The sun is high

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 are still essential differences between what they heard before and what they hear now.

The vast majority of people here only plan to eat and die in some military camps or sentry posts in their lives. In today's era when there is no war and small conflicts occasionally occur, they can participate in a meeting organized by the Legal Committee or the state. Hunting for certain magical creatures can be considered a good resume.

As for cases like veterans who actually participated in the battle with the Votels and escaped unscathed, they were completely outliers in the military camp.

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

But at this moment, everyone changed their attitude.

The long-term peace and stable situation made these young people who had become soldiers with a little training feel the most real crisis for the first time. So the young soldier before swallowed his mouth and said: "Henry, let's talk about it. Some, right? What have you experienced before?"

Hearing the young soldier ask this question and seeing his companions around him looking at him, the veteran sighed helplessly. After all, he didn't say anything sarcastic. He reached for the kettle and took a deep sip, and then started talking.

"I spent almost ten years in the Isa River camp."

"That's very far! Isn't the Isa River to the north?"

"It's very far away from here. It flows down from the plateau, then turns a corner and heads north. After passing through Tinai City, Rooster City and Fallen Leaf Castle, it merges into the sea... I'm here Born in Rooster City.”

The veteran recounted while recalling: "The Isa River camp was set up near the river's diversion. You should all know that our country and the Wot people have never been able to talk clearly about the ownership of that place, and because the river has always changed its course in the past, Even if an agreement is reached, new problems will soon arise."

"Aren't the gentlemen from the Legal Committee always helping to mediate?"

The veteran glared at the soldier who spoke: "Mediation is nothing. As long as their mediation is really effective, people will not be dying there all the time after all these years... Think about it, for more than two hundred years, there used to be so much They were still shooting with magical steel crossbows, but now they are using crystal muskets!"

Although his words were helpless, they sounded quite funny, so a group of people burst out laughing.

The veteran couldn't help but laugh. After the laughter subsided, he continued: "It's funny to say that the several conflicts I experienced had ridiculous causes."

"In the beginning, a young boy from our side discovered an otter in the river. He was greedy for the fur of that thing, so he took a crossbow and shot it. As a result, the body kept floating towards the center of the river. He was worried. Ah, I took off my clothes and wanted to fish it out, but not long after entering the water, the plateau man on the other side of the river came to him..."

The veteran shrugged: "He just kept company with the otter, drifting down the current, and then the people on our side shot towards the other bank."

"Didn't they warn?"

"What are you warning? As I said, Votel's soldiers are like emotionless puppets. Although they bleed and groan when in pain, they only have orders in their heads and eyes. In their regulations, I said that anyone seen trying to cross the river will be treated as a spy, and that stupid boy's behavior is looking for death!"

The veteran waved his hand: "It won't take long for the river to dry up, and some shallow places can be walked across... Usually at that time, surveyors from both sides will start to re-measure the boundaries and river channels, so that the officials from both sides can sit down and take a good look. Let’s have a chat, but there was a problem with the measurement that time, and both parties were unsure about several conclusions, so they started making trouble and started taking action.”

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly and pointed at his neck with the light next to him. There was a very hideous scar on it: "I don't know how things developed later. I only know that one morning, I suddenly We were dragged up, and as soon as we arrived at the river, we saw a small group of Votels heading towards us, just like the legend said, they were wearing black coats, iron helmets, swords on their backs, and crystal blunderbuss. …”

"So many people say that Votel's soldiers are much stronger than us, is it true?"

At this moment, before the veteran could say anything, the other soldiers next to him joined in: "Damn it, are we just regular soldiers? All the crystal bullets were given to us to shoot birds, and we have never seen a single dead person. What can I say? Standing guard in this wretched place is considered to be the best!"

The words were rough, so the self-aware soldiers burst into laughter. The veteran who had stayed at the Isa River camp shook his head helplessly. He took the hand from a soldier. cigarettes, and then took out his old lighter and started fiddling with it "click-click-click".

Finally, the cigarette was lit. Although it was a little damp, it was a kind of enjoyment to be able to smoke a cigarette at night like this.

The veteran exhaled, and the smoke slowly flowed into the black night sky with his breathing: "If you ask me, you don't need to be too nervous. If there is a war, it won't be the turn of people like us to go to the front line. We can go wherever we go..."

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

In the horrified eyes of the soldiers, the sour face with a cigarette in his mouth and a smile was completely frozen in the light of the sentry. Something went directly through his head, and blood spattered on the pillars and walls behind him. .

The veteran's body slumped to the ground, and the cigarette he had just taken a puff of fell down weakly and rolled gently on the ground twice.

Before they could react, several more slight buzzes came from the dark night, and two soldiers who were trying to observe the situation in the sentry box were killed immediately!

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

The most active young soldier before was frightened, but he did not forget his responsibilities and mission. So he hurriedly pushed aside the body of his dead comrade and dragged out a hand-cranked machine from the corner. He knew how to use the magic alarm. He only needed to stuff the prepared magic crystal into the groove, and then quickly turn the crank on the side to make a sharp alarm sound.

Logically speaking, every sentry post has a similar siren. In addition, the soldiers are also equipped with warning whistles, but why don't they hear any warning sounds? Is it magic?

The soldier didn't have time to think too much. He tremblingly embedded a prepared magic crystal into the groove of the alarm, then took hold of the crank and began to shake it vigorously.

The sharp and piercing siren finally sounded, but what puzzled him was that in this obvious siren, he did not get any response from the friendly side. The answer the night gave him was only one muffled sound after another. There was a loud noise, and figures fell down one after another.

A few sporadic shots of crystal muskets were heard nearby, but as the attackers began a new round of shooting, those soldiers who dared to fight back quickly lost their voice.

As a survivor in the post, this young man had lost his sense of proportion. He could not understand what was happening, so after shaking the alarm twice more, he tremblingly grabbed his crystal gun and shrank his body. Arriving at the edge, I carefully peeked out through the observation hole set on the wall.

As a result, the scene described by the veteran before really appeared before his eyes.

He saw straight black figures walking out of the woods one after another. They were holding weapons that looked like crystal muskets, and they were walking silently. In the extremely abnormal silence, they were rapidly advancing in their own direction, and as they Next to him, there is a figure that is extremely conspicuous.

It was a spell caster. He was holding a cane in his right hand and holding an open spell book in his left hand. The spell book exuded a dim yellow light, which made him extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

As if he knew someone was spying on him, the spellcaster suddenly stopped. He raised his cane and pointed at the sentry box where the young soldier was hiding in the distance.

Under the gaze of the dark night, the river valley-level killing magic simply named "Heavy Pressure" by the Legal Committee acted directly on the top of the guard box.

As if being severely stepped on by an invisible giant, the entire sentry box collapsed in an instant, and the anxious gaze peering into the outside world was naturally completely buried and crushed in it.

This may not be the beginning of a formal war, but it is the smile that the God of Death inadvertently showed before waking up from his dream.

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

There are only a few people who have the right to know about this operation. Except for a few important people in power in the Ernst family, there are only a few senior military officers who can know about the arrangement of this operation. They all have the same characteristic, that is, they are all Close ties to the Ernst family…

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

Although the Kingdom Marshal Zeke Ernst, known as the "Three-clawed Falcon", has retired, his style, charm and tactical thinking are still profoundly influencing the soldiers of the Kingdom of Votel, and the Plateau Hunter The Corps is the most concrete embodiment of Marshal Zeke's "new tactics" thought.

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

In the Lone Wolf Ridge military camp that had changed its owner, an officer of the Chasseur Regiment wearing a dark coat smiled at his companions: "This is a true tactical cooperation between new firearms and magic. As you all said, You see, the result is perfect... It can be expected that in a short period of time, those cowards on the plains will be completely unable to figure out the rhythm of our attack."

After saying that, he turned to look at a man wearing a hood and standing upright: "Mr. Krauts, your magic and creativity are perfect. I will organize and analyze them in detail in subsequent reports. Analysis, it won’t be long before the Kingdom Medal will be hanging on your chest.”

"Excuse me. There are still many loopholes in it. There are discrepancies between the paper theory and the actual implementation, but I will improve it as soon as possible."

There is a metal badge hanging on the chest of Mage Krautz, which is drawn with a long and steep valley pattern, which shows his identity as a river valley-level mage of the Legal Committee. However, now, there is a metal badge on the outside of the metal badge. Wrapped in a layer of black and gold trim, that is the national color of the Kingdom of Walter.

This means that Krautz has changed his allegiance.

"I need to check the camp's protective rituals. At dawn, the Delan people may make routine contacts and inspections, so I need to be prepared in advance."

After saying that, Krautz nodded towards the other people in the room, picked up his cane 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 Group are still not used to communicating directly with those high-ranking mages.

The officer from before tugged on the collar of his coat: "Mr. Krauts is a nice person, right?"

He raised his hand, knocked hard on the table twice, and then said: "Then now, we need to start waiting. Gentlemen, please forgive me for repeating it. You and I are loyal to the kingdom, but we are here The goal here is not to show off the majesty of the kingdom.”

"In the next four days, no matter how the outside world changes, we only need to follow one order - keep a low profile and stick to Lone Wolf Ridge until subsequent orders arrive."

The moment his words fell, everyone stood in silence, and words expressing their determination and loyalty were blurted out.

"Praise to the Highland Eagle!"

The officer nodded, took off his hat and put it on the table: "Dismissed."

The Walter Plateau giant eagle badge inlaid on the military cap was flashing with cold light.

…

In the night that just passed, a commotion broke out in the city of Salem.

Perhaps due to the speech during the day, or perhaps from the outside world, the news about the military exercises of the plateau countries caused serious irritation to the residents of the city. These residents of Salem City, who are mainly of Delan descent, walked onto the street one after another. On the streets, they marched from south to north, and from east to west.

Slogans against war, against provocation, and even against the Kingdom of Votel continued one after another.

Shuge stood in front of the window.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright, but the riots in the city were not over yet. The area where the caravans were located was relatively quiet for the time being, but there were faint lights and thick smoke coming from the direction of Rowe Square. Such a development was almost perfect. It confirmed his previous uneasy premonition, but Shuge was completely unable to feel happy about his "prophecy".

"Perhaps...I should have fought against all the opinions and written a passionate and adventurous world view that is warm enough and idealistic enough."

Xiuge thought about this, but couldn't help but laugh, because he knew that was impossible.

And it's too late to regret it now.

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

only……

In this glass mirror, Xiuge's image became unclear.

His figure and face kept oscillating and changing in it, appearing extremely distorted. From time to time, he could see his mirrored face covered by black shadows, as if he standing here was not a real living person, but a human being. A dark ghost that wanders and floats in the human world.

"The ghost of Ernst House...heh, when things here are over, I will definitely change myself to a tasteful pen name."

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