The Golxington Peninsula is a long and narrow island that extends from the mainland of Phila and faces the sea on three sides.

Its length is about hundreds of miles long, but the narrowest part is only about 20 miles wide, and at the end of the peninsula is a very large port, because here more than 30 miles wide across the strait is the large island where the Jose Empire is located, the Goxington Peninsula, which is also the only way to and from the Jose Empire.

Because of the warm ocean current climate, the abundant fruits here have always been famous in the French Empire and the surrounding countries, and the cultivation of fruits is also a pillar industry for the residents here.

However, the place name of Kuoxington resounded throughout the continent of Fira, and in the history of the continent in the future, it was repeatedly mentioned because of an unprecedented and significant war that was about to take place here......

Spearman Link numbly moved his thighs, and every time he took a step forward, there would be a heart-piercing pain on the soles of his feet;

But even so, he didn't dare to stop for a short ten minutes, take a break from his extremely tired body, and deal with the soles of his feet, which were definitely blurred with flesh and blood.

Because that means that he will break away from the familiar comrades-in-arms, and after leaving the team, he can't imagine whether he can continue to trot without the encouragement of his comrades.

Yes, that's right, it's been ten or so days in a row, and apart from a short period of rest, eating, and sleeping, all the defenders who have broken through the Marchita line have been in a state of trotting forward.

On average, the remnants of their army, which were mainly mainly infantry, marched at least a hundred miles a day, a task that was simply impossible for them before.

Now, under the stimulation of a strong desire to achieve, they have squeezed out the potential of their bodies, or they are simply overdrawing their own life force, so the vast majority of people have done this, of course, in order to be able to run faster, they have thrown away their armor, and everything they can throw away, and to reduce the burden on their bodies, which is understandable.

It is precisely this miracle that has allowed these remnants of the encirclement to not be caught up by the demon army after breaking the defense line of March.

The same is true of the pikeman Link, who lost his helmet, the leather armor on his body, and even the package with a few clothes on his back, which was also thrown away early, if it weren't for the spear he was used to using in his hand, which could be used as a crutch, then it would have been discarded a long time ago.

He was fortunate that Link, the son of a farmer, was chosen to be one of the breakouts, with no illustrious family affairs, no outstanding or special skills, and the only reason he was selected was simply because he was the only son in the family.

It is said that this was the selection condition set by the commander-in-chief, Marshal Franz, and it was precisely because of this that the pikeman Link was fortunate enough to escape from the March defense line.

"May your soul, the kingdom of God in heaven, rest in peace with the great Marshal Franz. Link prayed in his heart.

After three full days of fighting for them, the remaining comrades of the Macita line were finally completely conquered by the Burning Legion, and no one from Marshal Franz to the Burning Army survived.

This news was passed on by the cavalry of the rearguard, and this extremely sad news was also the motivation for a lucky man like Link to continue to trot.

Because from the moment he received the news, Link knew that in the future, he would not only live for himself, but also carry the expectations of his colleagues who died on the Marquetta Line: they must live, no matter what, they must live well.

Gradually, Link felt that his legs, which were still moving, had become numb and unconscious, as if those legs and feet did not belong to him at all, and even Link felt that his consciousness was beginning to blur a little.

More than ten days of running wildly have squeezed the potential of his body clean, he doesn't know if he will run, he will suddenly fall, but he desperately bites his lip to keep himself basically awake.

Because he knows that as long as he falls, he will be like those fallen comrades, and he will never have a chance to get up again.

In this trance, he seemed to hear cheers like 'We are finally here', at first he thought he was hallucinating, but as the sound became clearer, Link the Spearman suddenly became excited.

The legendary Kuoxington Peninsula, a distance of 1,500 miles, seems to have been miraculously arrived by them in a pair of soles in ten days......

There are no flowers, no applause, no steaming food, so there will be no hot water for bathing, and the legendary soft and comfortable bed.

Greeted by the pikeman Link, and the remnants of their death, were a hundred and ten soldiers who were on the verge of a great enemy, and under the leadership of an old man, blocked their wave of more than 1,000 people on the road into the Golxington Peninsula.

This is an old man in good spirits, with an outdated old military uniform, which he has cleaned very cleanly and wears neatly, and a special bronze hat that can only be found as a sheriff, showing his identity, a sheriff who is a veteran.

Seeing this old sheriff, Link couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart, in his hometown town, the sheriff was also such a stubborn veteran.

Sadly, the old man was leading them to the third day of March's defense, when he was burned with a fireball that burned all the bones.

"Soldiers, stop your tracks, and according to the unanimous orders of the Entente high-level, none of you are allowed to proceed. The old sheriff was no longer wielding a baton to maintain law and order, but a sharp sword, and he gave this callous order to Link's thousand remnants.

As if to anticipate this order, which was not so easy to accept, the hundred and ten soldiers behind the sheriff held their various weapons, or rather farm tools, more appropriately.

Link just glanced at it, and then choked his mouth disdainfully, these people were either old coffin boards that couldn't walk, or half-sized children with no fluff at the corners of their mouths.

If it were normal times, a small group of them would launch a surprise attack, and they would be able to kill these people completely.

But then a thought arose that made Link feel extremely sad: too many adult men had died, and now these old people and children, all those high-ranking old men, were pushed into the battlefield.