Alexandra leaned down, picked up a piece of rusted rifle receiver from the ground, and looked around.

There was still a half-blooded bayonet buried in the black soil next to it, a broken flagpole was stuck diagonally next to the well, and the broken flag fluttered in the wind:

"There have been battles here, the battlefield has been cleaned, but you can still see it,

The battle was fierce at that time, dwarf, what you just tasted was not the smell of earth, but the smell of blood, and the blood penetrated deep into the soil and soaked into the groundwater."

Carl looked indifferent and spread his hands: "It doesn't hurt to drink a little blood, and you won't become a vampire." ”

William looked at the broken banner; "Blue background, white unicorn ornamentation, the family coat of arms of the Duke of Leclerc, the nobleman of Solan,

It is also the military flag of the royalist loyalist faction, and it is obvious that it has been abandoned here, and it is obviously a defeat. ”

Karl looked down at the rifle parts on the ground;

"Looks like our allies have been beaten up badly!

The military flag, which was regarded as the soul of the army, was abandoned like this, and the flag officer was either killed in battle, or he was a cowardly coward!

This is not an orderly retreat, but a mountain of defeat, and our allies have been hit hard, and we are in great trouble now. ”

William didn't do anything, just observed the scenery around him,

Something is blowing the broken flag, a sorrowful wind,

Wherever there has been a battle, Mother Earth has been ravaged with tears - scarred by cannonballs; Large-caliber cannon shells ploughed deep ravines.

The steel shards of sabers and rifles were rusted in pools of blood, and the wasteland in the distance was lined with dirt bags, estimated to be thousands.

It is the grave of an unknown soldier, in which a son or father is buried, and countless families will mourn and weep for it.

It was nearly dusk, and the sunset was red on the horizon, illuminating the crooked, shelled houses of the village.

There were large orchards and fields of crops nearby, and the fertile land was supposed to feed many people.

Because of the war, these precious crops have been destroyed,

The branches of the fruit trees flowed from the red slime of the withered past, and from a distance, it seemed as if each tree was a scaly soldier who was dying of blood loss.

The golden ears of wheat were heavy and bent the stalks.

It should have been a bumper harvest, but it was destroyed by the war, most of the wheat was charred and blackened by incendiary bombs, and some were trampled by war horses, and they fell down in the mud and could not stand upright.

A field of farmland has survived tenaciously, the corn planted in it is unscathed, and the scarecrow has a wooden plank nailed to its belly, and a word is written in Solan -

"Hope."

The village had to survive the long and unbearable winter on a field of corn, and there was nothing living as far as the eye could see, except for the crow that had landed on the scarecrow's head.

William Einfoot looked around:

"Where are the villagers? The place was eerie, haunted. ”

A scout in a hussar uniform said:

"Report to the division commander, it's not that there is no one in the village, but they are all hiding in the houses and don't dare to come out.

"I see, it's normal, anyone who sees such a large group of soldiers will panic, and besides, to these villagers, we are all foreign routs with bad intentions" William picked up a handful of charred ears of wheat and scolded:

"These stupid rebels! It is really a tyrannical thing to choose the battlefield in the farmland! I'm going to starve to death this winter! ”

The guide said: "I often come here to hunt wild ducks, and I am very familiar with the people in this village.

Lord William, I will introduce you to the village chiefs here, rest assured that they are all loyalists, loyal to the Duke of Leclerc, and definitely reliable allies. ”

Carl poured cold water on it: "It's hard now, our allies have suffered defeats, and these villagers may have defected a long time ago!" ”

Alexandra held down the holster of her pistol, alert; "The dwarf has a point, you have to be on guard, and if you find a villager with a gun, shoot it immediately if the warning is ineffective!"

The guide sensed the killing intent and panicked: "Na! Strong women, don't kill indiscriminately! I swear that the villagers of this village will never become rebels, after all, they hate voodoo. ”

"Don't worry, we Valstad soldiers are disciplined and won't kill innocents." William soothed: "Let's go, in order to express sincerity, I, the division commander, have to visit in person,

Guide, show us the way. ”

The bulk of the 12th Mountain Division camped in the burned wheat fields, and William and a group of senior officers were led by guides to the village chief's mansion.

Along the way, they felt suspicious and fearful gazes from the cracks in the doors and windows of the surrounding houses.

The mother kept the children in the back, afraid that they would run out to play, while the father held a pitchfork and was ready to fight for his life.

The villagers thought that these Valstadians would break into the village and burn and plunder like rebels.

But this terrible scene did not happen, and William and his party just walked silently, talking loudly in a lingua franca that everyone could understand, and the content of the conversation was kind and harmless.

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief,

Obviously, this group of Valstad soldiers was much more polite than the armed forces of their country, and they did not fire random shots or go from house to house.

They came to a farmhouse whose door had been torn down.

The chicken coop and cowshed in the yard were empty, apparently looted, and a rotting cow carcass lay on the ground, surrounded by buzzing flies.

At the edge of a wooden door painted with yellow mud, a filthy male dog shrank in the corner and barked at Lieutenant General William, trying to keep him out.

"Nasty brute, good dog out of the way! Get out! Carl pulled out his pistol.

A strong hand pressed the muzzle of the gun: "Nasty dwarf!" It's just a poor watchdog, and it's its job to keep the living out of it! ”

Alexandra loves dogs very much, she grew up in the grassland, she raised many smart sheepdogs, she squatted down in distress, began to stroke the ears of the male dog, broke off a piece of jerky and fed it to him,

The dirty watchdog stopped barking and wagged its tail as it calmed down and licked Alexandra's calloused palms with its red tongue.

"Oops...... What a pathetic! Look at the teeth, this dog must be ten years old, equivalent to a human old man, look at its left eye, it was blinded by someone with a bayonet! Who is so ruthless! I'm so distressed! ”

Carl Vinson scoffed: "Hmph, you ugly girl, it's ridiculous, I've never seen you so sad when I died!" ”

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged man in bright spirits walked out;

"It was a good thing for the rebels to do, and after they had won the battle, they began to plunder the chicken coop and the cowshed, and my guard dog 'Maoqiu' went to stop it, and was blinded in one eye with a bayonet."

Hearing this, Alexandra became even more sad, hugged the elderly watchdog tightly, and stroked its back:

"So you're a hairball, what a cute name!"

The guide said: "Let me introduce, this Mr. Clarkson is the head of this village,

Clarkson, this lord is a Valstad soldier, rest assured, he and his troops are friendly and have done our village a great favor! You can trust them absolutely! ”

"Since you're all like that, I'm relieved." The middle-aged man nodded and bowed to William:

"My lord, if you don't dislike it, please enter the humble house to talk in detail, please come in!"

"I can't ask for it, please!"

Legend of the Heroes of Valstad