By the time the sun set in the west, the whole Tallinn Pass had regained its former calm, but in a cruel way - blood had turned the snow-capped valley completely red, and the soldiers had trampled on the corpses under their feet - or on the battlefield where there was nowhere to stay, searching for the spoils of the battle, and sending the dying enemy to hell with their spears and broadswords.

In the last frenzied cooling of the blood, the bones of the defeated Red Horse Clan army were scattered in the mountains and forests in front of the pass, and nearly 10,000 people slept here - the strong smell of blood and corpses, even in this cold winter, still came to the nose, and the blood under their feet flowed between the bones like a stream, and then submerged in the snow, leaving only a touch of red.

In the summer, the smell of blood would have attracted the wild dogs and crows in the wasteland, but in the cold winter, only the snowflakes fell on them, bringing the final curtain down on the battle, burying the once arrogant red horse totem under the snow.

Edward did not order any prisoners to be left - the Legion suffered equally heavy casualties, and the best and safest way for the soldiers to vent their anger in such a situation was to leave nothing and bury the mighty clan completely.

After losing a full 10,000 young people, the once powerful Akama clan in the south has lost all its pride and strength, whether it is the core ruling family, or the leaders who maintain the tribal heritage, all the bones are buried here, and the accumulation of two whole generations as a burial, even if Edward withdraws now, this ancient clan will not pose any kind of threat to the Kingdom of Turin in a hundred years.

Stand at the gate of the barracks. Look at the head of the Great Chief of the Red Horse on the wooden wall. Edward was a little stunned. There was silence without a word, and the face did not plead until his neck was torn off by the soldiers, and he glared at it with fierce eyes.

Allen, who was sitting on the side, also did not speak, carefully bandaged the wound of the guy next to him, but the corners of his mouth were filled with a happy smile - as long as this was enough, the "innocent" girl could even feel a faint sweetness in her heart, and her blue eyes stared at the incomparably calm face.

Although since that day. This guy's smile seems to be less than before, but for some reason, Alan always feels that Edward is more kind like this, as if he is uncovering the outside cover, revealing his true appearance, always so full of thoughts, but always reluctant to tell others about the bad guy.

This guy who is not only arrogant, but also self-righteous, this ...... that he has entrusted with the rest of his life Even Allen, who has not even "that kind of thing" more than once, still feels slightly drunk when he thinks of this. The deep sense of happiness made her feel as if her whole body was about to melt.

"Lord Edward!" said little Goodwin in a hurry, and the red-faced Alan retracted his hand as if he had been frightened by a bunny. The little attendant also shrunk his neck in embarrassment: "Everyone is here, just waiting for you to pass." ”

"I see. Edward nodded, and the face of Alan beside him darkened slightly, and he silently followed behind him, walking towards the gate of the camp.

A clearing had been cleared in front of the trench outside the camp gate, and the soldiers dug a shallow pit along the soft earth around it, gathered all the bones of the robe that could still be found, and laid them all in lieu of lie inside, with a shield on their bodies.

Recruits from the Green Valley, old men of the Banner Legion, Lund warriors in the Misty Sea, squires from Fort Hague, mercenaries from the West Coast...... These days, the guys who lick the blood from the knife are now lying there calmly like a family, and the tribal totem of the Red Horse Clan is placed in the center, symbolizing their most heroic reward in this battle.

Edward, who had taken the torch from Ludwig, threw himself into the pit without saying a word, and looked at the raging fire, and the soldiers gathered around him also knelt on one knee and prayed silently to the Radiant Cross.

If only Webb Alexander were here now—looking at the sad expressions around him, an inexplicable thought crept into Edward's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

But this may be inevitable - after choosing this path, he will eventually drift away from the little priest, because he also has his choice and persistence, and Edward has no intention of interfering, especially for this precious friend.

The sadness in his heart flashed by Edward, and only then did he realize that there seemed to be one less person among the officers standing around.

............ In the cold moor, the lonely Lebinus sat on the accident of Abio, who had been dead for a long time, and wept on the corpse, the young chief centurion cried like a child, and the mournful cry could be heard by Edward from a dozen paces away.

"I always thought of my father as a coward, ever since I had joined the army with him to the Banner Regiment, in fact, he didn't want to come at all, he didn't say it, but I knew that he was just an ordinary squire, but ...... He still came voluntarily, for the honor of the family!"

With a crying voice and tears on his face, Repinus sobbed and said to himself: "Later he taught me how to ride a horse and how to use a sword...... In fact, he doesn't even know himself, in my eyes he is a coward, I have dreamed countless times, as if I saw him gloriously holding the battle flag, dying on the battlefield of the breakthrough, again and again...... Even if even I knew it was impossible, and told myself that my father was not that brave, he must have run away, leaving me alone to escape!"

"This good old man, this ordinary squire......" Lerbinus was completely unable to cry, clenching his fist with his right arm against his face, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from crying.

"Why do you want to die-?!"

"Why, why, why?!" the grief-stricken Liberus drew his sword and stabbed it into Abiu's already bloody face: "Why don't you just run away?!"

The cold wind of the Tallinn Pass blew everything away from the dead, but awakened more ambitions and dreams - ambitions and dreams are always to be watered with the blood of the vanquished!

In the cold wasteland, Lebinus knelt down on one knee in front of Edward beside Abio's corpse to pay a formal allegiance to the chief flag bearer.

"I, the eldest son of the ancient Repinus family, Aaron Lebinus, swear allegiance to the red cross flag on a black background from this day, and swear allegiance to the Witwood family!" Rebinus, who still had tears in the corners of his eyes, shouted loudly, but his hesitant heart was extremely decisive at the moment: "I will follow in your footsteps with my sword and shield, and the glorious cross bears witness that I will never regret the future, whether the future is the starry sky or the hell that never dawns!"

Edward's expression was slightly touched, he had heard Leonardo speak of this oath - an oath shared by all knights, and a little different from what most knights in the kingdom said during the canonization ceremony, because this form of allegiance meant disconnection from the original family and complete surrender to someone.

Leonardo is because this oath originated from the Knights of the Sacred Tree - to this day, every Grand Master swears allegiance to the king with the same oath, completely severing ties with the family from which he was born, and showing absolute loyalty.

"In return, I will give you my full support in your plan of revenge, Aaron Lebinus!" Edward nodded repeatedly, "And in fact, now you have a great opportunity." ”

"A great opportunity?"

"March to the Red Horse Canyon and completely destroy this ancient clan. Edward smiled and said, "Of course you can't leave those scourges behind, I'm going to wipe them out this winter." ”

"When the time comes, Gracchus' life will naturally be yours. (To be continued.) )