Vera stabbed herself in the heart with a dagger, killing her. The corpse lay on its side on the ground, a large pool of blood had flowed on the ground, which had coagulated, and the corpse was cold. On the table was his suicide note, with only three words: "I am guilty." ”

Looking at the peaceful face of the deceased, Shikawa Xiu was silent. He remembered the months he had spent with Vera, and those bits and pieces of the past suddenly came to mind from the depths of his memory. Vera was a man of no ambition, and as the head of the army at that time, he gave the command to himself without complaint, even though he was the commander appointed by the Elder Boudin himself, without his full support, he could not have taken command of the Far Eastern army so easily, and when he proposed to establish a Far Eastern state, he was as happy as a child, and his eyes sparkled with longing.

He was also a dutiful soldier, and when he made a majestic speech in front of the whole army, waving his hands impassionedly and shouting: "Forward!" he was the one who quietly engaged in the tedious and messy grassroots affairs, gathered food and grass for the army, arranged sentry posts, looked for guides, trained soldiers, and recruited new soldiers. Zi Chuanxiu still remembers that during that arduous march and escape, he insisted on patrolling the whole army every night, and he was the last person to go to sleep and get up the first to check the post the next day.

This taciturn orc officer is the oldest veteran of the rebel army, and he is the mainstay of the rebel army, his tenacious backbone, silently supporting the rebel army through the initial hardships of the creation of Zào. And when he was alive, he didn't have a good impression of him, thinking that he was withdrawn and pessimistic. What I appreciate more is the cheerful Bran, or the Busen who is obedient to his words, and consciously or unintentionally alienates him. And he, without any complaints, silently completed his duties alone.

The corners of Shikawa's eyes moistened. Why is it that something can only be found precious when it is lost? Vera doesn't deserve to die. The fact that the rabble of the people's army was defeated by the demon clan's Jīng Rui Legion was not his fault for command. The fault was the entire military council that made the decision to face the demon army head-on, not him alone. But he alone took up this responsibility and atoned for his sins with death.

Zichuan Xiu's heart fluctuated, and he once said to Shirakawa: "We have done our best." "But did you really do your part?

When Busen commanded the orc army in a hard battle, he watched coldly, didn't he think in his heart: "You deserve it!"

Let you suffer a little to know how good I am. If the military commissars who made the wrong decision were the main ones responsible for the defeat of the war, should they also bear the responsibility? Now that Vera has given an account to the officers and men of the whole army with his death, how will he bear his share of responsibility?

The onlookers were silent. Shikawa Xiu looked at Busen and asked, "Have you notified his family?"

Buson and Bran looked at each other, and Busen replied, "Your Highness, all of Vera's family members have been killed in the Sharo massacre, and he is alone. ”

Zi Chuanxiu's heart was shocked when he heard it, and he almost forgot about it. How does it feel to have a loved one murdered and see that the enemy is right in front of him, but he can only ask him to endure again, patience, and patience again, and have you ever forgiven Vera?

He spoke slowly, "Ladies and gentlemen, Captain Vera died heroically in the war with the demons. Everyone should remember this matter clearly. ”

"Yes!" replied the generals loudly, with a burst of relief. When Zichuan Xiu said this, he said that he didn't intend to care about everyone's previous dissatisfaction.

"Second, from now on, the military council will be dissolved immediately. Zi Chuanxiu's voice was not high, but every word seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds: "The army can only have one voice, one command, and one authority, and all orders can only be issued by the corps headquarters, and no organization or person can disobey them." ”

The generals were stunned. The leader of the snake clan, Sos, dared to exclaim, "This infringes on our mínzhǔ and zìyóu power. ”

"The army is not a place to talk about zìyóu!" Zi Chuanxiu immediately replied to him: "You might as well apply to the Demon Clan for your mínzhǔ power! If you are not satisfied, you can take your subordinates away immediately, we don't need local soldiers who disobey orders." ”

The snake clan Soth immediately softened and muttered: "I didn't say to leave, I just discussed, why be so fierce."

If you say no, you can't. "The voice is getting lower and lower. He knew in his heart that if the weak snake army was expelled from the Far East Alliance, without the support of other races, it would be destroyed immediately by the demons. He was just fooling around a few times before, but Zichuan Xiu didn't care about him. Now, seeing that Zichuan Xiu was angry and resolute, he immediately softened.

"Is there any problem?" suppressed the most representatives of the snake clan, and Zichuan Xiu squinted at the other generals.

The deputies hurriedly replied in unison: "No! We only look forward to you, Your Highness Guangming!"

That night, the Bran Corps, which had suffered heavy casualties, quietly withdrew from the front line and was transferred to the rear to replace the Second Corps, which was originally part of Vera, which was on standby on the second line, and Busen succeeded Vera as the commander of the legion. The redeployment of the positions was busy until the next morning, and the arrival of dawn gave the tired Far Eastern soldiers a glimmer of hope: "Today we should be a little luckier than yesterday, right?"

As it turns out, this is a complete fantasy. Beginning at noon on the second day, the two armies were simultaneously plunged into a disorderly melee on the left and right flanks and in the center. And this melee lasted until the sun went down, ending in the victory of the demon army. The Allied forces in the Far East were pushed back a full five kilometers from their original front.

On the third day of the war, there was a scuffle, and the demons won a complete victory as usual. The coalition forces in the Far East retreated another three kilometers.

On the fourth day, the war began, and the demons won.

On the fifth day, the battle began, and the hand-to-hand melee again, and the demons won. Once again, they made a successful zhōngyāng breakthrough against the Far Eastern Army.

On the sixth day of the war, the demons won again. They caused the soldiers of the Far Eastern Army to abandon their armor and retreat more than 10 kilometers along the entire line.

But at this moment, there is no longer the same momentum as the first day in the demon army. Everyone is wondering: it is clear that the demon army has the upper hand and wins battles every day, but it has never been able to completely defeat the Far Eastern rebels - not to mention complete defeat, even the team that eliminated one like the first day is gone. As soon as the demon army went up, the enemy in front of it resisted a little, and immediately retreated, just when the demon army was going to kill Hou Sa's troops with all its might, new rebel troops immediately appeared on the flanks and two wings, and the demon army had to turn around, and when the demon army knocked them back, the frontal enemy that had just collapsed gathered again, turned back and attacked, so the demon army had to turn around again.

After such a few U-turns and running around, the demon sergeants began to get tired, their spirit had been lost, and the ranks of the two armies became chaotic, and the two armies often changed from the initial barriers to chaos, and the two armies fought in the chaos, and the chickens flew and the dogs jumped, until the sun went down. Although the demon army can often rely on the ferocity of their soldiers to win in the melee, at this time their body has been consumed too much, and they are no longer able to chase the Far Eastern rebels who fled into the desert Although the Far Eastern race is not good at fighting, the ability to escape is simply innate, and they can't catch up.

It had been like this for five days in a row, and the demons had realized that this glue-like melee was not accidental, but was completely deliberately caused by the commander of the rebel army. There is some kind of mysterious connection between the rebel troops, and each new unit appears at the right time, just enough to threaten the weak points of the demon camp, forcing the demons to turn around and fight.

Lu Di was very annoyed: In this kind of disorderless melee, the tacit advantage of the regular army of the demon race could not be brought into play? It could only fight and "run" the enemy according to the advantage of individual combat ability, but it could not completely destroy the enemy.

He scolded: "I've never seen such a scoundrel tactic! It's like grinding time with your heart!" It's like two masters are competing, one of them is running around and just doesn't stop, letting the opponent chase everywhere, and he can't show his skills until the end of the game. Although the rebel army was defeated every time, its strength did not suffer much damage. When they met again the next morning, they used their escape, sāo harassment, and grappling tactics in a daze, causing the demon clan to shout and scold: "Bastard!" and "Coward!"

Zichuan Xiu also has a last resort: the hastily formed rebel army in terms of teamwork, coordination, combination of power and other team battles, no matter how much training can not be the opponent of the regular army of the demon race, he thinks backwards, since he can't improve his own level, then simply drag the enemy to the same level as himself. He gave up fighting the demons head-on, and instead used this kraft-like "grappling" tactic to wear down the demons' strength. What Lu Di didn't know was that the seemingly chaotic battles were actually the result of Zichuan Xiu and the generals studying late into the night every night. This kind of tactic that seems to be a trick is not something that everyone can play, and it requires extremely superb command skills and the study of the terrain; figuring out the psychology of the demon commander, anticipating the enemy's opportunity, predicting the movement of the demon attack, and arranging ambushes; and reorganizing the scattered troops at an extremely fast speed to put them back into the battlefield. This is playing with fire, and if you are not careful, it is equivalent to starting a fire*. Compared to the scene of the first day when the whole army rushed forward, this tactic is many times more difficult.

After the two armies began to enter a long war, the logistical superiority of the rebel army began to become apparent. In the evening, there was a great noise and traffic in the rear of the position, and a large number of torches spread all the way to the end of the earth, the wounded were transferred to the rear, and countless recruits joined their army.

In the early morning of the next day, the number of people who appeared in front of the demon army and the black pressure did not decrease in the slightest. And although the demon clan is victorious, there are always hundreds or thousands of casualties, compared to the situation of tens of thousands of rebels killed on the first day, and the demon army only suffered less than 2,000 casualties, and now the casualty ratio of the two sides is much closer. From Lu Di all the way down to the lowest ranks, they began to feel uneasy: the enemy seemed to have an endless supply of strength, and although they were repeatedly defeated, no matter how hard they were hit, as long as they had a night's rest, they would immediately recover and increase their strength. Just like the legendary monster, no matter how badly wounded, at night, this monster is able to heal all the wounds and heal itself. When will such a "victory" come to an end?

Moreover, the Far Eastern Army had another advantage: they had a large number of soldiers and horses, and they could raise jīng to take turns in battle. Now, the battle has been going on for a whole week, and the demon native soldiers who have not been able to rest are getting more and more tired, and their morale is beginning to decline. Although the demon army is still majestic, invincible every day, their offensive is a sad downfall. On the side of the rebel army, countless recruits have gained experience in actual combat, they have learned in the most brutal environment, and they have gradually become accustomed to how to "defeat the battle". Zichuan Xiu's composure infected everyone, and even the most pessimistic people at the beginning believed that the shape was changing little by little, and under the command of this silent general, the final victory must be their own!

In the evening, it was the end of another day of bloody battles. Today's campaign, as usual, ended with the defeat of the rebel army. The two snake clan teams were defeated, 1,500 demon native soldiers were left on the battlefield, and the Far Eastern Army retreated nearly two kilometers from the battlefield.

The armies of both sides have begun to disengage, and the ambulance teams of both sides holding white flags have entered the battlefield after the fierce battle and began to search for their wounded. Although there was no agreement, there was a tacit agreement between the armies of both sides not to attack the enemy ambulance team.

As night fell, a large number of wounded soldiers of the Far Eastern Army were sent back on stretchers. A low groan echoed in the middle of the tent, and the ghostly earth physician was treating them as best he could, but at the same time, thousands of wounded people appeared, catching even the most astute doctor off guard. Many of them will die before the doctor arrives, and they will not see the sun tomorrow.

Shikawa Xiu came out of the wounded's tent with a heavy heart. The attack of the demons is still so fierce, and more than half of the legions under it have already suffered casualties. Can your own army really hold out to the end?

"Your Highness!"

Shikawa Shu looked up and saw Bran, the leader of the orc legion, standing in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"Your Highness," Bran said sadly, "Today, I have lost another half of my team, all of them the most determined young men. ”

Zi Chuanxiu nodded: "The casualties, Bai Chuan has already reported to me just now." The shortage of troops can be filled by the reserve tonight-" Zichuan Xiu pointed to the bright torches and boundless camp behind the main camp: "--The people's army. Your troops have a day's rest and tomorrow it's Buson's turn. ”

"Your Highness, the new recruits who have been replenished can't compare with those experienced veterans. Although the number of troops can still maintain a certain number, the actual combat effectiveness of our soldiers is declining every day. Your Highness, you should know this. ”

Zichuan Xiu nodded and admitted, "I know." But the demons also paid the price. Their offensive had begun to weaken. We're now competing with the demons for tenacity and endurance. ”

"But Your Highness, if this continues, I'm afraid the army won't be able to hold on. ”

"They have to stick to it. Shikawa Xiu interrupted him: "You must persevere! ”

He turned and walked towards the Chinese military tent.

Looking at Zi Chuanxiu's tired and haggard back, Bran suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Your Highness, when will I be able to turn around?"

Zichuan Xiutou didn't reply: "Tomorrow!"

"But that's what you said yesterday!"

"Then the day after tomorrow—no, the day after tomorrow!" said Zichuan Xiu irresponsibly, dodging a forty-kilogram mace thrown from behind.

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