The barrel limped, followed the back of the cavalry, and charged forward.

The knights passed by him, threw themselves past him into the cannon fire, and one after the other fell from their horses.

Some of them got back to their feet and continued to move forward, limping like barrels. Some of them have never been able to get back up after falling.

The barrels know that this is their fate.

Either crushed by enemy artillery fire, or crushed by the wheels of the dawn of a new era.

At that time, in the mountains and forests of Madre, everyone was in danger, and at that time, there was only hatred in everyone's hearts, and the belief that could support everyone's survival was only hatred.

What homeland, what Indians, what civilizations and nations...... It's all too high, too far, and too ethereal.

Only hatred can replace food to fill hungry stomachs, can replace clothes to survive the cold and bitter winter, and can replace muskets to drive everyone to follow that person without hesitation.

But a new era has arrived!

In the new era, hatred has gradually become a marginal thing. What the children need is food, the women like fancy clothes, and the young people need cannons and steel guns......

However, the old people are already old.

They have nothing but hatred.

If one day, even hatred is gone, the barrel really doesn't know why he still lives.

Originally, like those brothers, he should have died a long time ago.

If there is no hatred, what can I live with?

I heard that even Sekoya had already retired......

The barrel briefly recalled his life, and he realized that all he could give to the world was endless hatred!

But the young Indians didn't need that!

Well, the only thing that can be given to them, that is, to make them remember the back of their own charge.

I hope that this guy can remember the last words he said to him.

"Remember, soap! Our blood cannot be shed in vain! ”

The barrel regrets not saying goodbye to the turtledove, but he hopes that the turtledove will understand that he has fulfilled the vow he made in the beginning.

- He will give his whole life to the turtledove!

- Even if he dies, he hopes to leave a back for the young people of Shulotel to charge forward.

In the rumbling sound of the cannons, on the battlefield where the sound of rushing and killing became more and more sparse, Soap was lucky to avoid damage again and again, but he still failed to rush to the front of the American army, and was thrown up by a wave of air.

He took one last look at Griffin Fortress, where many figures dressed as British soldiers appeared on the walls.

Very good.

There's a young Shulotel there!

And the cruel son of the old greyhound, the blood wolf!

Future...... It's yours after all.

I've traveled all the way.

……

Soap knelt in the middle of a pile of rubble, tears streaming down his face.

"Why? Why does it have to be this way? ”

"There is a shortage of instructors in the military academy in White Rock City, and they can go there to teach students! There are many retired veterans in the Invalides, and they can also go there to retire! ”

"Why do you have to treat them in such a cruel way?"

The Blood Wolf had already left here, and as the Legion Commander, he couldn't have spent much time explaining the doubts to the young soap.

The blood of the blood wolf is not only the blood of the enemy, but also the blood of one's own people.

If you can figure it out, you will naturally figure it out and continue to move forward with the new Shulotr; If you don't understand it, you will part ways and embark on a different path.

That's not necessarily the wrong way, it's just that it's no longer Shulotel.

……

Griffin Fortress spewed white flames, and the overwhelming artillery fire was thrown at the American positions like a snow-white light curtain.

The wall, which was about to be bombarded by American artillery, finally held on and lived up to the name of the fortress. But when the cannons inside Griffin Fortress fired, the huge backlash continued, eventually causing the wall to collapse.

From the telescope, I could only see a mess on the US position, with gravel and dust floating in the air, and as soon as it fell, it was swept away by the ensuing air waves, forming a black and brown wall of fog.

The U.S. troops there scattered like ants, but the ubiquitous artillery fire made their flight seem ridiculous.

A white flag was faintly visible, and the blood wolf didn't want to know what it meant, and the artillery fire wouldn't stop until he gave the order to stop.

He did not pull the trigger of the flare gun all the time, and the artillery on the hill at this time there was no longer a need to open fire, which saved some ammunition.

As for the inside of Griffin Fortress, he only hoped that the artillery fire would be more intense to soothe the grief of the young Shulotel soldiers on the city walls.

The veterans of the old times have died and taken away their hatred.

But once again, they used their lives and blood to render the military soul of Shulotel - death is the best solution.

"Don't worry, your blood won't be shed in vain!"

That's the only thing the blood wolves can give them an explanation.

……

The battle is not over, and Soap finds the blood wolf again.

He was surprised to find that the Blood Wolves seemed to be unconcerned about the sacrifice of the Barrel Cavalry.

A British officer was chatting with the blood wolf in fear, goblet full of red liquid in his hand, talking about the beautiful weather tomorrow.

Seeing the soap coming, the blood wolf smiled and said to the British officer: "Look, our Indian boys, are we all handsome and chic?" ”

The officer hurriedly laughed and praised: "Not bad, not bad." Such a young man, if he walked on the streets of London, there would definitely be many girls who secretly agreed. ”

"Haha!" The blood wolf laughed, "Will the white girl like him too?" ”

"Where there are white and yellow people, all men are equal regardless of skin color! London girls are never so shallow! ”

"Haha!"

Both the blood wolf and the officer burst into laughter.

At this time, the artillery fire had thinned out a little, and an infantry was organized in the city to clean up outside the city.

If nothing else, that U.S. military will definitely not be able to escape. The soldiers of Shulotel are best at trekking, hunting, and being ruthless.

"Is there something wrong with being in such a hurry to find me?" Blood Wolf asked.

Soap paused, but said firmly, "I want to quit the Shulotel Legion." ”

His voice was not loud, but everyone around him looked at him in surprise.

The Blood Wolf stood up, lifted an empty wine glass, halved the contents of his glass, and handed the soap.

"Then, I wish you a smooth journey!"

Soap picked up his glass, thought about it, and drank it anyway.

"I wish the regiment commander, outstanding meritorious service and long martial arts!"

Soap handed the glass back to the Blood Wolf, and went straight down the watchtower, out of the city gates, and out of the Griffin Fortress.

The blood wolf did not call for a man to chase him.

Instead, he turned back and said to the Englishman officer, "Look, isn't our Indian boy handsome and dashing?" ”

"The future is bright!" The Englishman officer hurriedly smiled and complimented.

"Haha!" The blood wolf went up and put his arm around the shoulders of the Englishman officer, and said, "Have another drink, and wish our Indo-British alliance a bright future!" ”