As soon as the veteran's words came out, everyone present fell silent.

It's not that they haven't heard him say these things before, but there is still an essential difference between what they heard in the past and what they hear now.

The vast majority of people here only intend to eat and die in some military camps or sentry posts in their lives, and in this era when there is no war and skirmishes are accidental, being able to participate in a hunt organized by the legal committee or the state against certain magical creatures is already a good resume.

As for the cases of veterans who really participated in the battle with the Waters and retreated, they are completely outliers in the barracks.

The soldiers didn't think he was bragging, they just didn't want to hear it, and they didn't want to believe it.

But at such moments, everyone changed their attitudes.

The long-term peace and stability made these young men who had been trained a little and become soldiers with weapons in their arms feel the most real crisis for the first time, so the young soldier before swallowed and spitted at the mouth, and said, "Henry, can you say something more?" What have you been through before? ”

Hearing the young soldier ask this, and seeing that his companions around him were all looking at him, the old soldier sighed a little helplessly, he didn't say anything sarcastic after all, he reached out and picked up the kettle and poured it hard, and then he spoke.

"I was at Camp Isa for almost a decade."

"That's a long way away! Isn't the Isa River on the north side? ”

"It's a long way from here, and it descends from the plateau, then turns a corner, and heads north, passing through the city of Tina, the city of the rooster, and the castle of the fallen leaves, and then merging into the sea...... I was born in Rooster City. ”

The veteran recounted as he recalled: "The camp on the Isa River is set up near where the river turns, and as you should all know, our country and the people of Watt have not understood the ownership of that place, and because the river has been rerouted in the past, even if it is negotiated, new problems will soon arise." ”

"Didn't the old men of the Saying Law Council have been helping to mediate?"

The veteran glared at the soldier who spoke: "Mediation is a fart, but if their mediation is really useful, it won't be that there are still dead people all day long after all these years...... Think about it, for more than 200 years, there used to be a steel crossbow with magic attached to it, but now it uses crystallized guns! ”

His words were helpless, but they sounded quite funny, and the crowd burst into laughter.

The veteran couldn't help but laugh, and when the laughter passed, he continued: "It's ridiculous to say, the causes of the conflicts I have experienced are very ridiculous. ”

"At first, a hairy boy on our side found an otter in the river, he was hungry for the fur of that thing, so he took a crossbow and beat it, but the body kept floating in the center of the river, he was in a hurry, so he took off his clothes and wanted to fish, but not long after entering the water, the highland guy on the other side of the river gave him a ......"

The veteran shrugged: "He went with the otter like this, and floated down the current, and then our men shot at the opposite bank." ”

"Didn't they warn?"

"What a warning, as I said, the soldiers of Wattle are like emotionless puppets, although they also bleed, and they hum when they hurt, but they only have orders in their heads and eyes, and their regulations say that as long as they see anyone who 'tries to cross the river' will be treated as a spy, that stupid boy's behavior is looking for death!"

The veteran waved his hand: "It won't be long before the river dries up, and some shallow places can be walked through...... Normally, at that time, the surveyors on both sides would begin to re-measure the boundary and the river channel, so that the officials on both sides could sit down and have a good chat, but that time there was a problem with the survey, and the two sides had several conclusions that could not be held steadily, and they made a fuss, so they got started. ”

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, and pointed to his neck by the light next to him, which had a very hideous scar on it: "I don't know much about the development of things later, I only know that one morning, I was suddenly dragged up, and as soon as I arrived at the river, I saw a small group of Waters moving towards us, just like the legend, they were wearing black coats, iron helmets, swords on their backs, and crystallized guns......"

"So a lot of people say that Waterl's soldiers are much stronger than us, is it true?"

This time, without waiting for the veteran to speak, the other soldiers next to him helped: "Damn, are we a fart soldier on the right track?" The crystallized bullets have all been taken for us to shoot birds, and none of the dead have ever seen them, so if you want me to say, it is the top to be able to stand guard in this broken place! ”

The self-aware soldiers burst into laughter, while the veteran who had been at camp Isa shook his head helplessly, took the cigarette from one of the soldiers, and then took out his old lighter and fiddled with it.

Finally, the cigarette was lit, and although it was a bit damp, it was a pleasure to be able to smoke a cigarette on a night like this.

The veteran exhaled, and the smoke slowly flowed into the black night sky with his breath: "If you want me to say, you don't have to be too nervous. If we really want to fight, it won't be our turn to go to the front line, just like us, we ......can go as much as we want."

The second half of the veteran's words was swallowed up by a muffled sound.

Under the horrified gaze of the soldiers, the snarky face with a cigarette in his mouth and a smile froze in the light of the sentry, and something passed directly through his head, and blood splattered on the pillars and walls behind him.

The veteran's body fell to the ground, and the cigarette that he had only taken a puff fell limply and rolled lightly twice on the ground.

Before they could react, a few slight buzzing noises descended from the night, and two soldiers who were trying to observe the situation in the sentry box were killed instantly!

"Enemy, enemy...... Enemy attack ......"

The most active young soldier before was frightened, but he had not forgotten his duty and mission, so he frantically brushed aside the corpse of his dead companion and dragged a hand-cranked magic alarm from the corner, he knew how to use it, just stuff the pre-prepared magic crystals into the groove, and then quickly turn the crank on the side, it can make a sharp alarm sound.

It stands to reason that every sentry post has a similar siren, and the soldiers are also equipped with a warning whistle, but why don't they hear any warning sounds? Is it magic?

The soldier didn't have time to think too much, and he shuddered and embedded a prepared magic crystal into the groove of the siren, then grasped the crank and began to shake it vigorously.

The shrill sirens finally sounded, but to his puzzlement, in the midst of such obvious sirens, he did not get any response from his friends, and the answers given to him by the night were only muffled sounds one after another, and a fallen figure.

A few scattered crystalline shots were heard nearby, but as the attackers began to shoot back, the soldiers who dared to return fire quickly lost their voices.

As a survivor of the sentry box, the young man had lost his sense of proportion, unable to comprehend what was happening, so after shaking the siren twice, he trembled and grabbed his crystallized gun, and he shrunk to the edge, carefully peeking out through the observation hole in the wall.

As a result, the picture described by the veteran before really appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw one after another straight black figures coming out of the woods, holding weapons shaped like crystallized guns, walking in silent steps, in the extremely abnormal silence, rapidly advancing in their direction, and beside them, a figure was unusually conspicuous.

It was a spellcaster, with a cane in his right hand and a spread out spellbook in his left, which emitted a dim yellow glow that made him stand out in the darkness of the night.

As if knowing that someone was spying on him, the spellcaster suddenly stopped, raised his staff, and pointed to the post where the young soldier was hiding in the distance.

Under the gaze of the night, a violent shock suddenly acted on the top of the sentry box, and the valley-level killing magic that was simply named "Heavy Pressure" by the Law Committee directly acted on the top of the sentry box.

It was as if it had been trampled on by an invisible giant, and the sentry box collapsed and collapsed in an instant, and the uneasy snooping eyes of the outside world were naturally completely buried and crushed in it.

It may not be the beginning of a formal war, but it is the unintentional smile of the god of death before waking up from a dream.

Not many people will know what happened on Lone Wolf Ridge on this night.

Only a handful of people had the right to know about this action, and with the exception of a few important leaders of the Ernst family, only a few high-ranking officers could know about the operation, and they all had a common characteristic, namely close ties with the Ernst family......

Over the years, the traces of the Ernst family have penetrated deeply into all areas of the Wattle Kingdom, among which the army is undoubtedly their roots.

Although the Marshal of the Kingdom, known as the "Three-Clawed Falcon", has retired, his style, charm and tactical thinking still have a profound influence on the soldiers of the Wattle Kingdom, and the Plateau Chasseur Regiment is the most concrete embodiment of Marshal Zeke's "new tactics" thinking.

"Gentlemen, there is no doubt that the plan has been carried out very successfully."

In the Lone Wolf Ridge barracks, which had changed owners, an officer of the hunting regiment in a dark coat smiled at his companion: "This is a real tactical match between new guns and magic, and as you can see, the result is perfect...... It can be expected that in a short period of time, those cowards on the plains will not be able to figure out the rhythm of our attack at all. ”

With that, he turned his head to look at a man wearing a hood with a straight figure: "Mr. Krautz, your magic and creativity are perfect, I will carefully sort them out and analyze them in the follow-up report, and it won't be long before the Kingdom Medal will hang on your chest." ”

"It's over, there are still a lot of loopholes, and there are deviations between the paper theory and the actual implementation, but I will improve it as soon as possible."

Mage Krautz has a metal badge hanging from his chest, which depicts a long, narrow and steep river valley pattern, which indicates his identity - the river valley level mage of the Law Council, but now, the outside of this metal badge is also wrapped in a layer of black and gold border, which is the national color of the Wattel Kingdom.

This means that Krautz has changed his allegiance.

"I need to check the camp's protective rituals, and at dawn the Delands may make routine contacts and probes, so I need to be prepared in advance."

With that, Krautz nodded to the rest of the room, picked up his staff and magic book, and walked outside.

After the mage left, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Even the members of the Falcon Regiment were still not accustomed to communicating directly with the mages who were high above.

The officer before tugged at the collar of his coat: "Mr. Krautz is still good, right?" ”

He raised his hand, tapped it twice on the table, and said, "Then we need to start waiting." Gentlemen, forgive me for repeating that I am loyal to the Kingdom with you, but we are not here to show the majesty of the Kingdom. ”

"In the next four days, no matter what changes occur in the outside world, we only need to follow one order - keep a low profile and hold on to Lone Wolf Ridge until the next order arrives."

At the moment when his words fell, the crowd stood in silence, and words expressing their determination and loyalty blurted out.

"Praise the Eagle of the Plateau!"

The officer nodded, he took off his hat and placed it on the table: "Disband." ”

The Walter Plateau Eagle insignia embedded in the military cap was shining with a cold light.

……

This past night, a commotion broke out in the city of Seren.

Perhaps because of the day's speeches, or perhaps because of the outside world, news of the military exercises of the highland states caused serious irritation to the inhabitants of the city, who were mainly of Deran descent and took to the streets, marching from south to north and from east to west.

The slogans of opposition to war, opposition to provocation, and even opposition to the kingdom of Wattel were heard one after another.

Schug stood in front of the window.

At this time, the sky was faintly bright, but the riots in the city were still over, and the area where the caravans were located was relatively quiet, but in the direction of Rowe Square, there was faint fire and thick smoke, such a development almost perfectly confirmed his previous uneasy premonition, but Xiuge had no way to be happy with his "foresight".

"Perhaps...... I should have tried my best to write a hot-blooded adventure worldview that was warm enough and idealistic enough. ”

Thinking like this, Xiuge couldn't help but laugh out loud, because he knew it was impossible.

And it's too late to regret it now.

He took a slight step back, and his face was once again reflected in the glass window in front of him in the light of the mansion.

Merely......

In this glass mirror, the image of Xiuge becomes less distinct.

His figure and face vibrated and changed in it, appearing extremely distorted, and from time to time, he could see his mirrored face covered in black shadows, as if he was not a real living person standing here, but a dark ghost wandering and floating in the world.

"The ghost of the Ernst house...... Oh, when this is over, I'll definitely change myself to a tasteful pen name. ”