"Stop, raise your hands, command?" several defenders dozens of paces away shouted with muskets in their muskets, aiming at the top and bottom of Varisi's body.

Varisi, who had just escaped death, honestly raised his hands above his head under the nervous gaze of the defenders, and did not dare to make any superfluous movements at all.

Just kidding! If he caused a misunderstanding on the other side, and then was shot indiscriminately and killed, he would die in vain; he Varisi was not afraid of death, but he absolutely did not want to die in such a humiliating way.

"Empire. He also lowered his voice and shouted to the defenders, and after the command was correct, the soldiers on the opposite side were visibly relaxed.

The matter was not over yet, and according to the regulations, Varisi asked rhetorically: "Return order." ”

Reflexively, the defender soldier on the opposite side replied: "Potatoes." ”

At this time, the two sides finally let down all their guards, and after dragging his exhausted body to the fire behind the barricade, he almost collapsed to the ground......

The barricade in which Varisi was now was no longer the one where he had spent the night after he had slain the MONOCULUS, but it was a street of eleven sizes, miles away.

Half a month ago, millions of servants of the new Fuso Kingdom, to everyone's surprise, threw themselves into the street battle of Haksa Fort, an incomparably bloody flesh mill.

Traitors, spies, the shame of the entire Fila Continent, and the relative evil of the Burning Legion, the defenders are even more disgusted and hated by the defenders, regardless of whether they are willing in their hearts or not, but in fact they have completely become lackeys of the Burning Legion.

Even His Majesty Roland IX, who heard the news, gritted his teeth and gave an order not to accept any new Fuso state, the prisoners of the servant troops.

It's a pity that just when the defenders of the Roland Empire were gearing up to give these lackeys a lesson that they would never forget, on the contrary, the other party gave them a huge lesson.

The same language, the same skin color and appearance, and a large number of new Fuso Nation doglegs, disguised as the defenders of the Roland Empire, successfully blended into the positions everywhere, and the defenders of the Roland Empire did not have any precautions for this.

After all, on this huge battlefield at Haksa Fort, I don't know how many scattered formations are wandering, and joining the nearest line of defense on the spot is already a very common move among the defenders.

Later, when the Burning Legion attacked, these lackeys who had infiltrated the defense line suddenly attacked behind the unsuspecting defenders, and the final result of the extremely difficult defense of the defenders was naturally conceivable.

In the previous battle of more than a month, the defenders of the Roland Empire used their own flesh and blood and fearless courage to successfully fight a tug-of-war with the demon army of the Burning Legion, even if a part of the area controlled by the Burning Legion in front of them was consciously given up to the opponent.

But after being overshadowed by these doglegs, in just a few days, a large number of barricades and defensive positions were easily captured by the Burning Legion.

By the time the Roland Empire reacted effectively and re-stabilized the front, the Burning Legion had successfully advanced the front a large margin, and now that most of the area of Haksa Fort was occupied by the Burning Legion, the defenders' range of movement was severely suppressed, and the situation became more and more difficult.

For Valisi, the entire army to which he had belonged before had fallen along with the block he had been fighting for more than a month, and he survived except for the one who had gone out and lurked, and a brigade of 1,000 men was wiped out......

Varisi ate the potatoes in his hand carefully, and even the charred black skin that had been discarded before was now thrown into his mouth without changing his face, and he did not dare to waste anything at all, because it was a great crime for all.

Thanks to the blessing of the gods, in short, until now, the traffic lifeline on the Vorga River is barely smooth.

But since the Burning Legion put more than a dozen large-caliber guns that the defenders did not succeed in blowing up for various reasons, on both sides of the Volga, every shipload of supplies sent into the city had to suffer more losses.

It is no exaggeration to say that now it seems that every potato that Varisi eats and every bullet he shoots has the blood of the logistics troops stained on it, and because of the large number of men killed in battle, the logistics troops of the Roland Empire have long been filled with a large number of young girls......

No matter how careful he was, the daily quota of two potatoes was only a few minutes before he was gnawed clean by Varisi, and at this moment, a thin figure, dragging a musket a little taller than his body, staggered to the fire, beside Varisi.

Looking at the thin figure who was also slumped on the ground, Varisi asked jokingly: "Little Martin, I killed a few demons today, have you been scared to pee your pants again?" ”

Under the light of the fire, the little Martin in the mouth of Valisi, the appearance on his face turned out to be immature and terrifying, and he was only a little boy of no more than thirteen years old.

Little Martin, who collapsed to the ground, struggled to raise a middle finger at Varisi, and then excitedly displayed: "Two, today I killed two demons, one of them is a hellhound and a little ghost." ”

Looking at the bright smile on Martin's face, Varisi didn't just kill two of them, he didn't bother to fire at all, but raised his big hand, stroked the top of Martin's head, and praised sincerely: "The kid did a good job." ”

It was an admirable child, especially when Varisi learned what happened to little Martin.

Martin Jr.'s father was also a sniper, but he was obviously not as lucky as Varysi, and in the days after the street fighting began, he was discovered by the Burning Legion's Cerberus and torn to pieces.

Then the little Martin, holding a musket that he didn't know how to get, asked to join the snipers, and the little boy's motives were purely terrifying:

First, he wants to avenge his father.

Second, in the entire Haksa Fort, only the combatants are now entitled to a fixed supply of two potatoes a day, and for the hundreds of thousands of civilians who are still struggling in the ruins, the Roland Empire is powerless, and little Martin, with a sister who is more than six years old, is stranded in the city......

Maybe it was the blessing of this little guy's father in the spirit of heaven, after participating in the war for more than ten days, little Martin had few results, but it was extremely miraculous that he was still alive.

Watching little Martin greedily finish a potato, then resist the desire and stuff the remaining one into his arms, Varisi made a decision that seemed impulsive.

He said to the little one, "Boy, follow me tomorrow, and I'll teach you a little bit of the trick to live a little longer." ”