"Faith cannot change the outcome, but it can redeem itself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

-- The New Calendar, Chapter 3

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"The Land of Battle", Southwell. War has never disappeared from this continent, and the faith and will of mankind that accompany it are perfectly presented through the stage of war.

In the year 497 of the New Earth calendar, known as the "Year of Blood and Glory", the army of Goddani Empire marched straight in, and after winning the "Fourth Battle of Flobunde", finally succeeded in advancing the battle line to the other end of the Central Mountains. However, Emperor Vandall did not adopt the strategy of continuing the offensive with overwhelming forces, but only sent part of his army to garrison Flowind, and gradually encroached on the territory of the Northwater Empire, the "Northern Wall".

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From the mountains to the plateau, this land between the valley and the grassland, although not as gravelly as it is, can also be called barren, and it is not at all as rich and grassy as the Baloat savannah to the west.

"Here you go again. With faces covered with the marks of the wind and frost swords, and tattered armor laden with proof of glory, the soldier in his thirties stood straight beside the small, dilapidated post, his eyes only a moment, and then turned back to his place.

"You always come on time. ”

- He was a soldier, a soldier of Northwater.

"Yes, that's one of the few principles I've been able to stick to. The man in front of him straightened up the shoulder armor made of stainless steel and shook his neck leisurely, "I've always been very punctual. So, today is the deadline. ”

- He was a general, Goddani's general.

The general's eyes were like sharp blades for a moment, as if they were about to pierce the soldiers, but in his gaze, there was still a trace of regret. Not mercy.

"I understand. The soldier nodded indifferently and clenched the rusted and damaged spear in his hand even tighter, "Come ......"

His words were interrupted by the general's next action. There was a rare hint of surprise on the soldier's face, and the man on the other side, who was his age but already in a high position, stretched out his hand, and the thing in his hand was not a sword, but wine.

"Drink it!"

The soldier subconsciously shook his body and hesitated for a moment before taking the flask handed by the enemy general.

Just now, the man's words reminded the soldier of his superiors.

-- That's the tone of the command. The order does not allow the slightest rebuttal.

"I admire you very much, and among the dozens of sentry posts in this area, you are the only one who did not flee in fear in front of my cavalry. The general withdrew his hand, his face filled with confidence and respect. Compared to the soldiers, his emotional expression is much richer, "So, those deserters are dead, and you are alive until now." ”

The soldier was silent in the face of the general's words, and he did not know how to express his opinion. And in his heart there were two feelings at the same time, shame because the people who were soldiers like him did not abide by their responsibilities, and pride because he was still able to hold on, that responsibility, that belief in being a soldier of Northwater.

"Never back down, never give up. He muttered, not convincing himself. Then, drink the spicy liquid from the flask.

"Ahem, ahem...... Good wine...... "Xu was so drunk that the soldier choked and frowned, "I didn't expect that Goddanny also had such a spirit." ”

"Yes, yes, it's our best wine! But it's a shame to drink it like that, haha! But it's not bad to see you like that!" the general smiled boldly but not roughly, in fact, if you look closely, his body is even a little thin, and his skin is very smooth, not at all like a man who has been on the battlefield for many years.

And the soldier knows the other party's martial name, although it is not complete, but the person in front of him is undoubtedly one of the most legendary and highly decorated generals on this continent. From a soldier's point of view, it can be said that it is a kind of luck to be able to fight under his leadership, and as an "enemy", such a person is simply a nightmare for his side.

"Alright, the wine is drunk, now let's get down to business. The general's expression was solemn and he said, "You really still have to guard this place? You know, in this land of tens of miles, there is no one of your companions left." ”

"They are not my companions. The soldier shook his head slightly, "Not from the moment they flinched. And I only know that as long as I live, I will definitely guard this outpost and complete my mission, my duty. ”

"Is it really in vain? So, the plan to join us...... Forget it! Such a statement can only be an insult to a warrior like you. ”

The general sighed imperceptibly, turned and walked back.

"Aren't you fighting?"

The soldier's voice behind him stopped the general, and he turned his head, the man's spear in his hand standing upright, reminding him of the first time he met him.

"I wondered if I should bring all my soldiers with me as I did before...... A true warrior can only die on the battlefield!"

"Forget it, people like me, how can they choose their own way of death, and I don't want to be a 'hero'. ”

Dismissing the general's proposal, the soldier simply rejected the heroic ending of "facing thousands of troops alone, fighting to the death and dying heroically".

"Come on!" he shook his gun neatly, and the soldier grabbed his companion who had been with him for many years with his rough hands, and challenged the people not far away, "Draw your sword." ”

He's such a hard person to evaluate, even though he's an enemy, no, it's because he's an enemy. After seeing that he did not flinch in the face of the overwhelming cavalry formation, he immediately turned over and dismounted to stop the cavalry charge, which not only surprised himself, but also his subordinates. After that, the general of the First Army and the humble soldier chatted for three days as enemies, and he asked a lot of questions, but all about things that had nothing to do with and no reason, from his own family -- what family do I have? When it comes to what he likes, about what he wants to do, and so much about what he wants to do, it is really incomprehensible!

At the time of the conversation, that person had also fought with him several times, and it was not even a battle, it was just that his attack was completely seen through and avoided by the other party, and the other party did not carry out any attacks at all.

What a strange enemy! But also an interesting person.

The soldier's iron-forged face suddenly became gentle, and it was only right away that perseverance and determination filled him all again.

"Never back down! Never give up!" he shouted the code of conduct of the Northwater soldiers, stepped forward, concentrated all his strength on the spears in both hands, and raised them high, "Long live Northwater!"

"It's a pity, but there's not much to say, after all, it's the enemy. The general turned on tiptoe, and there was no look of pity on his face. Beneath the armor, which was neither heavy nor ornate, his thin body suddenly erupted with a terrifying momentum, something that only a man who had experienced countless harsh battle formations, carried out thousands of killings, and had blood stained on his body could have.

Just seeing it makes one feel the death coming.

"Let the true god witness the sacred duel between the two warriors!" he said, and finally he drew the saber at his waist, a thin, thin long sword, which even looked a little ridiculous, but in the eyes of the soldier, it was the most terrible weapon, a weapon stained with an unknown amount of blood, and by instinct, he could sense its danger. If you are a "sensible" person, you will never choose such a person as an opponent...... But you are a soldier, and it is the enemy who stands in front of you!

"Fight to the death and not retreat!" With a thunderous roar, the soldiers who dispelled fear with courage and forcibly raised their fighting spirit to the limit rushed towards the general, and the spear had already pierced straight out. Preemptive strike, this is the best and only tactic he can think of.

- May the true God bless you. Respectable enemy.

There is nothing powerful in martial arts, his physical strength is not human, and his combat experience is not enough, he is such an ordinary soldier, what is it that supports him and gives him the courage to face such a powerful enemy?

In the face of the soldiers' attack, the general did not show the slightest flinch, he knew that at this moment, the best way to show respect for the person in front of him was to give it his all.

And at this moment, the soldier seemed to see lightning.

- A sword like lightning, a man like thunder.

In response to the soldier's simple and direct moves, the general only stabbed the long sword, and only in an instant, the tip of the long sword was accurately aligned with the spear head, and then, everything seemed to stand still.

In the stillness, the soldier saw the lightning that swept through the heavens and the earth.

"Michelle Gunn, Golddan's general, 'Michelle of Lightning'. He suddenly remembered the other party's name.

All the sounds were silent, and their fight was only a one-time battle, and the blink of an eye was over.

The result?

There was a "snap" sound, and the soldier still watched indifferently as his spear shattered, the sharp tip of his sword piercing into his chest.

"It's over. The general declared.

"It's not over yet. The soldier replied blandly.

- I haven't fallen yet!

"Fight to the death...... Don't retreat!" grabbed the opponent's sword blade with the palm of his hand, and the soldier used his body as a shield as a shield, and rushed towards the general along with the blade in his body, "Long live Northwater!"

The sword suddenly vanished.

Before he could react, the next moment, the deadly murder weapon once again passed through the soldier's body. For the general, just now was enough time to kill a soldier dozens of times.

However, there is only one life.

The long sword was drawn, leaped backwards, rushed forward, stabbed again, and the continuous movements were done in one go in a time that the naked eye could not react to, and the strength of the general was much more than that of the soldiers, and even could not be measured by multiples. The second sword strike was faster and stronger than the first, and the force tore at the soldier's flesh with great force, knocking his entire body back into the rudimentary wood of the outpost.

"It's over. The general declared again.

"Not yet...... End ......" the soldier gritted his teeth and gave the same reply.

- I haven't fallen yet!

This is a battle with absolutely no chance of winning, but for the soldier, victory or defeat does not matter, he just has to stick here, stick to his beliefs, and never retreat!

"Fight to the death!" Twice in a row he received fatal wounds, but he didn't know what force was still supporting the soldier's body. Squeezing out the last of his strength, his bloodied hands once again grabbed the blade of the sword, and his resolute eyes met the general's faint gaze like a lake, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

"Fight to the death!" he roared one last time, however, the strength of his whole body had long been exhausted, and the general's light grip on the hilt of his sword with one hand was enough to suppress his last counterattack.

-- After all, faith cannot change the disparity in strength.

- However, faith can be a salvation and allow one to face death without fear.

"If, if all the Northwater soldiers were like you, then ......"

The general did not say the rest of the words, and the soldier's eyes were still the same, tenacious and resolute, and that had been reduced to eternity. His body had stiffened, his blood still dripping on the rocky ground, and he held his head high and dragged his body forward, still wanting to move forward, forward until the end of his life.

"Perhaps, I should still ask your name......" the general let go of his sword, "no, that's fine." ”

He took two steps back, then solemnly gave a military salute to the soldier's body.

"May the true God grant you eternal rest, noble soldier. ”

After saying that, he left without looking back, and at this very moment, the wind, which had never been blown in this land, seemed to come from a distant and ancient place, and gently blew across the general's face.

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