This glorious battle of the army group finally ended at dawn, and it decided the ownership of continental hegemony, and this unprecedented victory belonged to Frederick.

At a time when history was turned around, only Frederick's legions were enjoying ecstasy.

In the North, the officer corps is still on watch, Vincent is ready to cry and the president's state funeral, and in the West, Paris is still indulging in a dream of entertainment to death, and they will not hear the thunderbolt of the blue until at least two days later.

Frederick knew that his surprise victory would not surprise anyone at all, for his enemies were overwhelming, and his friends were few. So he had to fight to the death and then show the world a miracle.

It was once said that Prince Ferdinand would not give in.

It was once said that the Great Depression in Germany was incurable.

It was once said that the alliance of the victorious nations is indestructible.

It was once said that the French standing army was invincible.

Today, those people have all shut their mouths, and they have begun to fear Frederick as much as they fear natural disasters, as they fear volcanoes, hurricanes, and death, and they are afraid of this name that rings all over the world.

At one time, Frederick was ridiculed as an ignorant patriot.

Today, standing in a corpse-strewn wilderness, Frederick looked at the dawn of the East with his sword, answering all ridicule, sarcasm, and criticism with might:

"My name is Frederick. I am the emperor of all of you. ”

Frederick faced the rising sun. The beauty of the dawn is unobstructed in front of the hills.

Under the gaze of the red sun, the darkness receded, and the night was as light as an inkpool, and the dark green grassland was covered with a blood-colored dawn. Soldiers in groups of three or five, clad in glow, wandered among the rubble and corpses, helping the wounded and counting the dead.

The ruins of the tank were filled with black smoke, and the broken flag and the broken sword elongated the oblique shadow. Coughing French captives lined up in long lines with rifles. The breathing of the wounded, the nasal sound of war horses, and the thunderous "buzzing" of flies hovering over the corpses all play together as the absolute sound of war.

This land of revival of literature and art is finally soaked in the blood of innocents. The hermit's proverb that resounded in the imperial capital many years ago seemed to echo in the stench of buzzes:

The supreme monarch looks out at the rising sun in the wilderness;

The republican flag was broken in the middle of a pool of blood.

The elegy of the remnant sword, the sound of the dynasty;

The rising sun of the thin hills,

Reflects the glow of gold coins.

The old ballad hits the nail on the head, as if the old prophet who had vanished foresaw today's war many years ago.

The elven prophecy tells people that the supreme monarch, the bloody banner of the republic, and the golden power of the rising sun, these three magnificent images will eventually brew into a battle between heaven and earth. Everybody knows it, they just don't want to see it.

Frank the Great had bled Paris, the Second Republic of France had suffered a crushing defeat to Metz, and Isaac, with capital in his hands, had established a new social order based on the selfishness of everyone.

Did someone foresee history, or did history itself be made by man?

Is the giant wheel of the times that crushes the years tampered with the direction of progress, or is it moving forward according to the established fate?

Frederick recalled the prophecy of the evil sect, and the suspicion in his heart became even stronger.

But he didn't have the time to worry about trivialities. Because he has 30,000 captives to deal with, a bunch of villains to be held accountable, and even more pressing strategic goals to achieve – and most importantly, a broken love to appease.

Frederick turned and walked down the hill, the morning sun sprinkling his cloak so that his front was pitch black like a silhouette.

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The smell of alcohol and blood was in the emergency tents set up by the medical team, and Germany's best surgeons were hunched over the operating table. Behind the white curtain splashed with plum blossoms, a bloody hand kept stretching out, asking for scissors and tweezers, boiling water and wet wipes. The instrument nurse was busy.

When Griffith was carried into the emergency tent, he had lost so much blood that he was unconscious. The medical team has been rescuing for almost half an hour.

Filia sat outside the tent, her helmet on the bench beside her, her supple red hair spilling over her shoulders. She buried her face in the palm of her hand, her fingers ploughed on her hairline, and she didn't notice the president's arrival at all.

Frederick stepped on the grass, and he heard the sound of "clanging" and "clanging", apparently the doctor was using tweezers to find the buckshot in Griffith's body, which he kept throwing into the iron plate. Lead bullets are poisonous and must be dug out at the first opportunity.

The bullets are one after another, as if the big beads and small beads are falling on the jade plate. Frederick looked down at the fragments of armor scattered on the grass, hastily peeled off by the nurse—the heart goggles were dented, and the fragile back armor leaked like a sieve.

"Chasport rifle...... The penetration is just too strong. Frederick was speechless. He stared at the miserable armor on the grass, wondering how many bullets Griffith had in his body—about a hundred?

Filia lowered her head and covered her face, still not moving. The long hair hung down on the side of the face, and it was shaken by the wind.

"When all the bullets are out, he will wake up. Doctors say that knights have a much lower rate of post-operative infections than the general population. My brother will get through it. Frederick picked up Filia's helmet, sat down next to her gently, and said, holding it.

Filia looked up at Frederick, her eyes were red, and the beautiful lying silkworm was swollen like a small peach. She held her mouth aggrievedly, and when she opened her mouth, she burst into tears: "I took one hundred and fifty-six warheads and came out." The doctor is still taking it. ”

Frederick opened his arms and wanted to hug her. Filia buried her head in his arms without saying a word, her small hands clutching the shirt on his chest, and she didn't move for a long time. Frederick waited patiently for a long time, and when he saw that she was not moving, he tentatively patted her on the shoulder, but Filia suddenly shivered, and her shoulders twitched, and Frederick felt that the shirt was wet, and the sticky cloth was warm.

"Daddy...... Dad's body is also ......" Filia sobbed as if she was out of breath, raised her red and swollen teary eyes and stared at him: "Dad's body is also put together...... Are you going to see it?"

“...... Kindness. Frederick's throat was so choked that he couldn't even pronounce the words of comfort he had come up with.

Filia pushed his chest open with ten fingers, lowered her head and wiped her tears with her palm, held back her sobs, and explained at a normal pace: "The body is stored in tent No. 3, you go and say goodbye." I'm here with my brother. ”

"You...... Don't you go?" Frederick stood awkwardly.

"I've seen it. Filia covered her forehead, and her long hair hung down again, covering her face.

Frederick tried to sit down with her, but she pushed him and wouldn't let him sit.

"I'm fine. Her voice was thin and soft, like spider silk wafting in the air, "I want you to accompany Daddy." Go ahead. ”

Frederick's heart ached. Like a worker, he wants to rebuild the ruins, but he is denied permission to enter the construction site - Filia insists, "I'm fine."

"Father, boss, brother, three mountains collapsed at the same time, how could it be, 'I'm all right?'But what should I do?' retorted, 'Surely there is something wrong with you?' what should I do...... Frederick thought worriedly.

He hesitated uneasily, and stood there unmoving. But Filia noticed his hesitation, and she had to look up and squeeze out a smile, and gently commanded, "Go, it's all right." ”

Frederick chose to be docile, and he said seriously: "Good." Then he shuffled and turned away. He remembered her smile with a heavy heart, and after walking dozens of steps, he suddenly felt how cruel it was for him to force her to smile.

The more guilty he felt, the sadder he became. Even if he is the beneficiary of this war, his heart is so painful that he can endure betrayal, but who can endure the severe pain of losing his loved ones?

But Filia was so strong that Frederick couldn't even give atonement as compensation, because Filia never showed her scars to others. But Frederick gradually felt that although he had won the hegemony of the continent, Filia's emotional wounds were deep-rooted and could not be erased. Because the encouragement of interests to war is often superficial, and women's dependence on family affection is often deep in the bone marrow.

Frederick, the "son of a bitch...... was so uncomfortable that he had to vent his anger at the enemy. He grunted and cursed as he broke into the morgue tent, then saw the panicked medical officer standing in front of the two corpses.

"Get out. Frederick said. He didn't want others to see his sad face.

The medical officer didn't want to live in a two-person world with the president. He saluted and ran away.

Frederick moved to the corpse. Inch by inch, he lifted the white cloth, and he saw Admiral Farina's iron-blue face in the dragoon's helmet. The Admiral's white beard finally lost its sharp shape, just as he lost the sharpness of an old fox.

Frederick endured his grief and continued to lift the white cloth. He saw the legs stitched under the skirt, black blood stains running down the bed.

The president bent over in pain, covered his face with his hands, and let out a suppressed wail. He remembered the admiral's greedy demands on himself, he remembered the admiral's mustache, he remembered the admiral's cunning political investments, he remembered the admiral's old fox-like manners.

Frederick thought that Farina would always be the one to have the last laugh. The old man was so deceitful that he was wise enough to see through all the tricks. No one would have imagined that such a cunning generation of heroes would loyally and generously sacrifice their lives for the president.

On the night when the victory plan was drawn up, at the meeting of the battle plan, Admiral Farina arbitrarily assigned the combat mission, as if he believed that this battle must be able to win more with less, so he was dictatorial and domineering, and took over the most meritorious volley task - ambushing in the middle and crippling the armored brigade.

Frederick wept bitterly, and his mind could not restrain himself from recalling Farina's triumphant statement: "Merit often comes with risk, and you young people always die because of greed for merit. There are still a long way to go in the war, and Claude doesn't want his disciples to die young, and I don't want Philia and Griffith to put the flag on it. Therefore, the most important technical work on the flank battlefield should be left to the skilled soldiers, and you can be responsible for counting the trophies. ”

So, Claude triumphantly pulled out his first work, and turned back to smile and wave before leaving.

So, Farina chattered with great ambition and taught him the art of war.

Frederick thought it was two warmongers with a chance to win.

Now that I think about it, the old guys are experienced, and they probably know how dangerous it is to "win more with less", and they also know it.

"I support you because you have the power to end the war. I never supported Filia's entry into the army because I wanted her to live to be 100 years old. It's a pity I don't see her turn into an old lady. Ha ha. When Farina spoke ill of Filia behind her back, Frederick was unimpressed.

It wasn't until today, when Frederick remembered this scene, that he was saddened to discover that Farina's small talk with him was actually a quiet one.

The sacrifice of the elderly, the young people often do not appreciate it, because it is the most difficult to understand the good intentions. Therefore, the moment of Daigo's empowerment will be regretted.

"Is it a reproach for Filia urging me to come to see my father?" Frederick held his face, and the whimper in his throat was suppressed like a wolf's howl: "Why didn't I think yesterday that the dragoons were sent to death, and the dragoons were sent to death! Why do you want to set off proudly when you know that you are sending you to death? When will this war of bitches stop!"

The medical officer stood awkwardly at the door of the tent, folding his hands and guarding the tent, pretending not to hear the suppressed wail.