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The war continues, as if it never ends.

The high ground is constantly being seized by soldiers from both sides, you come and go, and you keep repeating what happened just now.

The way of fighting is also very mechanical. One party seizes the high ground, and the other party immediately calls for artillery fire, first wash it with cannonballs, and then throw in the new force to attack. But the high ground hadn't been warmed up in his hands, and the defense line had not been organized, the opponent's shells fell, and then the new troops were thrown in to retake the high ground. Repeatedly, continuously reincarnation in occupation and loss.

The high ground of the original 12th Brigade of the Expeditionary Army was the center of the storm of this war, like a huge meat grinder, frantically harvesting lives.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, the two sides have invested at least 200,000 troops in this area less than 500 meters in diameter in more than 20 hours.

The scene of the battlefield at this moment is hard to describe in words, how cruel and **** what the eyes see. Perhaps only with numbers can we get a glimpse of it.

An area with a diameter of 500 meters, calculated by the square formula of a circle, is about 1.5 million square meters. The casualty rate on both sides is close to 95%, which means that there will be a corpse every few meters.

Fortunately, the weather is getting cold now, and the body is not easy to rot. If it were placed in the summer, flies would have been swarms, and the corpses would be stinking.

The soldiers couldn't tell whether the corpse stepped on it was that of a companion or an enemy. There is only one thing in their eyes in this square, which is to kill people whose clothes are different in color from their own.

But this is just a tiny piece of dust in the history of the Red Earth Continental War, and it can't even stir a wave in the long river of history.

You know, in the last war, 470 million people died in the Central Wilderness battlefield alone. Add up to other battlefields, because the total number of direct or indirect deaths in this war exceeded 650 million.

In contrast, 200,000 lives are just a fraction of a fraction, how small.

The fighting would have continued from early morning to late night, but was terminated by a sudden heavy snowfall.

Snow fell in the night sky, light and white like goose feathers, slowly falling on the soldier's epaulettes.

Everyone subconsciously stopped fighting, enjoying the tranquility and beauty of this moment.

"Master, it's snowing."

"Master Commander, do you want to go for a walk?"

For the first snow of this year, the chief maid and the deputy commander both showed a girlish vivacity.

Chen Xing nodded, and he was a bit tired after more than 20 hours of continuous combat command. The chief maid brought him a quiff. Because it was a war, Chen Xing did not bring the other maid out. The deputy commander consciously took on the responsibility of the maid and brought a scarf around him, and then the three of them walked out of the military tent together.

The cold wind blew on the face, and the snowflakes melted on the face, but there was a refreshing feeling.

Looking up, the weathered rock is covered with a thin layer of snow, and the world is pure white, as if walking into another world.

Chen Xing walked to the edge of the cliff and stretched out his hands, feeling the coolness of snowflakes falling into his palms.

The two women stood behind him, quietly looking at the snowy night sky. The pupil gradually loses focus, becomes ethereal, and emerges from the dust.

An unspeakable calm permeates the surrounding space, as if time has stopped, and there is only a frozen picture.

Under this situation, Chen Xing suddenly thought that if he could chant two lines of poem now, he might be more suitable for the situation, but it is a pity that he is a rough soldier, and he doesn't know what to do.

But he didn’t say a word, and seemed very boring, so

He has nothing to look for. He looked straight ahead and asked faintly, "Do you guys have dreams?"

Wind, snow, and beautiful women are a great time to explore life.

Jianyue Canglian's answer was quick, almost without thinking, "As a palace maid, my dream is to be with the master forever and bring health and happiness to the master."

Quite a standard palace maid's answer, but this is not what Chen Xing wanted.

"This is the dream of all court maids. I want to know, what is your personal dream?" Afraid that the other party would not understand, Chen Xing added, "As a woman, or the eldest daughter of the Jianyue family."

Seeing the moon Canglian raised her head to look at the falling snow, thought for a moment, then looked at Chen Xing, and replied, "The master's dream is Canglian's dream."

Although this answer is also very good for the palace maid, it sounds particularly heartwarming, as if the wind and snow are no longer cold and overflowing in the warm sun.

Chen Xing couldn't help but stretched out his hand and hugged the maid's long waist. The latter naturally leaned on his shoulder.

Xiang Caidie on the other side seemed to be in her thoughts, completely unaware of the intimacy of the two. After a while, she said quietly, "Before I was ten, my dream was to be able to eat and wear warmth... "

"Before I was twenty, my dream was to become an excellent female mercenary, get a black watch, live with dignity, and stop being cold-hearted..."

"Before I was thirty, my dream was to become a person like Hua Po and lead the North Bridge Mission and the Iron Sisters to move forward..."

Having said this, she seemed to sigh and exhale, "Now, I don't know what my dream is..."

There was a trace of unspeakable loneliness in the voice.

Chen Xing couldn't help being a little surprised. He didn't expect that this old maiden, who is usually careless, would also have a sentimental side.

But he could understand the other party's mood, Ye Yang Bailiu's light had completely covered this senior sister, the future of the Iron Sisters had been handed over to the hands of the great priest, but the Beiqiao regiment was facing dissolution.

The dream that was once also faded away.

At the same time, he also understands why the other party is addicted to desire, perhaps because life has no direction, and can only be pinned on the happiness of the flesh.

"Xiang Caidie..." Chen Xing stretched out his hand towards the frustrated woman. The other party was visibly stunned, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"The commander of the Northbridge Regiment, the deputy commander of the Northern Alliance Expeditionary Army, a double-sword mercenary riding a flaming bull!"

The calm and powerful voice came into the ears, as if it had magical power, which made the woman's eyes widened involuntarily, and her pupils gradually dilated.

"I'm Chen Xing, I want to invite you to fight the world together!"

This sentence, like an arrow, penetrated the woman's heart.

"I, I..." She was at a loss.

"Entrust your dream to me, can you?" Chen Xing stared into the woman's eyes, his eyes sharp, as if it penetrated her heart.

Xiang Caidie is crazy all over.

"Can you?" Chen Xing asked, his eyes full of lethality.

Gradually, a flame ignited in the dilated pupils.

"Uh, uh..."

"We want to build a country, a country of mercenaries!" Chen Xing said loudly.

"Uh, uh!"

From the first nod subconsciously, to a firm, powerful nod, like

Almost the fire of hope has rekindled in my heart.

"At that time, you will be our marshal of the protector of the country." "Yeah~" "I will make you the Grand Duke of North Bridge!" "Yeah~"

Although she was just drawing a pie, the woman was convinced, her heartbeat accelerated, her face flushed, her eyes gleaming, and her emotions were extremely excited.

After a while, the sales manager who had finished admiring the snow returned to the military account and lay on the sofa, drinking the maid’s warm rice wine while enjoying the service of the future Grand Duke Beiqiao swearing loyalty...

Although Xiang Caidie is forty years old, she is already very young for the sanctuary powerhouse. Seeing Yue Canglian and Lei Xi, who have advanced to the sanctuary at the age of twenty, are very rare in the entire world. There is no one in the world. Basically, ten fingers are counted.

The lifespan of a sanctuary powerhouse greatly exceeds that of ordinary people, especially those who are in the advanced sanctuary at the age of forty, will maintain very good cell vitality, even if they only stay at this stage in their life, they will have a life span of two to three hundred years.

Forty-year-old Xiang Caidie has the same cell vitality as a twenty-year-old ordinary woman. It's just that the wind and frost in those eyes can't hide, revealing the true age.

But then again, mature women have the charm of mature women. Twenty-eight girls are freshly picked apples, crisp, refreshing and sweet, cold and thirst quenching, mature women are ripe honeydew melons, soft and mellow, intoxicating.

The tenderness of a mature woman cannot be given by a young girl. Because the girl has not experienced wind and frost, just like a piece of white paper, she is naturally not as understanding and understanding as a mature woman.

Following the personal experience in the past few months, Chen Xing's evaluation of Xiang Caidie is "the skin is durable and hard to fill with desire."

Because of her long career as a mercenary, Xiang Caidie's muscles are very developed, and her lines are like a female leopard.

Compared with other women, Su Na can't see obvious muscles. Seeing that Yue Canglian's muscles are slender, and the lines are soft and looming. Yeyang Bailiu's skeleton is larger and stronger than ordinary women, but the lines are also feminine and soft.

Xiang Caidie is between males and females, with lumpy muscles, clear lines, obvious bulging, and a bit hard to the touch. Of course, it will not be as exaggerated as a muscular man who specializes in fitness, but it is not as soft as an average woman. It can be regarded as another taste.

Chen Xing remembered that another woman had a similar muscle group, A Qiao Mu, but Xiang Caidie had very few fats and had a healthy body, while A Qiao Mu would be plump and rounder.

They all have a common feature, that is, they are good at close combat.

As for the latter sentence, it is indeed the answer to the famous saying that a woman thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. However, Xiang Caidie didn't dare to take the initiative, even if she endured uncomfortably, she would just wait passively. Chen Xing saw through this point, and deliberately halted her appetite, making her want to burn her heart, but did not dare to say half a word or make half a request to him.

The advantage of this is that Xiang Caidie can be firmly controlled.

But in fact, even without such means, Xiang Caidie is unlikely to betray him. The relationship between the two parties is too deep and their interests are entangled with each other, but it is of little significance to put a lock on the safe. But I don't know why, Chen Xing just likes to look at Xiang Caidie's depressed look, there is an indescribable pleasure.

The snow stopped the next morning.

On the three-dimensional tactical map, more and more red arrows gathered together, as if preparing for a big battle.

"It seems that Qin Wu can't sit still." Chen Xing pressed his palm on the table and said in a deep voice, "All units pay attention and prepare for a decisive battle!"

The movement of the coalition forces was quickly reflected on the map. Qin Wu invested in all the remaining troops, a total of 27 divisions, five brigades, and a scale of more than 400,000 people.