The boy crept into the hut, light and slow, like a cat carefully returning to its nest.

His movements were very cautious, barely making a sound along the way, and he looked like he was about to succeed. Suddenly, a rush of footsteps and a roar no less than the roar of a chariot grabbed the boy from behind, and threw him into frustration and chagrin.

"Petit!Albert Petit!You goddamn little bastard, see if I don't smash your ass!!"

The companions who reacted followed the sound to the door, and the moment the boy's depressed face was imprinted, everyone immediately understood what was going on. So what should I do to continue to do it, a few bad-eyed peers did not forget to squeeze their eyebrows at Petit and make faces. A somewhat annoyed Petit only had time to give a middle finger, and before he could further salute the bad boys, the owner of the voice had already killed him in the back.

"How many times have you said that! Put away the gun oil after the gun is maintained, and don't throw it around. Do you think that there are so many supplies that it is okay to waste them now?!"

A middle-aged man with gray temples ran over, and before Petit could open his mouth, he shot the boy in the head.

"Listen! Every bullet and every drop of gun oil is snatched from the devils at the cost of your life! A waste of materials is a waste of life, and if you don't want to die early at a young age, remember this for me! Hell! How many times have I said this, can you listen to it for me?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. ”

"Don't give me this! You think you'll be fine if you apologize?! If an apology were useful, there wouldn't be so many stupid people who died inexplicably in this world!"

"I'm really reflecting on it......"

"Introspection is memorized with the brain! It is not sung on the lips! Now there are only three pots of gun oil left, and you still give me a blind toss. Do you think you are a wealthy young master or a prince of some country, and you have too much money to use up? Or are you a magician somewhere who can make bullets grow out of trees or soil?"

"There's no prince anymore. ”

"No matter how poor you are, be careful that Lao Tzu will beat you to death! Now a bunch of guns have to be repaired and maintained, and the reserves of gun oil and parts are almost at the bottom. God knows when there will be a convoy to transport these supplies next time, and the devils of God's death, who don't forget to go to hell with the goods, are really a bunch of dead-eyed madmen. ”

Spat hard, and the anger subsided considerably, so that Father Armand let go of Petit and let out a long exhale.

Petit knew that Daddy was not only worried about the shortage of supplies, but also sighed for the comrades who died in the last battle and the materials that were destroyed.

During the last battle of the ambush convoy, the enemy escorts behaved in a particularly frantic manner, and after firing bullets, the two sides had to have a final conversation with bayonets. Seeing that the guerrillas with the advantage in numbers were about to suppress the escorts, no one expected that the car soldiers actually had two grenades hanging around their necks, and while the white-knuckle battle was in full swing outside, they pulled the grenades and rushed to the nearest guerrillas or trucks full of supplies. With the howl of "Long live the Emperor!", a series of explosions reduced the entire ten trucks and the supplies they were carrying to ashes, leaving not a single firing pin for the partisans.

It sounds crazy, but the guerrillas asked themselves if they were in a similar situation, and they would do the same.

A considerable part of the guerrillas' sources of supplies came from captures, and at such times, the first thing that came to the mind of any enemy soldier who still had a breath of air was to destroy the materials and prevent the enemy from being funded. The second thought was to kill yourself as soon as possible to avoid being captured.

This is not to say that the ideological education of the defense forces is similar to Charlemagne's army red deer, instilling a bunch of inexplicable theories all day long that "you will never be humiliated by being taken prisoner", and once you are defeated, you have to commit suicide, otherwise even if you escape alive, you will have to commit suicide, and then report your "death in battle", which can be regarded as making you successfully become a "god of war". The defense forces, which cherish their soldiers and have no human resources to squander, advocate "effectively preserving themselves and striking at the enemy with force." It's just that in the mountainous areas of the border, being a prisoner is simply unthinkable for the officers and men of the defense army. You must know that in the guerrilla way, the only thing you can do after falling into the hands of these people is to pray that you will die sooner. In this land of violence, blood for blood, the best outcome of the captives is to have their limbs chopped off and thrown to the side of the road, and watch themselves torn to pieces by vultures or wild wolves...... That's a horror story.

So basically, once the fire is handed in, whether it is the guerrillas or the defense forces, both sides will fight to the death and will not retreat, leave no prisoners, and never surrender. This is almost a conventional rule of engagement.

However, the guerrilla force to which Petit belonged was a very small exception, they were the only guerrilla force that did not kill indiscriminately, and at the same time, it was also the strongest in combat, the most famous, and the highest level of education among the dozens of guerrilla forces.

Unlike other guerrilla groups of mountain people, bandits, mercenaries, and ex-soldiers, the backbone of this guerrilla force was intellectuals from all over the country, and they were all intellectuals with left-wing progressive positions. In the era of Charlemagne's kingdom, they violently attacked the oppression of workers by the consortium at the risk of being raided by the consortium, and in the days when **** was raging, they risked being dragged from their homes to the street by army red deer to shoot targets and angrily scolded **** will bring the kingdom into the abyss of destruction.

This group of idealists can be said to be the most ignorant group of people in Charlemagne, not to mention threats and intimidation, even rushing to their homes and dropping bombs cannot stop this group of people from using their pens to criticize the government and the corporations. It was precisely with such a blood that dared to scare the sky and the air that they politely refused the invitation to evacuate overseas and insisted on staying in Charlemagne. After Charlemagne was divided and the empire was officially established, this group of poets, literati, scholars, and teachers who were unwilling to submit to foreign domination walked out of the research rooms and classrooms, put down their pens, picked up guns, and walked into the Alps.

These people saw the nature of the empire very clearly, and the pointy-eared people were not different from Charlemagne's kingdom, they were a group of imperialists who advocated power politics, expansionism and racism at heart. The only difference between the two sides is limited to means and patience. The pointy-eared people may be disgusted with the Dauphin Louis and his army deer, but they will never deny imperialism and racism, because the essence of the state, society, and doctrine they advocate is still imperialism. The war is nothing more than a dog-eat-dog show, a show in which one dictator overthrows another, and neither side has anything to do with the word "justice."

To break this cycle and breathe a breath of fresh air into a world that is sinking into a cold and gloomy future, at a time when imperialist forces are increasingly becoming the main threat to all humanity and to all progressive forces, and finally to build a truly fair and just society, a world without dictators and emperors – these people who have gone into the mountains are determined to fight for their ideals and to die for them. Thus these heads-to-toe romantics come together to fight with the mountain dwellers of the Alps under a banner painted with a golden hen motif.