The tall, thin Major General Gene smiled, "I'm going to win," he thought. He then retracted his sword and took a step back, ready for the next stab.

But what he didn't expect was that General Robert didn't seem to feel the sharp pain in his shoulder, the veteran had long since stopped caring about his life and death, and only had the hatred brought by the pain of losing his son in his heart, and he held the blade of the saber tightly with his big hand wearing cowhide gloves.

Major General Keentt tried to pull his sword back, but the old general on the other side was extremely strong, and no matter how hard he tried, the blade of the sword did not move.

"Die!" General Robert slashed down with a slash of the heavy saber, which sliced through the bones and muscles of the opponent's shoulder, then sliced inward diagonally, slicing through half of the ribs and lungs, and finally ending near the spine.

Major General Keen knelt down, his chest almost split in half, and he was already exhausted.

General Robert avenged his son, he let go of the hilt of his sword, opened his arms to the sky and laughed wildly, "Hahaha! He then kicked down the opponent's corpse.

Before that, the commander-in-chief of the army, Field Marshal Leopold, rushed to the top of the mountain with all the commanders and staff officers, and watched the duel in silence.

(A bloody duel, where strength triumphs over dexterity, anger triumphs over reason, is the same as this pass battle.) ）

The old general took revenge, his tense breath gradually loosened, and he sat down on the ground, and several young drummers hurriedly helped him up and let him sit on the snare drum.

"Medic, dress General Robert's wounds."

"Thank you, Lord Leopold."

"Do you know what is wrong with not obeying my orders, attacking without permission, and disposing of prisoners without permission, and initiating illegal duels, General Robert?"

"I am willing to be punished, my lord"

"Hmm." Marshal Leopold nodded, "It is understandable for a father to take revenge on his child, but as a soldier, you should know that the laws of military law are untouchable!" If every division commander does not listen to the command, then what kind of battle will there be! ”

The old general sighed, bowed his head like a child who had done something wrong, did not dare to face the reproachful gaze, and said regretfully: "I know...... I have made a great mistake and used my troops without permission, and my crime is unforgivable, so please order me to be shot!" I will die without complaint! ”

"Not really," Leopold waved at him, "Military discipline is dead, people are alive, and the execution of a meritorious veteran will be a blow to morale, and it is important for you to recover from your wounds now, and when you are fully recovered, you will report to the court-martials at Fort Midknight."

Remembering your past merits, I will personally defend you before His Majesty the Duke, and let her treat you lightly. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Leopold." At this time, the wound had been bandaged, and the old general looked at the stones on the ground in shame.

"Well, Medic, get a deputy stretcher and lift General Robert to the carriage."

After dealing with the disobedient old general, Leopold walked towards the hero of the battle.

General Ivan was sitting on the ground tending to a wounded lancer, his four-cornered military hat was missing, his ginger hair was stained with blood, his face had been blackened by gunsmoke, and several gunshot wounds on his body were still bleeding.

"Salute you, warriors of the steppe."

Seeing the commander-in-chief taking off his hat and saluting him, General Ivan struggled to his feet, knocked his heel on his back, and saluted in return, "I did it, Lord Leopold." ”

"It's unbelievable, a strong position that two infantry divisions can't take, you take with three cavalry squadrons, and you take it in one go.

No wonder someone once told me that General Ivan was the best cavalry commander in the continent, but I didn't believe it at the time. ”

"Who are you talking about?"

"My younger brother, also under Dean Simon, is Dali Ainfurt, the commander of the 7th Division of the 3rd Army, and he is a contemporaneous of His Majesty the Duke."

"Oh, I'm friends with him, and I've always wondered why he didn't take the initiative to fight this time?"

"Dali, that guy, he is very nourished, he has made great contributions in the General Armament Department, His Majesty has given him a long vacation, and he is at home with his wife and children at this time. It's not like us, who sweats and bleed all day outside, and I envy him for getting a good night's sleep every day without having to be accompanied by hard marching beds and damn lice. ”

"I'm not as smart as Dalí, I'm only good at charging into battle, serving my country on the battlefield, and trying my best to repay Your Majesty's kindness."

Leopold noticed that the other party was depressed, so he reassured: "Conquering this pass is equivalent to taking the capital of the noble alliance, and you are the first to take it!" What awaits you will be the road to prosperity in official fortune, why are you still depressed? ”

At this time, a lancer captain dismounted in front of them, "Report to the chief, after the preliminary statistics, 121 people in our regiment were killed, 57 were seriously injured, and 25 were missing, they should have fallen off the cliff, and the others who survived were also wounded." ”

"Hey! Got it, you go get busy. General Ivan sighed, "Your Excellency Commander, it stands to reason that you should celebrate, but if you look at my Lancer Regiment, only half of the more than 300 people remain, we are all fellow villagers, these young people believe in me and enlist with me, this is good, let me explain to their parents!"

When I got back to the grassland, I had to go door to door to deliver bad news to those tents, and look at the tears of my parents, wives and children, damn it! I hate this errand! ”

Leopold stopped talking, and at this moment, any high-sounding words of comfort seemed weak, and he did not know what to say, so he bowed his head and remained silent.

In front of them, another lancer was mortally wounded, the lad who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, who had had his leg broken by a shotgun and had died of hemorrhagic shock, and his companion wrapped his body in a canvas bag, and then moved him to the other fallen cavalrymen, and stacked them in a neat row.

General Ivan looked at the blood-stained canvas bags, "Goodbye, friends, waiting for me over there." ”

In order to prevent decay, it was necessary to bury the corpses, and the sappers began work with shovels.

An older cavalryman took out the nomadic nomadic lyre, played it beside him, and his hoarse voice was particularly desolate:

“

The sound of trumpets echoed in the wilderness

The sun is over

The parched land thirsts for blood

I hear your cries before you die

Ah, friend

Never to see each other again

We fought side by side

A beautiful Valkyrie descended to earth

She will flap her wings of brilliance

Bringing you to the top of the clouds

From now on, you will sit high in the Golden Palace of the Divine Domain

Away from all the distractions of the world.

”

In the afternoon, the 80,000-strong army of the Duchy of Valstad crossed the pass and camped under the capital of the noble allies.