdom, intuition, passion, kindness.

All of these valuable qualities were used by him to unite his teammates, proving in more than a dozen battles that Baron Rubo's army deserved such a territory.

The Marquis, to whom Baron Rubo belonged, noticed the unusual young man and released his "kindness"

"If you are willing to join the war sequence in Far Eastern City on behalf of Baron Rubo, then I am willing to accept Baron Rubo back under my command and become his protector. ”

Half threatening and half tempting, Bedounath reluctantly came to Far Eastern City.

Far Eastern City represents another level of struggle, and here Bedounath thinks more.

What is he fighting for?

Maybe it's for his family, but he vaguely feels that it's for more people's families.

According to the saying of the short-lived human empire that flourished four hundred years ago, it was to protect the family and defend the country.

Tonight, during the joint raid of the three churches, Bedounath sensed something special about this raid.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately sorted out the chaotic army and pointed his troops towards the center of Far Eastern City.

He sat on a tall horse, and looked at the dazed and noisy soldiers below in the flickering light of the fire.

Bedounath knew exactly what the soldiers were thinking, because he had come from that time.

And all the doubts of these soldiers, after refining and sifting, there is only one: why should we save the army of those dukes?

He took a torch from the soldiers beside him so that the soldiers below him could see his face.

"My friends, I know that you are reluctant to come to the aid of the Dukes who see us as cannon fodder, and even I am not willing to go. Watching these high-flying adults suffer may be more exciting than a hearty victory, but I have to say that this is a dangerous thought.

Privately, we look down on these lords, and even insult them on the street, and no one can do anything to you, but now, whether you are willing or forced, we are all on the same front, and if we retreat, it is everyone who is associated with this front, dukes, marquises, counts, and your parents, wives, and children who suffer from it. ”

"Now that we're here, the responsibility for the safety of our homes has fallen on us. Everyone has the right to choose whether to take on these responsibilities or not to take on them, because your life is yours alone, and it is up to you to decide where to spend your life. But I can tell you plainly, I can give everything for my homeland. ”

Bedounat's horse fell silent.

"Now, those who are willing to fight for the rear, come with me. ”

Bedounath is different from the generation to generation, born aristocracy. He had seen the happiness and suffering of all the soldiers, and he knew what they cared about and wanted.

Stability and glory.

Of course, that's what he wants.

So, as he drew his riding gun, he heard the gradual roar behind him.

This was much more useful than the provocative speech of Archduke Frederick.

In such a heavy and passionate atmosphere, Bedounat led the Viscount Baron and the Northern Army to rush into the chaotic battlefield.

The pupils in the Church army suddenly narrowed.

With their knowledge of the lazy ways of the free country, these armies, untouched by the war, must have been happy to stand idly by.

The gods have an unparalleled advantage in grasping people's hearts.

Fortunately, the church commander also had a plan for such a situation.

He backhanded a flare into the sky.

Bright red fireworks exploded in the sky.

Duke Sandfox and Grand Duke Frederick did not stop them, and allowed the church to summon reinforcements.

"Oh, the inside should be together, the inside should be. It's a pity that Viscount Montero is still a little unbreathable, and the remaining two coalition forces have to suffer a little. But in the big picture, I very much agree with his approach. Duke Sand Fox looked at the outside of the Far Eastern City with a smile and asked, "Grand Duke, what do you mean, wait?"

"Wait. Archduke Frederick was equally unhurried. "Tearing up the agreement, a one-time divine weapon, paid such a big price, their purpose is definitely not as simple as breaking through the city gates. Rather than being frightened in the future, it is better to dig out their purpose while the situation is still under control. Archduke Frederick's gaze roamed through the army of the church in the city. "However, the army's battle losses are indeed a bit high. ”

The Church's army, stubbornly resisting the Duke's army, which was gradually finding its rhythm, began to move in one direction less obviously.

"How far is it?" the church commander asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead and raising his voice.

"Less than a kilometer. A priest said with a crystal ball in his hand and his eyes closed.

"I hope the gods will bless us a little longer. Third Squadron! When you have enough rest, you will go to the northeast to fill the gap!"

"Why don't we infiltrate as an elite squad, that would be efficient enough, right?" said the priest, puzzled.

The commander reluctantly explained, "We have a way to detect infiltrators, and these dukes are the same. Only under the cover of large-scale forces will we have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and implement the plan. ”

This is the psychological game of both sides. The dukes bet that the Church army would be able to stop the church until they had achieved their ultimate goal, while the church army was gambling that the dukes would not do anything until they had revealed their purpose.

As for the casualties of ordinary troops, they did not pay attention to them. For them, soldiers are nothing more than consumables in the plan, and as long as they can achieve their goals, it doesn't matter if they are wiped out.

It's a pity that there is such a different species as Bedounat.

Bedounath was on the move, and his command of the arrows, sharp and unpredictable, always found the perfect entry point, broke the structure of the battle line in one fell swoop, and then rushed to the next location.

Perhaps Nana's unparalleled command genius is answered here.

As the heralds heard one bad news after another, the face of the church commander couldn't help but turn ugly.

"Where did this commander come from! Their uniforms are simply a ragtag army!"

"I think it's what they call the Viscount Barons United. The priest shrugged.

"Combined! What are they doing here instead of guarding the city gates! And those follow-up troops! Are they attacking the kingdom of some true god!" The commander was furious and received the news of a node rout again.

"How far are we from the goal?" the commander looked viciously at Bedounat, who was galloping back and forth on a tall horse, as if trying to screw his head off.

"About seven hundred meters. ”

"Seven hundred meters!" The commander hesitated slightly, and immediately made up his mind, saying: "We can't wait any longer, let the special attack team break away from the large force and attack." ”

The two dukes in the sky naturally noticed a small force that suddenly accelerated in the church army.

"Well, it looks like that's what they're for. Is there anything there?" Duke Sand Fox asked, a little confused.

"Hostel, snacks. Maybe they just want to sleep somewhere else in the middle of the night. Archduke Frederick said unconcernedly. "Anyway, as long as we catch them. ”

Duke Sand Fox nodded, and together with Archduke Frederick, they turned into two flames and flew towards the small unit.

On the other side, Bedounat also saw this special unit heading to the residential area...