Breaking into the tent was a young man with smooth black hair like a waterfall shawl, and a soft, handsome face, all covered in an old gray robe. The www.biquge.info of the pen and the fun of the court gives the impression that a sharp blade tempered by a master craftsman is inserted into the scabbard made by an apprentice.

"The silver cavalry you are talking about is named Charlotte Green, a member of the staff under the command of General Ford in the Southwest Theater of the Hill Empire, the niece of the Imperial National Division, and the daughter of Grand Duke Green, the lord of Snow Wolf City......" The black-haired man showed a smile that made people smile, stretched out his hand from under the gray robe, and flashed the sun god bracelet on his wrist, "She is not a warrior of the gods, but a mortal who has tempered her will and body into a murder weapon. ”

At the sight of the intruder, the young soldiers were calm, no one suspected that there was something wrong with the identity of the black-haired man, no matter how weak the Guy army was, they believed that no one had the ability and guts to sneak into the barracks. Moreover, the gray robe and the sun god bracelet show that the black-haired man is the lowest gray-clothed priest of the Red Sect, and in the barracks, he is called the military priest, who is responsible for leading the soldiers in prayer and comforting the soldiers who are on the verge of mental collapse, and also plays the role of a doctor.

Only Jack tightened his cheeks and looked like a constipated look on his face. There were at least three reasons for his upset: first, the man eavesdropping on them outside the tent, second, the man's appearance and temperament made him look like a peasant, and third, the man began to deny him as soon as he came in.

Although the words that came out of Jack's mouth were all derived from his own brain and irresponsible conjecture, he himself could not be sure that what he said was true until the black-haired man denied him. But after listening to the black-haired man's words, he suddenly felt that the truth was as he said, and he had the responsibility to defend it.

"!" exclaimed Jack, pointing at the black-haired man's nose, "how do you know the warriors of the gods, you're just talking nonsense!"

Jack's serious and confident expression does look very convincing, and if one day you suddenly bump into a person who has to say that the sun is coming out of the west, you will have the same expression as Jack when you refute him.

When the other four young soldiers saw Jack's expression, they were reassured and echoed it. How could a mortal kill a knight commander with a single shot? How could a mortal break through the phalanx of heavily armored spearmen with one horse? In this way, there is no doubt that the silver cavalry must be the warriors of the gods!

Seeing that they didn't believe it, the black-haired man didn't argue, and said unhurriedly: "All the information of the generals of the southwest, southeast, and southeast military regions of the Hill Empire can be found in the temples in the big city, and you will know it since you go and see it." ”

This is bad, Jack saw that the black-haired man was conclusive, as if he really had evidence. Once the brain-made things collide with the evidence, they will be easily recognized like fake gold thrown into the fire. But he can't admit defeat, now this matter has nothing to do with whether it's true or wrong, what matters is victory or defeat. He hurriedly came up with an excuse and said, "Hmph, I thought you were going to say something." Where will the temple show us the precious information of the civilians, we can't use the method you said. You just saw this and deliberately said something unverifiable to deceive people!"

"Uh...... Actually, the temple's library is open to civilians, as long as you can read and write......" The black-haired man raised his hand from under his robe in annoyance, scratched his hair, and looked at the empty place as he spoke, as if thinking about how people could be so stupid, "Forget it...... I am a military priest who was temporarily requisitioned from El City, and I am in charge of your team along with a few other priests. May I ask if there are any wounded people in your ranks?"

The squad and the corps are two establishments, the first corps has five people, and the captain of the squadron is one captain, and the officers are not counted in the number of members. Five battalions are one song, five songs are one battalion, and ten battalions are one squad. There are squadrons and brigades above the squadron, but there are no regulations on how many squadrons there are in the squadron and how many squadrons there are in the squadron, as long as you can get the permission of the Grand Duke. The brigade and above are also divided into several armies according to the difference of the highest commander. But now that almost the whole country had fallen, it was unified into the Guy Army, with Lucas Guy as the supreme commander.

Including the Rhine Kingdom and the Hill Empire, almost all the countries on the continent of St. Ainos have adopted this military system, and at most due to different cultural customs, there are some differences in details. The Knights of the Scorching Sun and the Knights of the Cathar are both knightly orders, which are different from the army, and their establishment is naturally different.

When it came to business, Jack shut his mouth in a smug manner, he did not want to take responsibility for interfering with the priest's treatment of the wounded. Even if it is a gray-robed priest, his identity is much more noble than that of a commoner, if it weren't for the black-haired man, Jack felt that the spiritual barrier that he had built with great difficulty was about to collapse, and the sand pile buried in his head was about to be turned over, and Jack didn't dare to gasp in front of the black-haired man.

If the Hill Empire did not rely on God's warriors to win the war, wouldn't it be saying that Jack and the soldiers of the Principality of Guy were all wrecked? This is a no-brainer, and the Hill Empire must be all God's warriors......

A soldier took over and replied to the black-clothed priest: "Our captain was shot in the shoulder by a rocket in the last battle, and although the flames were quickly extinguished, he did not have time to bandage his wounds when he retreated, and the wounds deteriorated badly...... The priest who treated him said he was hopeless and threw him in the tent of the seriously wounded......"

The two words that the young soldier did not utter were "wait for death". Doctors who could only be hired by the nobility would not serve the army, and those who could afford to study medicine must be nobles themselves, so that a soldier who was abandoned by the priests of the army was no different from death, and there was no one in the barracks who could do better than them.

Most of the priests accompanying the army were mainly gray-clothed priests, who only mastered some first-aid methods and the ability to identify boiling herbs more than ordinary people, and some of them were indiscriminate, and there were more people who died than those who were rescued. But who would hold them accountable? Annoying the priests, the army would have to rely on the soldiers to save themselves. An ordinary flu, in the absence of effective herbs, can bring an army to its knees.

The young soldiers thought that the gray-clothed priest would ignore it like the other priests after hearing about the captain's injury, and more was better than less, but the black-haired gray-clothed priest thought for a moment and said, "Take me to see it, I have some special medicine for burns......"

In fact, from the soldier's description, it can be seen that it is no longer a burn that is killing the captain, but a complication caused by a high fever after the wound is infected. But the black-haired priest felt that it was too complicated, and the soldiers could not understand it, so he used to treat the burns for a perfunctory moment.

"That's great!" The young soldiers were overjoyed to hear that the black-haired priest was willing to treat the captain, although they had not been together for a long time, as recruits, they had received a lot of care from the captain, "Lord Priest, you are really the embodiment of daylight!"

They stood up one after another, pulling the black-haired priest towards the place where the captain was resting. Jack also followed sullenly, he had some dark thoughts in his heart, if the captain died, he would definitely become the new captain......

Although this power only allowed him to have five men, it was enough for Jack to curse Captain Wu to die.

"By the way, Lord Priest, you haven't told us your name yet. As he walked to the captain's tent, a soldier asked.

The black-haired priest hesitated for a moment, then swallowed a name back in his throat, and finally came out of his mouth a name that he felt unfamiliar: "My name is Chet...... A native of El City. ”

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After walking for about ten minutes, and crossing many tents, the soldiers led Chet to an area dedicated to the rest of the seriously wounded...... He said that he would give them rest, but in fact, he left them alone and waited for them to die. They were gathered together only to prevent the spread of the disease, and to make it easier to clean up when they died.

Probably out of guilt for having to abandon their comrades, the supply officers of the Gay Army allowed each seriously wounded man to have a separate tent so that they could savor their pain in peace. Occasionally, the tent would be blown open by the wind, and Chet's eyes rushed in like a falcon that had spotted its prey, noting in a few moments how the wounded were injured and the shape of the wound, and then replaying the recorded images in his mind and slowly analyzing them.

After seeing the tragic images of several of the wounded, Chet observed two things. First of all, most of these injured were physically disabled as a result of being assaulted with rifles. Under normal circumstances, what kind of injuries can be caused by a rifle attack?

It is possible to stab the torso in the front of the body, and the impact of running at high speed can directly destroy the sternum of the attacker, crushing the heart or other internal organs, causing the victim to bleed profusely and die of excessive bleeding or suffocation; it may stab the joint and neck bone, the former is dislocated, the latter is the neck is broken and the throat is swallowed; most likely, the arm of the attacked, because the mentally healthy infantryman will definitely find a way to dodge or defend when he sees a cavalry rushing towards him, rather than trying to confront it head-on with courage or stupidity。 Both dodging and defending can cause the rifle to slide over the victim's side and stab the victim's arm.

Due to the evasive and defensive movements, the rifle can only break the attacker's arm at best, and in most cases only cause skin trauma. And the one who was attacked by the cavalry of the Knights of the Cathars...... Their arms were all gone.

The moment it was touched by the spear, the flesh and bones were torn to pieces with a strong force. This shows that the cavalry of the Knights of the Cathar has surpassed the boundaries of mortals in terms of strength...... At least two to three times stronger than the average person.

The second thing is that these wounded seem to have given up hope of survival even on their own...... Compared to the camp, where wails could be heard everywhere, the area where the seriously wounded and sick were gathered was quiet and frightening, and each tent resembled a tombstone with corpses buried in them that had not yet decomposed.

No one will easily give up hope of survival, even if they want to commit suicide, they will inevitably regret it in the moment before they die, and they want to struggle to continue living. But these people ...... It must have been through an extremely painful struggle, repeatedly reincarnated between hope and despair, and thought about the situation he faced while maintaining his sanity...... In the end, he came to the conclusion that he would definitely die, so he could be so calm.

It's a sad peace that doesn't make anyone feel like they're taking death in stride. They are not at all calm, they are just helpless, and their deep anger, sorrow, unwillingness, pain, and depression are buried by despair and exhaustion. Countless serious injuries and illnesses are like countless dormant volcanoes.

"The power of the Knights Cathar ......," Chet muttered, "it's real......"

"Priest, here we are. The soldier reminded.

Chet came back to his senses and looked up to see a tombstone that didn't have anything special...... No, it's a tent. Lifting the curtain of the tent and stepping inside, he saw a simple straw mat on the ground, and a shirtless middle-aged man lying on it.

The flesh on the man's shoulder was no longer recognizable as human flesh, but more like some kind of black-purple rotting plant, piled up in a muddy swamp filled with miasma, emitting a stench that reminded people of the word death before vomiting. The man tried to keep his eyes open, as if he still had some will to survive, but in fact, his sanity had long since ceased to exist due to the high fever for many days, and even a monkey was much more awake than him.

"There are burn marks near the wound, but it's not serious...... the soldiers couldn't help but stay at the entrance of the tent when they smelled the Captain's body, but Chet leaned over to the Captain as if he couldn't smell it, leaned down to take a closer look, "Is it really because of the infection...... If only I could have been sooner......"

The priests had two ways to deal with infected wounds, one was to use herbs to reduce inflammation and sterilization, which was effective in 30% of the time, because they did not know how to mix herbs, but simply mashed the raw materials and then made them into a puree and pasted on the wounds. The other is to chop off the part where the wound is located...... This method is quite effective, and the success rate is so high that it can be called a cure-and-all - if the person is still alive after being chopped up.

When the captain was dying, he was terminally ill and could not be saved by ordinary methods. Chet has a way to save him, but it would be unwise to show his ability to attract the attention of someone he doesn't know just to save someone he doesn't know, and his identity will be exposed.

In desperation, Chet had no choice but to give up his first practice of medicine after coming to the Guy Army, and sighed: "I'm sorry, everyone, my medical skills are not good, and I can't cure your captain......"

The soldiers looked at each other with no expression of disappointment or sadness on their faces, feeling that this result was both expected and unexpected. They hoped that the zealous black-haired priest would save the captain, which would be a good omen, or a symbol, that they would feel that their nightmare was at the end of their time, and that they could finally see the light of day.

But while they are looking forward to this, they also know in their hearts that the probability of what they are looking forward to coming true is extremely low, and it is normal for them not to be able to achieve it. So when hope fails, they can easily accept it. This is just one of the countless tragedies in the past half a month, nothing special. When tragedy hits people with a torrential rain, people will make living in tragedy the norm. Except for a small number of glass hearts, most people's spiritual strength is the same as Xiaoqiang's, the spring breeze can't be burned, and the wildfire blows and grows.

Chet apologized again and was about to leave, when suddenly his ears shook slightly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his expression naturally slowed down. Unless someone carefully observes his movements, they will not be able to detect the changes he hides in his calm.

"Your Majesty, this is it!, please save my love!" a woman's voice sounded outside the tent, and the voice of a forty-year-old showed the vigor of a twenty-year-old with anxiety and love.