Just as Cesar led the rest of his troops to rush towards the enemy's main position without stopping, a melodious sound of the piano suddenly rushed forward. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of the piano is like a thin wave hitting the cliff, scattered and broken, fluttering, in this battlefield full of flesh and blood, fighting and shouting, you can also hear it clearly, just like that faint fragrance of flowers, through the dust and debris in the air, let your heart and lungs refresh.

Who's stroking?

Further back, the sound of the piano suddenly turned high, like iron bones and arrogance, sweeping away all the dust, just to spill blood on the battlefield and defend the country.

After a while, the sound of the piano turned again, and this turn was already a low and mournful voice, like a complaint, as if mourning for the living, crying for the dead, winding the sound continuously, trembling and continuous.

The group was all suspicious, until they rushed to the tent of the main formation, only to see a huge main formation, only a hundred or so escort troops, dressed in gray clothes in the middle of the bow and stroke the qin.

People arrive, the piano stops.

"You're finally here. Ciel slowly raised his head and stared at Cesar quietly: "First meeting, good luck!"

Cesar also stared at him, and replied faintly, "Ah, fortunately." ”

For a long time, both of them stared motionlessly, and the subordinates behind them were also motionless like sculptures, and the breeze kept blowing, but it could not disperse the thick murderous aura between the two.

Hill moved first, he turned his head, the focus of his eyes swept over Kalard and Soldon behind him, as well as the Nord reconnaissance cavalry unit known as the "Wind Cavalry", and then fixed on Cesar again: "Sword of Svadia, I have won!"

Cesar actually smiled knowingly: "Yes, but I didn't lose either." ”

After finishing speaking, the two of them burst out laughing, as if the hearts of both sides were already clear, and only the confusion of the unknown people remained.

"Then let's put it to an end!" said Cesar, laughing havocly, leading the way.

"As you wish!" Hill swiped the strings, and the cracked silk like a crack, and the troops behind him rose like a tide! The sword is one of the weapons rarely used by the Nords, and the Sain family of Sagoth is one of the few swordsmen in the Nord Kingdom. Every heir has to be trained from an early age, even Chris.

"Chris! No! It's not like that!" Soldton scolded loudly, "What a complete fool! How many times have you said that you have to be clean and still when you draw your sword!"

"Yes... Father. The immature child trembled and got up under the reproach of his father, and raised the heavy wooden sword in his hand again: "I will rehearse it again."

The wooden sword in the child's hand is practiced in accordance with the swordsmanship passed down in the family, chopping, cutting, cutting, picking, and stabbing, each move is decent, quite a bit of the father's style.

For the eight-year-old, the most difficult thing is the stabbing in swordsmanship. Because the wooden sword he practiced was too heavy for him, and his immature wrist was not enough to stab the sword out steadily.

Chris didn't give up at all, he gritted his teeth and concentrated all his strength on his wrist as much as he could.

He barely stabbed three times, and the sweat was already soaking through his thin exercise clothes, but he still persisted, he didn't want to disappoint his father again.

No matter how hard and tiring it is, as long as you get your father's approval, it's okay.

Another sword stabbed out, but it was evident that the strength of the wrist had exhausted, and the sword trembled slightly.

Whew――

The wooden sword in Soldton's hand immediately swung in, violently shaking the wooden sword in Chris's hand and flying out of his hand.

"You also call it a stab?" Salton's green tendons burst out: "Didn't you eat? You just started shaking after two stabs? With such a stab, you will only be killed on the battlefield." ”

"Father, I'm 。。。。。。 This wooden sword is too heavy. Chris argued.

"Then start learning to quibble soon!?The sword is too heavy, so you should exercise yourself more! Now start doing 300 push-ups on the spot!"

"Yes。。。。。。 Father. Chris slowly squatted down and began to do push-ups.

"Hey, we are all compatriots of the same mother, how can we be so far behind in terms of qualifications?" Salton sighed regretfully on the side: "When Jeska was his age, he could already use a real sword and a student of the military academy for a long time. Is this the difference between a genius and a mediocre?"

"Hmph. Chris went crazy and did a few quick push-ups in a row, just to make it clear to his father that he was not a mediocre person, and to vent his little resentment against his brother by the way.

That brother who is twelve years older than himself and is incomparably good. The one who dared to go to the Nord Military Academy at the age of eight, graduated from the military academy ahead of schedule at the age of twelve, and became the elder brother of General Nord at the age of twenty.

"My lord, my lord, the army ahead has a messenger to report!" the servant of the house burst in in a panic.

"What's the matter? so flustered. Soldton's face was furious, but after thinking about it, he turned to joy: "Could it be that Jesca's army has broken through the Swadian defenses and taken Suno?"

The servant's breath was just panting, but he hesitated: "No, it is。。。。。 Be.... Young master, he... ”

"What the hell is going on!?" asked Talteron in a hurry.

The messenger said。。。。。。 Say..... The eldest young master, he has already died in the country!"

Boom -

It was as if a thunderbolt exploded in Chris's head, and both ears were filled with buzzing sounds.

He could no longer hear any other sounds, no more screams and screams of his father, no screams of his mother, no panicked expressions of the rest of his family.

He kept doing push-ups, all the time.

As long as he continues to do this, his brother will come back, and the hero who belongs to their whole family will be able to return to his hometown with medals and horses.

Three hundred, four hundred, a thousand?

Chris has forgotten how many of them he did, only the slam of his head on the floor after he finally passed out. The eyes of Venus turned out to be a bit like the fireflies in the sky that night.

"Brother, my father always said I was stupid. Chris looked up at his tall brother.

Jeska looked at the fluttering fireflies flying in the air, gently knocked his head and said with a smile: "Then you are indeed stupid, you have not made any progress after studying for so long." ”

"Brother, what should I do then?" Chris asked worriedly, he was very afraid of his father, especially when his father scolded him harshly: "Am I not suitable for sword practice? Recently, I have been teaching myself flying knives, and I feel that it is much easier to learn than our family's swordsmanship." ”

As he spoke, Chris took out a small throwing knife from his sleeve, and flashed out of his hand with the frosty moonlight flashing in the courtyard.

Jesca's pupils contracted suddenly! His reaction was so fast, as soon as the knife was struck, he immediately leaned forward, stretched out his sword fingers, and clamped the flying knife hard.

Chris was puzzled: "Brother, why do you want to intercept it, do you think I won't shoot?"

Jeska tapped him on the head with the hilt of the throwing knife: "It was I who saw that your knife would definitely hit, so I had to cut it off, remember, no matter how powerful it is, don't easily destroy the beauty of life." ”

Chris snorted as if he didn't understand.

Jeska continued, "But that hand did play beautifully, does Father know?"

Chris nodded in disappointment and said, "Yes, but he said it was just a side door." As a man of the Sain family, swordsmanship is the right way. Then he scolded me again. ”

Jeska actually laughed when he heard this: "It's okay, he's like this, like an old antique." He laughed for a while before he stopped, rubbing his head gently: "The swordsmanship of the Sain family is enough to have a genius inheritance like me! Haha!"

"Hmm. Chris nodded happily: "Brother, are you going to the battlefield tomorrow?"

"yes, I'm going tomorrow. This time it was to regain the lands that had fallen to Svadia. ”

"Isn't fighting a war killing a lot of people? Again, as you said, no matter how strong your strength is, don't easily destroy the beauty of life. When life is gone, how can beauty exist?"

Jeska smiled, and there was a hint of bitterness in that smile: "Sometimes, in order for more people to live a good life, some people take the initiative to sacrifice for it. When you step on the battlefield in the future, you will also understand this truth. ”

"So, brother, will you sacrifice?" Chris suddenly worried.

"Fool, how could I sacrifice that?" Jeska slammed Chris's head hard, "I'm a genius. Maybe I'll be the marshal of Nord in the future! If there is no accident, I won't need to come back for a week!"

Jeska did return, but was transported home as a lifeless corpse. He was supposed to carry all the aura with him, and in the days to come, he would have become the object of worship and the protagonist of legends among the Nords.

But the trajectory of his life came to an abrupt end at the age of twenty, and in a blitzkrieg, he was ambushed by the Swadians.

According to the accounts of fellow officers, Jeska could have led his troops to retreat first, but in order to successfully escape the danger of the large army, he personally led his headquarters as a broken rear force to resist to the death, and fought to the last soldier.

"In order for more people to have a good life, some people take the initiative to sacrifice for it. ”

Jesca's words seemed to linger in young Chris's ears.

But all that was in front of Chris's eyes was a wreckage with no smile, no warmth, and a body full of crossbow arrows.

"Bastard, didn't you say you wouldn't die?" Chris actually pulled the crossbow arrows that went deep into the bones with his hands.

"Get up, get up!"

With a "thud", a crossbow arrow was pulled out by Chris, splashing a little rancid bodily fluid on his face, but he continued to pull the bolts out one by one without realizing it.

"Wake up, aren't you a genius?"

"Hurry up, aren't you going to pass on the swordsmanship of the Sain family?"

"Don't pretend to be dead! Didn't you say you were going to be a marshal!"

"Get up... Fast... Get up... I don't know how long it took, but Chris finally collapsed weakly, his forehead against the cold ground, and his eyes stared at Jesca's corpse in distraction, for a long, long time.

Until his gaze swept over Jesca's right hand, the right hand that had struck his head countless times, was still holding the saber with the crest of the Seon family crest, which was covered with large and small gaps, and was broken.

Even at the last moment of her life, Jeska is still fighting bloodily!