It's finally over

The battle, named "The Battle of Yintao City", is completely over

The vast heaven and earth, the vast ocean" witnessed this tragic battle. Under their silent gaze, on the narrow plain outside the city, in order to gain or not to lose something, the people fought a ......

If you kill someone else, you have to resist your fate according to common sense, except on the battlefield.

As long as the land under your feet is named the battlefield, people can kill each other smoothly and justifiably. Over time, they will also use the ability to kill as a criterion for judging whether someone is powerful or powerful.

To put it simply, the more people kill, the more famous, and the more power you have, so war has also become a speculative business that many people are keen on.

Business needs to be disguised.

Win or lose, all sides of the war will select some good-looking men, pile up all the good things, and try to shape them into beloved mascots for spectators to pet and play with.

There will never be an official who thinks of the poor man who has become a "military meritorious". If someone occasionally says it, the winner will only sneer and spoil the fun: "The loser must be sarcastic and cowardly...... They would rather describe the battlefield as a black hole in which no news reveals good, rather than dare, cannot, or tell the truth: war is cruel, and all derogatory words are not enough to describe it

The most powerful function of war is to devour the beauty of the majority of people and snuff out the Xiyi of ordinary people.

The battlefield is "like a realm of magic, or the realm of ability", and it has its own unique set of rules that are cast in iron and steel, that is, no matter whether good or evil, good or bad, everyone will be treated equally. On the battlefield, how many people have bloomed in an instant? How many people have extinguished the dazzling brilliance? How many people have sacrificed their lives and forgotten their deaths, exhausted their hard work, and finally left only a rickety body, scarred but still humble?

As long as you step into the battlefield, "as long as you are stubborn, it shows that these people are willing, so in this way, the battlefield seems to be fair?

In fact, the most unfair place in the world is the battlefield! Because this is business, and any business is controlled by the boss behind the scenes. No matter how dirty and despicable other businesses are, "the boss only wants money, but the war boss asks for human life."

The boss of the battlefield has two hands, the one who draws and determines the battlefield is called the black hand, and the one who starts the war is called the pusher. How many innocent people have been involved in the whirlpool of war stirred up by these two hands? People who were originally stable were forced to war, but they were confused, unable to help themselves, and fought for life and death

What good can a desperate person get: Is it a benefit to have a bread and half a bowl of vegetable soup for every meal and a moldy bedding every night? Is it a benefit for a social practice that is inferior to a beast to be "dehumanized"? Is it a benefit to exchange human heads for gold coins that end up circulating in a prostitute?

They have either died on the battlefield or left behind countless wounds, but have they ever received a little benefit? All the benefits and benefits, whether they know it or not, "have to go to the boss."

Is there a bit of fairness in that?

From preparation to the end, the entire war process is a harvest period for the bosses to squeeze the benefits, and who wins and who loses on all sides of the war "This is not a problem" The boss is only worried that you don't have it, not worried that you won't pay, but in this war, the boss behind the scenes may be disappointed, because the Silver Coast is an old force, with a hard temperament and a bad temper "Prince Pfister just flushes all the benefits into the toilet, and he won't hand them over to the warmongers." The Silver Coast has stood in the way of many people in the past: trade negotiations, food supplies, metal exports, and the distribution of exotic materials, "the monopoly of the Continental Waterway, the negotiation of the establishment of the Continental Holy Alliance, etc.", any one of them is enough to be worthy of the common sky.

The bosses, of course, did not agree. Collapsed the Saint King line entrenched in the Quelsa Plain, and the sage line of Yintao City blocked the way, and even now, Pfister, a prince who didn't have any hair, dared to stand alone in the middle of the road, and the bosses decided to change the owner of Yintao City, "The kind of trident that is willing to do business with everyone, and those soft-footed shrimp are the most suitable."

I thought things would be very difficult, "I didn't expect that there was a mysterious and powerful force also doing this, the two sides were like-minded, like-minded, and a hundred years together, so the war bosses had a very peculiar positioning of the former master of Yintao City, that is, Prince Pfister: whether he lived or died, he was the trophy of the victorious side" Isn't it super tasteful? Isn't it super memorable?

This is the truth of war

The war went smoothly, the bosses were so bored that they dozed off, and who knew that the most critical one would mess up?

The most critical business is to fight Yintao City.

If the city is broken, the war has to be called "Yintao City Siege", but now since it is called "Yintao City Defense ......", it means that the defenders of Yintao City did not lose Pfister, and Yintao City has one more brave man, "But these things are not the most powerful." What really makes the bosses want to cry without tears and remorse is actually a piece of paper they just got.

The horror of this paper is that it may be a symptom of the revival of the Silver Coast, a rough papyrus, with a line on its head that is larger than a knife: The Silver Coast Edict

This is the highest order of the many tribes of the Silver Coast and the entire territory of the West Coast of Mingfa, which must be signed by the king, the sage, and the brave" and this unique emblem of the king, the sage, and the brave, and the order calling on the tribal forces to pursue and suppress the rout of the coalition army was issued by Yintao City.

After nearly a hundred years of extinction, it has come again, although it is not as powerful and majestic as before, but it is sharp and resolute.

So the bosses had a hunch that they had lost a lot of money in the whole business

"The warmongers are vicious, but the court deacons are also powerful enough, they have just gone through the test of life and death, and the courage is staggering: they have done it before the battle is completely over." Even the freshly baked "brave" didn't know that his name was widely advertised......

Which court deacon has such courage? Is this the style of the cabinet at all?

But not to mention, they were originally cultivated according to the standard of + passion civil officials, and the whole group has been holding back in the position of deacon for nearly a hundred years, and now the opportunity is well deserved, and the fool will fight for it, right?

Yintao City is managed by them, and while it is managed, it is against the Senate of the Government Affairs Department, so the style of the deacons is very fresh. Just take an example: from the beginning of the war when the coalition forces were approaching, to the details of the battles in various places, the reasons for the victory or defeat, they would announce them to the public.

The vast majority of the situation, losses, and seizures are not hidden.

Later, because the battlefield was so close that the people could listen and see it for themselves, the official did not make any special explanations, because there were more onerous post-war affairs waiting for them.

In fact, when the front was still advancing towards the sunset, several passages for the people to enter and exit the battlefield were already being opened, and the route was turning around the battlefield. From there, residents can enter the battlefield to save lives and find their relatives.

As soon as the coalition forces crossed, the city gate was opened, and the passage was suddenly overcrowded.

The crowd was made up entirely of women and children, who were anxious and sad, and on both sides of the passage were usually covered with tabernacle materials, so that the people would not see the particularly miserable Jing family...... , but this is an act of good faith.

There are only three things on the side of the passage: the bulletin board, the treatment center, and the small open space.

Names were constantly written on bulletin boards, and large groups of crying people were gathered below: people were rushing out of the crowd and throwing themselves down in front of the nose stretchers in the treatment room, groping up and down for questioning, and there were constant shouts of ecstasy rushing into the small vacant lots, throwing themselves into the arms of some smirking or sluggish soldier......

The rest of the people continued to move forward, continuing to walk through the battlefield with anxious and sad expressions, ready to meet their own Jixi.

Townsend did not take this passage, because when he approached, "the crowd would change strangely, and they would greet him with the old and the young," and they would greet him with all kinds of courtesies, and look at him with gratitude, admiration, and adoration, and call him "Your Highness the Brave," which each time hindered the footsteps of many people.

Townsend was not afraid of such trouble, but considering the urgency of their hearts, it was "an unforgivable sin" to disturb them at this time. So Townsend turned his horse's head and went down another road to the battlefield.

Turn a few corners" At the same time as the field of vision suddenly widened, the strange aura was also suppressed.

The mountain was so high, the iron was so heavy, it made people's hairs stand on end, and their breath was stagnant! Townsend pulled the reins to stop his warhorse, and his warhorse neighed softly, and stepped back slightly, its front hooves cautiously avoiding the puddles of blood on the front side.

In front of Townsend is the counter-offensive impact line. This is the real path of killing, the road of life and death without concealment and rest.

On the front, the blackened piece had completely dried up, but it could still be seen that it came from a shield cart ten paces away, which belonged to the kind of violent eruption, and finally solidified into a mass at the low joy three paces away, and on the side, the dark red and black patch was a half-dried blood stain, dragging and dragging and intermittent, like a passer-by who had intruded into someone else's life, and like a broken stroke when he had exhausted his strength.

Forward" a large fan-shaped stain of blood, short and intense, gathered on a soldier who had been cut off half of his shoulder, wearing a brand new military uniform, "with a necklace of animal teeth around his neck, and his last expression was horrified and dark: next to him, a soldier in a tattered uniform knelt on the ground, his stiff hands still holding a spear that pierced him......

Farther on, there were two bloodstained clumps on the crooked plank, "a sharp, piercing arrow stuck in the center of the bloodstain; the hand that leaned the edge of the plank clenched a short sword, and the lace edge of the shirt wrist was exposed under the black wire gloves; farther on, the field of vision was full of twisted severed limbs, hugging stumps, overlapping charred corpses......

How many people's lives are frozen here, and how many people's bodies are stiffened here?

Count ...... Hard to count

The whole field of vision was "skewed and upside down, horizontally and vertically, all the same sight, although there were no thorn roses on this journey, Townsend's breathing grew heavier, and his brow was lowered again.

Too much, too close, too ......eye-catching!~!