Suddenly, Ensign Charlie was stunned, because he found a special corpse, somewhat slender and short in shape and appearance, not like an adult, crushed by the corpse of a war horse.

"Na...... This...... This is clearly a child! A big boy! ”

Charlie tried his best to turn the heavy corpse of the war horse open, and then sighed deeply, because there was a boy's corpse lying in front of him, which was embarrassing.

Judging by his appearance and figure, he was no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and when he took off his iron helmet, he could see the boy's short blond hair.

He was wearing a full-size dragoon uniform, the blood on the fabric had dried up and congealed into blood clots and gradually blackened, and a straight-edged saber was still clenched in his white and stiff hands.

Charlie carefully rummaged for the fatal wound, and it turned out that the cause of the child's death was a severe injury to his lungs due to a flintlock projectile in his chest, and his blood must have dried up.

"It's really sad...... This kid is still like this, why did he go to the battlefield? Charlie sighed,

And it seemed that the boy was fighting very stubbornly, and the stiff fingers of his right hand firmly grasped the hilt of the knife, and he couldn't break it with all his might.

At this time, he noticed another detail, the boy's stiff left hand grabbed the cloak of another dragoon, who was pressed under the corpse of a Solan Kingdom artilleryman in a red military uniform, and a strand of long golden hair peeking out from below.

"Huh? So what's going on? A soldier with long hair? ”

Ensign Charles Dennis curiously turned over the corpse of Solan's artilleryman, and the sight before him was completely unacceptable.

"Oh my! My lord! Why? Why the hell is that! ”

Lying in front of him was a girl in military uniform, slightly older than the boy just now.

Her face was bloodless, her stomach had been pierced by a bayonet, her intestines were bleeding out in half, and the cause of her death was obviously hemorrhage from the severe wound to her abdomen, and her long golden hair was tangled in brown muddy water and dried blood.

Second Lieutenant Charlie Dennis may never know who she is, but he thinks that this girl is very beautiful, her delicate features are as beautiful as a doll, and her big blue eyes are still round and open, and there seem to be tears rippling in them, knowing how desperate this girl has experienced before she dies.

Her right hand was firmly gripping the hilt of the scit-bladed saber, her left arm was revealing the bones of Bai Sensen, her left hand had been severed and was missing, her left leg was firmly embedded in the stirrup, and her right leg was broken for unknown reasons, twisting horribly into the shape of the letter 'Z'.

Charlie didn't know the names of the two children, but he knew that they must have been very brave in battle, and Second Lieutenant Charlie lined up the bodies of the two children, and then stood by and thought:

(Maybe they are a pair of siblings, the younger brother ran out without telling his parents, falsely declared his age and enlisted in the army, and the older sister also went to the battlefield with the younger brother?) ）

What is it that makes these children go to war without any reluctance? The aggressive impulse of young people? A yearning for honor? Or fiery patriotism? Maybe he'll never know, because the two kids can't speak again.

At this moment, Second Lieutenant Charles already has a deeper understanding of the war.

For the Valstadians like him, they were born in a great era, and an empress of divine blood led their compatriots to revive the ancient empire and march towards the pinnacle of glory.

The soldiers of this era are undoubtedly the most eye-catching in history, dressed in ornate uniforms, listening to the uplifting beat of military music, and marching in a neat procession...... It's all so beautiful, like a dream that you don't want to wake up to, and all the young people of Valsta flock to it, and everyone treats war as a work of art, completely forgetting its terrifying nature.

No matter how well-dressed the soldiers of this era are, like a gentleman wearing a top hat and a civilized stick, the essence of war has not changed, it is still full of violence and blood, and it is still crazy killing.

In Valstad, most people went to the Templar to worship the statue of the Valkyrie Minerva, because this goddess was beautiful, majestic and brave, and was the most revered and revered god of the Valist people, and was the spiritual pillar of most Rao.

Ensign Charlie looked at the corpses of the children in front of him and had a new feeling;

Minerva, a Valkyrie with brains and intestines flowing all over the place, would probably not be charming, in fact, even the Valkyries, even the great Valista Empress Emperor Salantos Midnet, even the hoplites armed with gorgeous silver cuirasses.

Most of their romanticism is rendered by artists who have never shed blood, never killed anyone, and never seen anyone killed.

People are always willing to focus on the good side, only to see the triumphant return of the soldiers, full of trophies and laughing proudly, but few people pay attention to the mountains of corpses piled up on the battlefield, which is the terrible price to be paid for peace, and in the natural law of the jungle, only the victor deserves the right to live.

If you want to ask how cruel the war is, the mutilated eyes and limbs of Valstad Empress Sarantos are living examples, but unfortunately most people only see the empress living in the luxurious Golden Lake Palace and feasting, only seeing her and her children on the high, but is this really the life that the empress wants? Who can understand her sadness and helplessness.

"Hey! Soldiers over there! Don't be lazy and waste time anymore! Hurry up and complete the mission! A military doctor with a high rank shouted at him.

"I'm sorry! I see, I'll get to work right away, sir! ”

Second Lieutenant Charlie Dennis reached out to wipe away his tears, and just as he was about to collect the relics on the corpse of the boy and girl, a figure appeared from behind him.

"Who!?" Ensign Charlie was taken aback and turned his head.

The person who came was a large middle-aged man, who was obviously a big man, wearing a dirty imperial marshal's uniform, looking very sloppy, his face was covered with a ginger beard, and his forehead, arms, and thighs were wrapped in blood-stained bandages, which was shocking, and if it weren't for this Rao's extremely strong physique, he would definitely not be able to support it a long time ago.

His tired, bloodshot eyes were staring at the corpses of the boy and girl lying flat on the ground.

"This friend, that's where you found them?"

"Yes, my lord, I moved the corpses of the upper floors away, and I found these two poor children." Second Lieutenant Charlie had already recognized the big man in front of him, and stood up and gave a military salute: "Handsome Yi Wan!" Hello! ”

The marshal raised his arm, signaled that he did not need to be polite, and then said softly: "Thank you, second lieutenant, for the great help you have done me, but you have also put an end to my hopes. ”

"Uh...... I don't quite understand what you mean, sir......"

Yi Wanmarshal lowered his head and began to clean up the blood stains on the boy's face: "I have been wandering around the battlefield all night, rummaging for corpses everywhere, look, as you can see, the battlefield is too big, there are too many dead people, I have never found them, and I have been able to hold on until now because I still have hope." ”

"Dare to ask...... Are these two children your relatives? ”

"They are my adopted son and adopted daughter, originally a poor pair of war orphans, the boy is a younger brother named Shasha, and the girl is a sister named Martha, what a sad thing, isn't it, a family destroyed by one war, and then another war took their lives."

Second Lieutenant Charlie's tears welled up again: "Na...... This must be very painful...... I am very sorry, sir. Do you need me to help you get their bodies back? ”

Yi Wanshuai waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your concern, second lieutenant, no need, I want to be alone with these two children for a while, please go and help me get a shovel, I want to bury them with my own hands." ”

"Okay...... My lord, I'll go. Ensign Charlie turned away, glancing back sympathetically from time to time.

Ivan Mikhainovich Ivanovsky, a son of the steppe forest, of course, mourns his loved ones in the traditional way.

General Alessandro, who arrived later, understood this, and he took out the six-hole recorder carried by the nomads from his belt and played an elegy for the steppe cavalry.

Marshal Iwanmari patiently arranged the remains of the children's corpses, and then sat on the corpse of a war horse next to him, listened to the flute played by General Alessandro, and sang in a low voice:

“

Towards the raging Nord River, the warriors of the steppe galloped wildly,

There were more than 3,000 horses galloping nomads.

Corpses littered the fields, corpses piled up on the banks of the river,

Hundreds of our companions were buried by the enemy's swords and guns.

Take care, brothers and sisters!

Take care, brothers and sisters, stay alive!

Follow our leader, don't be sad and sad!

The first projectile hit the horse's leg.

The second projectile hit me in the heart.

The nomadic warrior fell on the banks of the Nord River,

But his heart has returned to the grassland. ”

(Note: This song is adapted from the Russian Cossack song Лю6о, 6ратцы, лю6о!) ）