IV

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August 6, 1666 (MDay+127)

Jena, in the center of the front

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Captain Namen Soleton stood right in the middle of the battlefield, watching his army advance steadily.

All the troops, all on the off, on the off, on the offensive again.

Beside him, there were less than ten guards left.

In front of him were a huge number of enemy troops.

Behind him, there was no longer a single soldier in the camp.

In his hands is a banner of freedom full of holes.

He's not a hero. He was only able to stand here because of serendipity.

However, now the Free Army needs him to stand here, throw all his strength, and lead the final attack...... Perhaps it should be said that history needs him to stand here and command the final attack.

Because victory beckons him.

He once asked Clad López, "What is victory?"

"Victory is not a superiority in strength, because there are countless people who have won more with less. Victory is not a morale advantage, because there are countless people who have fought with their backs. Even cutting off logistics is not a victory, because countless people have been fed by the enemy. ”

The general, who was well acquainted with the Eastern art of war, replied: "When victory comes, a commander will know." There is an opportunity when the enemy army can collapse as long as it throws troops into it—and that is victory. ”

And this moment is right in front of his eyes.

The premise is to get rid of that dragon!

The silver dragon with the power of Hehe Dragon, which shook his soldiers from the front!

Naimon almost crushed the root of his teeth.

Why is it that at such a time, the other party still has such a big name in his hand?

That dragon power alone was enough to slow down his advance! The recruits were already panicking. If he is dragged by this dragon for half an hour, he may lose this opportunity! The extremely dangerous act of regrouping the rout will never succeed again!

It's not time to save mana and gear. While commanding the troops, the captain notifies the virtuoso Méti Crosso, who is next to the magic cannon "Dragon Slaying Melody", through a communication badge.

"Miss Crosso! Attack!"

"I've never tried to do it so often!" protested the teenage performer, who was only sixteen.

"I know you're working hard, but if you can't carry it here, it's all over!" Naimon lowered his voice, "I can do it, that piano is designed to win two dragons at the same time!

"Okay, okay—"

Another improvised sonata. Tone shifting.

A huge mass of magic has smashed down on the Minister of Security, and the new melody that has been regenerated is not as large and amazing as before.

Naimon looked up, calculating the concentrated musical magic in the air.

"Five, six, seven, eight...... Hurry up, Metty!"

"Got it!"

Once again, Meti picked up the pace, her slender fingers flying almost over the keyboard.

The music suddenly sped up, cascading upwards and progressively.

At first it was seventy-six beats, "beautiful adagio", then ninety-eight times, "song-like marching adagio", then one hundred and twenty beats, "progressive, medium-tempo board".

Colourful streams of magic flow from the metal tubes at the top of the organ, converging into a new rainbow.

The silver dragon narrowed his eyes and looked at the rainbow-colored magic net opposite.

Human magicians need to be enhanced by magic to see the flow of magic, while dragon eyes can see directly into the magic itself.

"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...... It's too fast, this wave can't be dodged. Mara's voice came directly into the dragon knight's head, "I'll leave that to you." ”

The saddle is quite sturdy, and Danica's boots are directly attached to it. Three safety ropes tied her body, ensuring her safety to the maximum extent without affecting her movements.

Danica staggered to her feet, facing the direction of the dragontail, and drew her sword from its sheath.

The melodious organ melody seemed to never stop, tearing at her nerves. She listened intently to the change of tempo, calculating the musical magic of the opposite concentration.

Danika doesn't know much music, but she can count the beats of music.

Two seconds and five beats is one hundred and fifty beats, "Cadenza Allegro".

The melody then reaches its climax, and she can count three times a second, and one hundred and eighty beats is a "noisy rush".

"Twenty-six, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty...... No problem. ”

The "humility" in Danica's hand emitted a terrifying invisible force field, devouring her physical strength-enhancing magic, making the sword appear heavier.

Métie, who was sitting at the front of the organ, could not see this.

Her arms were fully tensed, sweat dripping freely on the keys. From the exertion, the fingertips have already rubbed blood.

Four notes per second, two hundred and eight beats, "the most urgent plate of brilliance".

It's hardly music anymore, it's a summer afternoon shower. This rate cannot be sustained forever.

So the maiden organist struck the closing chord.

Everyone, the dragon, is looking forward to this moment.

Thirty-four dragon-slaying rays of light split out of the rainbow, chasing the tail of the silver dragon in an attempt to shoot down the mighty beast!

"Projectile!"

With a hook of her left foot, Danika activated the mechanism on the saddle. The upper and sole of the boot separated from each other, and the centrifugal force threw her body off the dragon's back.

The safety rope tightened her body, dragging her behind the silver dragon, flying, attracting all the firepower.

Danika coughed a few times, shook off the useless boots, and hooked the harness with her bare feet, adjusting her posture in the air with this force.

"Come on!"

The girl clenched the hilt of her sword. The tip of the "humble" sword is pointed straight ahead. Thirty-four rays of magic conjured up by music were right in front of her eyes, the closest of which almost brushed the ends of her hair. The anti-magic sword's attack range was not wide, and she had to induce these tracking beams herself.

"There is no self in all laws—"

Slash horizontally, vertically, diagonally!

"—Nirvana Silence!"

Forehand slash, backhand slash, cross slash!

The music was cut off suddenly, like someone had cut the strings of that organ.

Wherever the strongest anti-magic weapon "Humility" sword wind reaches, all magic is invisible.

There is no music. There are no rainbows. There are no white clouds.

The afternoon sun shines on the ground, and the entire battlefield seems to be immersed in absolute silence.

The organist's hand slipped off the keyboard, dragging six trails of blood of varying lengths and slumping limply in his chair.

With her trembling right hand, Mety pulled out her handkerchief and wiped her face. On the handkerchief made of white silk, nosebleeds and sweat were soaked together. She giggled wryly twice and picked up her communication badge with her almost cramped left hand.

"No return, Naimon. You can do it yourself, I'm going to sleep for a while. ”

The young captain smiled wryly and did not respond, but threw the already expired communication badge directly on the ground. He looked up and stared at the little figure dragging behind the dragon.

"Anti-magic weapon, ......"

To be exact, what he was staring at was not the little figure, but the safety rope that connected the figure to the saddle.

That was the battlefield he had chosen.

Gently "click". A pair of black wingspans, a pair of tough claws, cut the precious hemp rope that connected the dragon knight to the dragon.

Danika had just breathed a sigh of relief, when she suddenly felt a loosening of her back, and her whole person lost her speed and balance, and fell down in a parabola.

She subconsciously turned her head, only to see a playful blonde hair, and a pair of black wings that were perfect to evil. The owner of the wings, chasing after Mara, almost bit her tail.

She felt that this back and this figure were very, very familiar. Every time she saw the near-perfect waist, hips and breasts, she could experience a complex feeling mixed with envy and jealousy. In Lennie's public bathhouse alone, she held the owner of the body and quietly cursed the injustice of fate countless times in private.

It was some Seffiel, Anne or Bonnie, absolutely. The twins, favored by God, are not as perfect as human beings. Oh, and those black wings probably show that they weren't human.

"So—"

Danica bowed her head. Directly below her, it happened to be the Freedom Flag.

Without hesitation, the girl threw out the "humility" in her hand, and chanted the spell of "levitation" at the moment when her magic power was restored, stopping her rapid fall. Even so, when the descent stopped, she found herself only a flagpole away from the ground.

The Free Army musketeers reacted, and three or four buckshot bullets almost slashed through her body. A mage without the protection of defensive magic is so fragile that an accurate bullet can kill her.

Danica grabbed the top of the flagpole with a copy of her hand, rolled over, stepped on the top of the Freedom Flag, and refilled herself with a bulletproof spell. Only now did she dare to calm down and look at her surroundings.

Unfolding before her eyes was a burning composition.

The place she was in was about the very center of hell. The battlefield of Jena was plowed several times by soldiers on both sides during these days, and the corpses lay on the ground like crops waiting to be harvested.

The "humility" was planted at the foot of the flagpole where she stood, on which the last remains of the Freedom Flag were planted. Next to the sword, a young captain stood, looking up at her. He chanted his incantation softly.

"Transmutation!"

With the Captain's spell, the wooden flagpole turned into steel. The wooden tip at the top of the flagpole turned into a spear tip, which seemed to be able to pierce Danika at any moment. Naturally, it is most suitable to use a spear against a floating and bulletproof enemy.

- provided that the opponent does not have a flexible tactical mind. Instead of panicking, Danika met the tip of the gun.

The first thorn slashed against her breastplate, leaving a white scratch. She intercepted the flagpole with her right hand, and cyan lightning gushed out from her palm.

"ShockingGrasp!"

A sharp and decisive electric shock repelled the standard-bearers below.

Not only did Naimon let go of his hand, but he was also hit by the current and took five steps back. He tried to reach for the flagpole, but his legs wouldn't listen.

The flagpole that lost the flagbearer fell.

The large flag of freedom fell, slamming into the ground with a heavy metallic sound.

Dusty. In the midst of the smoke, there were several crisp sounds of glass breaking, and the green mist was mixed in the smoke. This is probably what the opponent has arranged a long time ago.

"Acid bomb?!"

Danika rolled on the ground, took advantage of the smoke and dust to pick up her saber "Humble", and the tip of the sword was raised, turning around like a spinning top. After using the anti-magic field to dispel all the acid mist, she carefully guarded the enemies on the other side.

That unusually familiar figure. This familiar magical shock. Some nasty nimble fighting style.

He and she both felt a sense of intimacy.

Young men and women stared at each other, pairs of revolvers in their hands facing each other across the flagpole.

"Do you need to introduce each other?"

He asked, holding the command sword he had just received from Field Marshal Fox with his right hand, holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

Hearing this, she cut off the last extravagant hope, retracted the gun stupidly, and answered the question word by word.

"Not very much. Danika Viren von Figota, Temporary Commander of the Imperial Army's Narrow Lands Corps. ”

Namen also withdrew his gun: "Captain Namen Soleton, Acting Commander of the Final Reserve 'Good Operation' of the Jena Army." ”

Men of the Free Nation and Women of the Holy Empire.

Gray-blue officer uniforms and lilac generals' gowns.

A childhood sweetheart entwined by a bad fate.

"Captain, you've done a good job lately, Officer. ”

She didn't call him "Soleton".

"Each other, honorable Miss von Figota. ”

He didn't call her "Danika" either.

"The last reserve of the Jena army should be in your hands, right?"

What she means is: If I defeat you, the short history of the Jena army will come to an end here.

"The nearest rescue force of the Imperial Army, how many days will it take to arrive?"

What he means is that if I defeat you, the Imperial Army will not be able to hinder the Free Army.

Both she and he carried the lives of thousands of their comrades. Both she and he are shouldering the battle to win or lose. She and he had no way back.

At the end of summer, in the middle of the bloody Jena meat grinder, the boy and the girl meet again.

The young captain first tried to break the deadlock: "I don't want to fight with you. ”

"I don't want to. ”

"That's a good start. Naimon's command sword tapped the ground, "Can I put the flag back up then?"

"Flagpole you feel free. Danika took a step forward and stepped on the flagpole as if inadvertently, "But I'm going to take this flag with me." ”

"What if I say 'no'?" Naimon also took a step forward. His soldiers had run out of acid bullets and were reloading their muskets.

"Whether you go to court-martialed or not is none of my business. Danica gently fiddled with the magazine of her pistol, "It's better to tell your people to get out, I really don't want to cause unnecessary casualties." ”

The soldiers looked at their commander in panic.

Naimon nodded, and the command sword in his right hand swung back, "She's a genius, you're right." You are no match for her. I order you to retreat—"

Perfect disguise. Perfect backward charge. He took a deep breath, bowed and rushed forward three steps, and stabbed the opponent's right shoulder with a sneak attack sword with enough momentum!

There was a "bell" on the ground. Danica's right hand flipped over, and the spine of the "humble" sword directly blocked his offensive line. The two swords collided, numbing him and her arms.

"You haven't changed at all. Danika sighed, "It seems cruel, but it's always merciful." Good guess. ”

"You've been merciful, too. The anti-magic field is still open, Miss General. ”

"Don't make a mistake about it. I just forgot to turn it off. ”

Danica glanced in the air, and the Sephir was still wrestling with her dragon.

She shook her head, whispering the name "Humble", and with a flick of her wrist, she shook Naimon's sword open, turning off the anti-magic effect attached to it.

Naimon saw the magical aura around her through the detection magic, and her eyes narrowed slightly at the light. He knew how much magic she had on the other side: Denica, who was serious, was no less than a fully staffed elite company.

Danika also noticed the light reflected in his pupils and nodded in satisfaction, "I'll give you one last chance." You can surrender...... Soleton. ”

She called out the old name. Naimon still squinted. His sword was still very close to the other party. After the coercion of "humility" wears off, magic returns to him.

He shook his head slightly, and used the next spell: "Animated!"

The command sword in his hand suddenly softened, and it shook like a snake, winding towards the nearest weapon!

Danika was taken aback. The first thought that crossed her mind was "It's disgusting", the second was "Soleton actually knows how to do two magic?", and the third thought was "It's not good!".

She reflexively activated the ability of "humility" again: "There is no self in all laws, and Nirvana is silent!"

The magic effect in front of her was once again swept away by this sword!

- Almost as soon as she saw the results, Danika regretted it.

Because the other party's snake-like sword has been wrapped around her "humility"!

"Thank you, Miss General!"

Naimon lifted it with all his might, and the two entangled swords were directly snatched into his hand by brute force!

He had finally used his wits and reflexes to close the gap in the level of magic between the two sides, and once the battle had been drawn to the stage where it was decided by arm strength and shooting, he would be able to defeat Danica.

Naturally, there is only that starting sentence.

Naimon threw the sword, caught the hilt of the "humble" sword, and began to recite the words: "All the laws—"

He didn't finish it.

Because Danika had already rushed into his arms, accompanied by a resolute and heavy mid-elbow blow.

Just as she hadn't guessed that he would use activation magic, he hadn't guessed that she would use hand-to-hand combat.

The ferocious elbow blow was blocked by the cuirass that Naimon had hidden under his military uniform, and the force was beyond his expectations. He took a step back, and wanted to continue: "Selfless—"

But the other party's movements were surprisingly fast. Danica took advantage of his loss of balance, grabbed his front placket, and skillfully twisted, pushed, and thrown, and the whole action was done in one go.

By the time Naimon reacted, he was already lying on the ground, his body still pressed by Danica.

The smell of perfume on her body broke through the smell of Huo Yao and wafted into his consciousness.

Then, Naimon realizes that it's been a long time since he's been so close to the real Denika.

He looked up, stared at her, and saw that she was staring at him too. Naimon is familiar with the seemingly pitiful, uncompromising eyes. Naimon was familiar with the scent of the perfume, not the one she used to pretend to be an imperial princess, but the one she used in Lennie's orphanage.

That cheap lavender scent, he gave her. Even if her name had changed to Danika Viren von Figota, she was still the same Danika he knew.

The one he is familiar with, will never admit defeat, will not admit mistakes and will not regret it.

He must defeat her in order to get his life, and hers, back. He felt she deserved to live. Ordinary life in Lenny.

Naimon tightened his grip on the hilt of the "humble" sword and continued the command in a faint voice that was barely audible: "Nirvana-"

Danika saw his actions.

She jerked her head down, and blocked Naimon's command with her lips.

A thoroughly deep kiss.

He tangled with her tongue to make sure the other could no longer use any magic. Neither of them closed their eyes, staring at each other's pupils.

Danica felt like she could understand what Namen's eyes were trying to say. He's questioning.

At first, she thought she could answer with the look in her eyes.

But after trying to roll her eyes a few times, blink a few times, and hit the magician's code on the other person's tongue a few times, she had to admit that "who let you kiss Her Royal Highness blindly last time, this is revenge" and "I gave you the first kiss so that you can pass out in peace in happiness" are too complicated.

Of course, it may also be that the other person's mind is occupied by tongue kisses, so they can't communicate.

If so, forget it if it can't be communicated.

With this thought, Danika slowly and slowly pulled her pistol out of her holster with her left hand, and slowly, slowly aimed the muzzle of the gun at Naimon's abdomen.

I'm sorry. She apologized in her heart and pulled the trigger of the revolver.

Click. No response.

She buckled it again.

Click. Still no response.

She reached out her little and ring fingers to fumble for the magazine, only to find her other hand firmly gripping the magazine of her pistol, firmly gripping it.

Danica's face burned all at once, and she blushed with shame. She could see each other's eyes, and there were smiles that had pierced her thoughts.

She and he are unusually similar only in this unscrupulous way of fighting. It's all too familiar, so you can almost always guess each other's thoughts and conspiracies.

Annoyed, Danika looked up and broke free of the kiss, slamming her knee on Naimon's lower abdomen.

Naimon didn't show weakness, pinching the pistol's wheel and scuffling with her on the ground, just like in Lennie's St. Grace's Welfare Home.

The only difference is that both of them have the pistol that can kill the other in their hands.

Finally, the shots rang out.

Both of them shook at the same time, and both let go of their grips on the gun. The silver pistol fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

The two of them subconsciously spoke at the same time. She and he froze for a moment, reacting to the absurdity of the question, and laughed at the same time.

"That bullet seems to have missed, right?" asked Naimon.

Danika picked up the pistol, flicked the magazine, and checked, "I guess so." ”

"That's ...... Your first kiss, right?" Naimon thought and thought, but spoke.

"I guess so. "Danika didn't raise her gun this time. As if tired, she sighed, sat down on the flagpole, and stared blankly at the sky.

There, Blackwing's shadow and the silver dragon were in full swing.

Danika smacked her tongue, "That's Annie, isn't it?" ”

"No, it's just a demon summoned by Anne. She herself should still be on the northern front. Naimon replied.

"That's good. She played with her pistol and replied, "So I can rest assured." ”

A terrible scream came from the air. Naimon looked up, only to see a sky full of blood. The dark black blood formed the shape of the magic array in the air, and then turned into a blood mist, and finally slowly dispersed.

It was the blood of the incarnate demon. Anne's summon was torn in two by the claws of the silver dragon. Naimon knew that at this moment, the summoner Anne herself would also be extremely badly injured, and she would feel the same level of pain as the incarnated demon.

The silver dragon Mara was also splattered with blood and her wings were scarred, but she won.

"It's a demon, and Anne is amazing. However, even the Demon Prince may not be the opponent of the Silver Dragon, let alone become a demon. ”

Danika walked to the end of the flagpole and picked up the tattered flag of freedom. She looked at it for a moment, sighed, and with a flash of fire on the tip of her right index finger, she lit the great flag.

"It's over. You don't have a mage anymore, you can't stop the dragon, and you can't stop me. ”

In front of the flaming flag of freedom, the two fell silent again.

"We ...... Can't you really go back?" asked Naimon suddenly.

Danika twisted her head, "We can't go back." Even if the war is over, we can't go back. ”

The battle continues. But the two armies are already deadlocked, and neither can break the other. Naimon knew this, but he couldn't speak.

"What are you waiting for? There's no more victory, Soleton. ”

"I know. ”

The young captain crouched down and struggled to raise the flagpole. The flagpole is already iron, which is much heavier than when it was wooden. He rested the flagpole on his shoulder, drew his pistol with his other hand, and pointed it at the silver dragon in the sky.

"That's useless. Danika reminded coldly.

"I know. ”

Naimon pulled the trigger.

A completely disproportionate whistling sounded. It was not the faint explosion of a pistol bullet, but the sound of a shell cutting through the air.

In the sky above the battle arrays of the two sides, only a middle-aged man's voice echoed through amplification magic:

"Correspondence - to the departments of the Jena army. ”

Pause.

"Everyone's done a great job. Leave it to me later. ”

Pause.

"Correspondence - To the Departments of the Imperial Army. ”

Pause.

"You have the opportunity to lay down your arms, and I will give you the treatment you deserve. ”

Pause.

"This is the commander of the Western General Forces of the Free Army, Admiral Clad López. ”

Naimon didn't know what to say. He looked up at the end of the northern horizon.

Smoke and dust billowed from the hilly terrain, and the shells of the Western army swept across the land with a whistling of shells. The Empire's formation was disorganized, and the left flank near the north began to rout.

"Victory is timing. It's the timing. ”

He muttered to himself, but noticed that the girl in front of him was already in tears. He lent the crook of his arm to Danika.

"Welcome back...... Danika. ”

That's the end. Clad López secretly left a reserve north of Jena, leaving a real chance for victory.

So, the Imperial Army and their commanders raised the white flag. They had no choice in the first place.

While someone burned the Freedom Flag, the largest encirclement in history was about to close.

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