Chapter 381 A Worthy Death

This blocking war is not a fight between two birds with one stone. It is an endless quagmire.

When you are deeply trapped in it, the more you struggle, the more powerless you are, and the more powerless you are, the more you struggle.

This is a torturous war, because after a long-distance raid and bloody battles, everyone's body and will are exhausted to the extreme.

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Ed felt dizzy.

"Captain, you are not dead!"

"Help me up, how long have I been unconscious." Ed made a difficult sound like a dry riverbed.

"Three meals."

One meal takes ten minutes, and three meals take half an hour, but it seems like something that happened in the last life. Ed dared to fight and charge, but the battle was too fierce, so that his body was overdrawn and fell into a coma, but after waking up, his body was still heavy, and the severe pain from all parts of his body repeatedly tortured his nerves.

Ed paused for a long time and said, "Explain the situation..."

"Team, the mercenaries besieging us have retreated, but we have also been dispersed."

Two soldiers held Ed's arms with their shoulders, barely keeping him standing.

Ed looked around.

He saw only twenty or so soldiers sitting and lying around him. The sky was slightly dim, the sun was not glaring, the spring breeze could not blow away the smoke, and there were more than a hundred corpses in the wilderness.

Some were enemies, and some were comrades.

The war seemed to be over?

They left Fengrao City in the early morning and marched more than 50 miles. After noon, they began to line up for battle. Before and after, about a thousand valley reinforcements joined the battlefield.

Otherwise, with only three hundred of them, they would never have survived until now.

In this way, thousands of them fought a thorough melee with the mercenaries in this wilderness.

This melee lasted from noon to afternoon.

Ed had previously issued orders for each team to fight alone, aiming to delay more enemies while preserving their own safety.

Almost all the teams chose to fight and retreat.

However, the battlefield was in chaos, and many people could not tell the directions.

The 13th Battalion was completely dispersed.

Ed had to pray to His Highness Roman that his soldiers were safe and could find their way home smoothly.

"Those who can still move, line up and count!"

Ed stuck his steel knife into the ground, like a crutch to support his body. Under his gaze, a dozen soldiers from different teams quickly lined up.

The basic training in the past two years has given them a high level of discipline.

"1!" "2!" "3!" ... "11!" "12!"

As the smooth counting continued, Ed looked at everyone's face.

He found that these soldiers were not all from the 13th Battalion. He and his soldiers were together day and night, and had some impression of everyone. Now he found that some faces were unfamiliar.

Ed quickly understood the current situation.

Because the melee lasted too long, all the teams were broken up, but they gathered spontaneously, and he mixed with soldiers from other battalions.

"I am Captain Ed of the Thirteenth Battalion. Tell me your serial number!"

One of the strangers saluted first, then said: "I am Eamon, the third captain of the Seventh Heavy Armored Battalion! Captain Ed, you have the highest rank now, and I will follow your orders next!"

"I am a member of the 24th Squadron of the Fourth Squadron of the Thirty-Sixth Battalion. My name is Abby!"

"I am Barry, a member of the Eighth Guard Battalion..."

Several people spoke one after another. Ed looked at the captain who called himself Eamon and asked: "Are you from the Seventh Heavy Armored Battalion?"

"Yes! My captain is Weimar... He mentioned you to us."

"How is he now?"

Ed didn't expect to get an answer from Eamon.

After all, it was too chaotic at the time. Thousands of people were fighting on dozens of square kilometers of land, and the battlefield was also rapidly shifting and spreading.

They were completely divided by the vast space.

But unexpectedly, he got the answer to the question.

A trace of sadness appeared on Eamon's stiff face: "Weima Brigade...died in battle."

He was right next to him at the time and saw with his own eyes the bodies of seven mercenaries at Weima's feet. One of them pretended to be dead and hugged his right leg as if he was in a state of last breath, tripping him. Then a mercenary rushed over from the side and chopped Weima's head with a heavy axe...

Weima is stronger than him. Ed thought. A third-level infantry knight, the captain of the heavy brigade, died on the battlefield.

This is war...

Ed felt suffocated and sad.

But facing the terrible situation, he had to force himself to calm down and analyze the situation.

They had twelve soldiers who were slightly injured but able to move, four seriously injured soldiers who could not stand up, and he himself was exhausted and his combat power was greatly reduced - he had to take them all back! Ed told himself.

Because there are at least thousands of mercenaries wandering around in this area, and they are alone. Once they encounter them, a new battle will inevitably break out.

Of course, the current situation is that after fighting for an afternoon, the enemy does not want to fight anymore, and they do not want to fight anymore either, because they are exhausted.

But everyone knows that the group of greedy wild wolves will launch a second attack after licking their wounds.

Ed was sad, but surprisingly calm. After a long time, he said: "It's getting dark, let's find a camp to rest, you make a few stretchers, and take our injured brothers away from here as soon as possible."

Eamon replied: "I'll listen to you, Captain Ed."

Emon's face was stiff, and he dragged his tired body to check the injuries of the seriously injured soldiers and remove their armor burden.

The light of the setting sun shone directly on this desolate wilderness.

The cool breeze in the evening, the tender green weeds, two lonely small trees, a dozen lost soldiers, and more than a hundred corpses lying quietly in the gravel wilderness, some of them were enemies, and some were comrades.

Crows began to fly across the sky, more and more, and more and more frequently.

They were definitely not the crows raised by the Warcraft Witch, but a group of wild scavengers. They didn't care who they were eating, just like those mercenaries who greedily stripped off their comrades' armor and shirts, leaving them naked facing the world until they rotted.

This is the case in this era. Many mercenaries neither bury their companions nor their enemies. They live like a group of lonely ghosts who can't find a home, and have no friendship with each other. They only make money from the dead.

He is a veteran soldier who has been through battles and has long been aware of this.

But it doesn’t matter how many of these mercenaries die, because mercenaries are unjust people, as lowly as dirt, despised when alive, and restless after death.

But what about his comrades? His comrades are all noble warriors chosen by Roman. They have won every battle in the past, but in this battle, too many comrades have been sacrificed.

Did they die 300 or 500? There is no way to calculate.

How could his dead comrades end up with the same fate as those lonely ghosts?

Ed was sad. He looked at the scattered soldiers in front of him and suddenly said, "We will come back..."

The faces of those soldiers were full of fatigue and blood. Hearing this, they all looked over.

Ed said firmly: "Your Highness will lead us back.

"Your Highness said, dust to dust, earth to earth.

"He will never let us die in the wilderness like wild dogs.

"Sooner or later, we will all die for a good cause.

"Our sacrifice must be worth it!"

Ed was weak, but he had a pure sense of faith in his heart.

When he said these words, he felt a deep sense of peace, as if he had already made up his mind.

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Book recommendation: "Tom, I am the Dark Lord!"

Hermione thought Hogwarts was a good place. There was neither the Inquisition nor the Dark Mechanicus. She could calm down and do research. Except that Draco was a little seriously ill, everything else was good.

Harry thought Hogwarts was a great place. There were neither the Mind Flayer nor the Chosen Ones. She could enjoy her retirement life here peacefully. Except that Draco was a little seriously ill, everything else was good.

Ron thought Hogwarts was a great place. There was neither the NCPD nor the corporate dogs. He could run a small business here and take care of his family comfortably. Except that Draco was a little seriously ill, everything else was good.

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Voldemort thought Hogwarts was a good place. If Dumbledore allowed him to go back, then Hogwarts would be the best place in the world. But was Draco a little seriously ill? Now the school rules of Hogwarts do not allow students to be expelled?

Draco thought Hogwarts was a good place. Everyone here was talented and spoke well. He liked it very much. If it weren't for the fact that no matter what spell he cast, Avada Kedavra would always be released and Dumbledore thought he was the next generation of the Dark Lord.

What a joke! I just blew up the basilisk's head with a bolt gun and conducted nuclear tests in the Room of Requirement. What does this have to do with the Dark Lord? !

It's ridiculous!