The Legend of Fatality

Bai En sat outside, leaning against the wall of the barracks, and a light rain fell on him. This is not a storm. It's just an ordinary spring rain. Soft, delicate and dense. Just a cowardly cousin in a storm.

Bai En sat down dejectedly, his chin against his chest, his eyes staring at the rain slowly accumulating on the stone. He should move to the barracks. Although the house is cold and has no furniture, it can be protected from rain. But he didn't care. How long has he been stuck here? Two weeks? Three? Or forever?

Less than thirty bridge members survived the first bridge deployment battle he was in charge of, and more than half are now dead. Two people were transferred to work on other bridges because they did something to please Captain Gates, but they also died there, and no one seemed to escape their own destiny.

The coalition responded quickly, and still firmly carried out the plan to rely on the temporary bridge to fight, so Baien added some unfortunate people, most of them also died. Then new people were sent. Even the newcomers, many of them have already died. It seemed that they were selected one by one by death.

For some reason, the team led by Bai En always seems to be the target. Bai En did not bother to understand the names of his companions. In fact, no one in the team has this interest. The point is that even if you know a person's name, one of you will die within a week. Most likely you are all dead.

Bai En sometimes thinks, maybe he should try to remember some names. Then he had something to say when he faced his men. They can recall how terrible a battle was, and agreed that it would be much more pleasant to release the flames in the Mage of the Fatalin Association.

Thinking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, still staring at the stone in front of him. He didn't need to care about those men. Someone would pay attention to them and not let them idle. Captain Gates would soon find them and let them go to work. Wipe the toilet, clean the streets, clean the stables, collect stones. Let them forget their destiny.

Bai En still didn't know why they were fighting on the windy plains. Storms, strong winds, temporary rivers, and humid bad conditions made the soldiers unwilling to fight. But this may be related to the strategy of the coalition headquarters. Obviously, there is a plan to win in their hearts.

Bai En raised his head and noticed that there was a soldier nearby, a young Ruen man with red and blond hair, looking at the spitting sky. The rain gathered at the corners of his brown eyes, and then ran down his face. He didn't blink.

They cannot escape all this. This camp is like a prison. People in the camp can go to the merchants and spend their meager income on cheap wine or prostitutes, but they cannot leave the military camp. The surrounding area is very safe and various people gather there. To some extent, this is to keep soldiers from other military camps out of the way-where there is always a confrontation between the military, there is always competition. But the most important thing is that the people in the barracks cannot run away like slaves.

The coalition headquarters behaved as if the entire chaotic battlefield was some kind of big game. If this is the case, the rules of the game are kept secret from the soldiers, just as the pieces on the board know nothing about the player's strategy.

"Bai En?" Ye Xiao asked. He noticed Bai En as soon as he entered the camp from the outside.

Bai En kept staring at the corpse. He didn't know how this young man died, but every day people were dying, and even suicide became a kind of compassion.

"Bai En?" Ye Xiao said, his voice soft and worried.

"A long time ago, someone told me that there are two kinds of people in the world," Bai En whispered, his voice hoarse. "He said that some people will take their lives. There are those who save lives."

Ye Xiao frowned and raised his head. This conversation confused him.

"I used to think he was wrong. I thought there was a third kind. People who killed to save people." Bai En shook his head. "I was wrong. There are indeed a third kind of people, a lot of people, but not as I thought."

"What kind of person is that?" Ye Xiao said, bending his knees and sitting not far from Bai En, frowning.

"Those who are alive to be saved or killed. The middle group. Those who can do nothing but death or protection. Victims." Bai En said lightly.

"Innocent?" Ye Xiao felt that it should be better to change the title.

"Yes, innocent." Bai En agreed with Ye Xiao's opinion.

"Why do you say this suddenly?" Ye Xiao asked curiously, "I can understand that the battlefield will change a person, but ... on the battlefield ... discussing philosophy in combat?" Ye Xiao shook his head, "I don't think that now It ’s a good time. "

Bai En did not immediately answer the night owl's question. He looked up at the wet lumber yard. The carpenters retreated, threw the tarpaulin on the untreated wood, and removed the tools that might be rusty. Margarita ’s barracks surround the west and north sides of the courtyard. The Fatalin Association ’s team is a little bit far away from the others, as if doom is a contagious disease.

"Our existence is to be killed," Bai En replied at this moment. He blinked and glanced at several other people sitting indifferently outside the barracks in the rain. "If we are not dead yet."

"I hate seeing you like this," Ye Xiao stood up and said aloud, the words buzzing in Bai En's head, and his team was dragging a log into the lumber yard. The Bill Pali often set fire to the outermost permanent bridges, so the Margarita coalition engineers and carpenters were always busy.

If it was the former Bain, he might wonder why the army did not work harder to defend the bridge. There's something wrong here! There was a voice in his heart. You missed part of the puzzle. They are wasting resources and the lives of their soldiers. They didn't seem to care about advancing and attacking the Bill Pali. They just fought fiercely on the broken plain before returning to the camp to celebrate. why why?

Bai En ignored the voice. It belongs to him in the past, he has other things to worry about.

"Hey, cheer up!" Ye Xiao said. "I don't know what you are worrying about ... I don't think I can help you, but you used to be full of energy ... well, at least enough to be responsible. Now many people rely on you, Bai En. Your soldiers. You Those bridge workers. Even other slaves. And the Fatalin Association. "

"Do I really need these things?" Bai En said lightly, "The bridging workers who work procrastinating are going to be lashed, and the bridging workers who run backward are going to be executed. The military takes this seriously. If you refuse to pay The Pali charge, if you try to fall behind other bridging teams, you will be beheaded. In fact ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ they specifically reserved this penalty for this particular crime. "

"They need you to command, you need to tell them what to do." Ye Xiao said.

"Really?" Bai En turned his head, staring at Ye Xiao's eyes, and asked with sarcasm.

Ye Xiao did not answer, but stared at Bai En's eyes as well, silently.

After a while, Bai En sighed and said.

"I'm sorry," said Bai En, "I don't know what happened recently. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's the war situation, maybe I just can't foresee when this **** war will end, and how to end it!"

Bai En took a deep breath and continued. "I don't think I'm any different from these bridge workers. As a bridge worker, there are many ways to be punished. You can get extra working hours, be whipped, be deducted from wages. If you do very bad things, they Will tie you up and wait for the storm to come, let you be tied to a pillar or a wall to face a storm. But the only reason you will be executed directly is to refuse to rush to the Bill Pali. "

Bai En paused, then continued. "The message is clear. Following other people's charge may kill you, but refusing to charge towards the enemy will definitely kill you." Bai En shrugged. "Isn't this what we are doing now? We can only rush towards the enemy until one of the two sides can't bear it."

"I think the war is a little more complicated than you think." Ye Xiao hesitated and continued. "We are still waiting for an opportunity, and I believe that the other party is also. Before waiting for this opportunity to come, on this battlefield, we can't do nothing, don't we?"

"Yes, I hope what you said is true." Bai En sighed and admitted.