Dust of History Chapter 33: Crazy Virtue

The night in the wild highlands is always very quiet. Only occasionally the cries of Wyverns echoed in the night sky, but the soldiers were used to it. Since leaving Bracada, this huge beast had been hovering high above their heads at any time. At the beginning, some soldiers couldn't resist trying to attack with bows and arrows, but the height and the airflow when the Wyvern flapped its wings made all long-range attacks fall back to the ground, causing injuries to their companions from time to time. And the orcs obviously cherish this precious creature, and are unwilling to rashly order it to fly down and attack. When it was time to set up the camp at night, there were always dozens of soldiers with strong bows and crossbows standing by the fires in various places in the camp to prevent the sneak attack of the Wyverns.

A few werewolves approached the camp through the night. Even in the silent night, their approach did not make the slightest sound, and they did not need any lighting, and they could see things clearly even in such a moonless night, so they could not reveal any sound and Bright approach. This is an ability that is absolutely beyond the reach of humans, making them excellent sneak attackers.

There were not even patrolling soldiers on the edge of the camp, and it was surprisingly quiet. The werewolf quietly approached the edge of the camp. Of course, with such a small number, they won't cause any effective damage. This is just a temptation and harassment.

Suddenly a strange creaking sound came from the camp. It seemed to be the sound of some animal. Before the werewolves could react, the entire barracks had already been activated by this sound. Torches were lit everywhere, and soldiers poured out of their tents. The barracks, which had been quiet just now, suddenly turned into a sea of ​​boiling shouts, and a group of soldiers rushed towards the werewolf.

The soldiers didn't have any officers to issue orders and commands, and they rushed out shouting and holding weapons just like the hooligans who spontaneously fought on the street. It is not discipline but emotions of anger and hatred that command them.

The two soldiers at the front immediately fell victim to the meteor hammer in the werewolf's hand, and the broken corpses flew far away, blood splashing everywhere. But those soldiers who were stained with their companion's blood did not show the slightest hesitation or timidity, instead they rushed forward more bravely, and the shouts from their mouths were no longer like human beings, but **** beasts. Under the light of the torch, those bloodshot eyes are full of signs of crazy fighting spirit.

Several werewolves were frightened by such a scene. They started turning and running away.

A huge body in the group of soldiers rushed to the side of a werewolf with a few strides at a high speed that was not commensurate with that body, and slashed at the werewolf with a huge ax in his hand. This is a person who is about as tall as a werewolf, and the huge ax in his hand also shows extraordinary lethality like the werewolf's meteor hammer.

The werewolf turned around and narrowly avoided, and swung the meteor hammer in his hand towards the attacker. This weapon, which can smash the shield armor into pieces, and the other ax in the man's hand made a loud noise when they collided. bang.

The werewolf let out a miserable howl, and the other ax that had been shot in the air had already been retracted under the strong arm strength and skill of the user, and he slashed horizontally, chopping off the werewolf's arm holding the weapon.

Under severe pain, the werewolf's empty claw also grabbed a piece of flesh from the opponent's body. Just such a pause, the surrounding soldiers rushed up, and the werewolf only had time to kill two or three soldiers with his claws and teeth, before he was hacked to pieces by countless swords and spears around him.

The other werewolves had turned and fled. The upper body of the man who had just cut down the werewolf was already drenched in blood. If he hadn't been experienced and dodged in time, this claw would have been enough to tear him open.

This long-lost pain and passion for fighting completely ignited his fighting spirit. With a roar, he took a step forward and threw the giant ax in his hand. The werewolf chased after him. With a wail, the werewolf fell down. The other werewolves quickly disappeared into the night.

Asa came out of the tent, just in time to see the soldiers with high morale surrounded by the general returning. The bloodstains all over his body did not make the general feel depressed or fatigued, but he looked more energetic. This battle injected him with fresh vitality. When he saw Asa, he pointed to a few small animals tied to the corner of the tent and smiled and said, "Thanks to your idea."

Those are pikas, small herbivorous animals in the wasteland, with a particularly keen sense of smell. When Asa and the general were discussing wilderness operations in Bracada, Asa once told the general that this method is to capture and tie these sensitive small animals in various places in the camp. As long as they smell the peculiar stench of carnivores, they will emit collective cry. This method was originally used by adventurers when they were resting in places where wild beasts haunted. Asa changed it a bit, but he didn't expect to be effective against the silent sneak attack of werewolves. The general had already put all the soldiers to sleep with their weapons in hand, and as soon as they heard the cry of the pika, they would immediately get up and kill the attackers. This arrangement has indeed had a huge effect.

The soldiers behind **** the werewolf who had been felled by the general's axe and carried them in. The general's ax wasn't a very fatal injury. With its own tenacious vitality, the werewolf was still alive. The general ordered the werewolf to be tied firmly together.

One man knocked down two werewolves, and the general was the incarnation of the God of War in the eyes of these young soldiers.

Soldiers surrounded the general as he poured liquor over his wounds. The wounds on the plump muscles were deep, and the general himself used needles and threads to connect the flesh on both sides. He stuck the thread through his own flesh with the needle, pulled it out from the wound, stuck it in again, and tightened the thread. The skin and flesh squeezed together under the drag of the thread.

The general's face was calm and calm, as if he was sewing clothes. Most of the young soldiers are on the battlefield for the first time, and seeing such a scene, they have great respect for the general.

Asa watched with cold eyes, he didn't go forward to use the healing technique on the general, he didn't want to help this man who he wished to die quickly. What's more, he could also see that such a heroic performance by the general was originally a way to boost the morale of these young soldiers.

After the performance, the general asked the soldiers to go back and have a good rest. After this time, there should be no more surprise attacks.

Asa didn't leave. After the soldiers left, only he and the dying werewolf were left here.

He wants to see this werewolf, he is the only one here who has no hostility towards these orcs. When he was in Oufu, he was used to seeing these orcs working like humans with tools and living a life, so in his eyes there was no big difference between them and humans.

From the physical point of view, this should be just a werewolf who hasn't fully grown up, and even the white down on his body hasn't completely faded. The general's ax left a deep wound on his back, and the broken ribs were clearly visible from the wound. If it wasn't for the hard leather armor on his body, this blow would have killed him.

The werewolf had been roped tightly by the soldiers, but even if he didn't, there was no room for him to struggle. His face, like that of a wolf or a dog, looked weak, and he stared at Asa half-closed, with tears suddenly falling from his eyes. His young age made him seem weak.

A poet once praised that tears are a special product of human beings, but those who know animals know that this is not the case. Although Asa never felt that this kind of thing had any special and noble meaning, he still felt a little strange when he saw the tears of this werewolf. He bent down, stretched out his hand and used a healing technique on the werewolf's wound.

Because he always thought that he was going to travel, so when he was in Bracada, he would study various spells and ask his priests for advice. Although I don't remember much of the cumbersome mantra prayers for various auxiliary blessings, but effective spells such as healing and detoxification have made great progress. Probably the leaves of the world tree and the power of the sun well in his body are also of great benefit to magic. Although his healing skills are not as superb as old man Sandro's, they are already much higher than ordinary priests. After using it, the werewolf's wound stopped bleeding immediately, and even healed a lot.

"Thank...thank you." The werewolf's spirit improved a little, and he said in an indistinct voice. These young orcs are generally struggling to learn the human language. The little werewolf was also very surprised to get such unexpected help here. "Please..you..let me go."

Asa made a helpless gesture and said: "That's not okay. If you let you go, they will treat me as a spy and chop me into meat paste. Maybe that crazy old man is looking for something to do with me."

"I...don't want...to die." The little werewolf's expression twitched, and he whimpered like a wounded dog.

After hearing this seemingly familiar plea, Asa's heart moved. But he also knew that he couldn't let the werewolf go. "Actually, you really shouldn't have come to sneak attack..." Compassion made Asa feel a little awkward. It was because of his proposal that the general was able to thwart the sneak attack of the werewolves so easily. According to common sense, it would be a waste of military strength and morale to really guard against the sneak attack of nocturnal orcs like werewolves.

The werewolf recovered a bit, and said in a werewolf-specific eccentric tone: "We are not a surprise attack... just... to investigate... General Grew wants to find out the purpose of your army and intention...." It can be seen that this is just a very smart little werewolf, and it doesn't seem very difficult to speak human words.

Intent purpose? Should it be said that he was going to flatten Oufu, or that he was just sending him to death.

Asa can almost predict the consequences of this army's confrontation with the orc army led by General Gru. Of course, General Gelu alone can't stop all 5,000 soldiers here, but it's absolutely nothing to rush directly into the thousands of troops to wring off the general's head like an apple or crush it like a tomato. Difficult. Soldiers who lost their commanders and spiritual leaders, and then witnessed such a disparity in strength, no matter how high their morale was, would immediately collapse, and then they could only be slaughtered by the orcs.

And the purpose of my participation this time is to try to avoid this situation from happening. Saving 5,000 young lives... To be honest, Asa never felt that he was so great, but he just didn't want to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and he didn't want a scene more tragic than the one he experienced half a year ago. times the carnage. No matter what that old crazy **** general thinks, these five thousand soldiers are innocent after all.

However, as for how to solve the current situation, Asa still can't think of any solution. He can only follow the army forward, hoping that the car will find its own way before the mountain.

Look at the little werewolf in front of you. What will the general do with this prisoner? Use it to kill Liwei when the two armies confront each other? In fact, he was just as innocent as the five thousand soldiers. Asa patted the werewolf on the head and said, "I will try my best not to let them kill you. This battle is actually none of your business."

Looking at Asa, the little werewolf kept nodding his head and wagging his tail, expressing his gratitude, and said: "Thank you for your help... The city lord said that peace talks will be held soon, and there will be no need to fight after the peace talks. Please be sure to Lai Oufu...."

Hearing such a naive invitation suddenly, Asa couldn't help but want to laugh a little. He suddenly had the idea that he must save him too. He patted the werewolf on the head and said, "Don't worry, I will bring you back to Oufu."

The little werewolf wailed twice, and there were tears in his eyes.

Asa got up and went back to his tent to sleep. He suddenly felt that it was really meaningful for him to come with the army this time. It is always good to be able to kill more innocent people.

was vaguely awakened by the noise outside, and opened his eyes only to find that it was dawn.

The soldiers are ready to go. They were standing together in one place, listening to the general's orders.

Asa walked over and was surprised to find that the general was standing next to the wounded werewolf, with one foot on the werewolf's head, pointing mightily at the bound orc captive on the ground and shouting: "Everyone See, these beasts that have harmed our compatriots are not worth fearing. Because what we have is incomparable courage and the justice of revenge for our compatriots.”

The soldiers returned with a passionate cry. Although the methods are different, the general will carry out similar incentives every day to prevent the flames of revenge from going out in these soldiers and ensure their crazy fighting spirit.

The general continued his speech: "That orc's lair is very close, and we will soon crush it to pieces like bedbugs. All orcs will die under our sword of justice. Now we will first Kill this werewolf, and all the warriors will come and chop him, and wash our swords with his blood."

The soldiers howled again.

"Hey, wait." Asa didn't expect the general to sacrifice this prisoner to the flag this morning, so he jumped forward to stop it. "This prisoner has no ability to resist. Aren't you soldiers..."

"Go away." The general waved the ax in his hand aggressively. "You weak clergyman. Do you think we don't know that you were also instructed by those nobles and powers to soften our soldiers."

Asa knew that it was useless to say anything to the general, he turned his head and shouted at the soldiers: "This werewolf is only five or six years old at most, it is impossible to have harmed humans before. Those werewolves who have eaten people Haven't they been killed long ago? We don't need to do this again..."

"The blood debt owed by these barbaric races is just because they died? Is the hatred of those compatriots who were killed and eaten by them just forgot?" The general waved his arms, his face Even if every soldier couldn't see the passionate expression, he could feel it through his voice and momentum. "Everyone said, can we let it go like this."

"I can't!" The high-pitched and fierce echo matched the general, and Asa felt that he was almost deafened and drowned by the shouts around him.

The little werewolf on the ground struggled desperately. He could hear that he was probably doomed, but the ropes were so strong that he could only throb in vain on the ground. There were bursts of deep roars suddenly coming out of the werewolf's mouth.

Among the deafening shouts of the surrounding soldiers, Asa still heard the werewolf's voice very clearly, and it was very clear that it was the voice of the desire to survive and the **** tormented in a desperate situation. At this moment, he actually had the illusion that the person lying on the ground was another self.

The general swung his huge ax and said in a voice full of mission, as if he had issued some historical mission: "Kill it." The soldiers shouted and began to swarm up.

Asa wanted to go up to stop him, but the thousands of people rushed him away immediately. The soldiers gathered like a swarm of famished ants around a locust. Countless swords slashed at the werewolves on the ground.

The werewolf let out a shrill scream, mixed with the sound of bones breaking and skin being torn apart, as if it was the scream directly from the body, Asa's body suddenly had goosebumps.

Asa has been squeezed away, unable to see how the werewolves were dismembered in the crowd, only blood and tiny pieces of fur were seen flying upwards as the soldiers waved their weapons , and spilled on them.

Probably because of his strong physique and vigorous vitality, the werewolf did not die for a while. The miserable howling still continued, and it slowly weakened after a while, and gradually there was no sound. But then the soldiers kept coming up, hacking and killing, the creepy sound of flesh turning into meat paste didn't stop at all, and the soldiers rushed to line up and slashed at the flesh , Stab a sword, as if participating in a long-awaited sacred ceremony.

It took a long time for this grand ceremony to come to an end, and the soldiers joined the ranks.

The werewolf is no longer there, and there is a large pool of dark red mud on the ground, which looks like garbage, except for some relatively large bones and traces of the fur of young animals, newcomers will never see what happened Was something.

Soldiers waved weapons stained with these scarlet objects, and many of them had blood on their faces, but without exception, they were all impassioned, as if those red objects were medals of honor, proof of soldiers, and loyalty and tokens of valor.

The soldiers howled and rejoiced. They are well aware that what excites them is a virtue. Killing enemies, aliens, and enemies is the noble virtue of loving one's family, one's country and one's own nation. This original collective fanaticism and the full affirmation of oneself in terms of values ​​are mixed together and complement each other, making morale infinitely high.

Asa stared helplessly at the soldiers in front of him. Only now did he understand how naive he was, that he would actually want to save them. But they don't need it at all, and they don't want to be troublesome by themselves.

He was neither angry nor sad. Looking at the **** and broken limbs over there, he just felt sick.

The general still didn't move, looking down on everything that happened in front of him like a statue.

Asa turned around silently, led a horse, got on the horse, turned the horse's head and walked towards Bracada.

"What's the matter? Aren't you here waiting for me to die? No matter what I lead them to do?" The general finally spoke, and there was a victor in his eyes. He could see what was going on with the young man. Scaring off the annoying brat at last, the General was proud of the shock of an honorable cause to which he had devoted himself. This is war, that's what war is, and these are just a piece of cake, a very small piece, not worth mentioning.

The morning sun in the east has risen and is glowing red. According to the morning sun, Asa felt his blood was burning. He turned his head and stared at the fanatical leader and his 5,000 followers, shook his head, and said feebly, "Go to **** with you!" , I don’t care, and I can’t.”

In the city hall of Euph City, the Lord Cedros was standing and reviewing a mountain of documents.

The city of Oufu is constantly expanding, the population is constantly increasing, foreign orcs are constantly joining, how to manage it better, the attitudes of various countries towards this place, the army of the empire...all things need his brain Let's analyze and straighten out the intricate relationships among them, and come up with the most effective solution that can kill two or more birds with one stone. The Lord of Cedros never sleeps more than three hours a day during this time.

But this old man who is more than seventy years old is still so full of energy and energy, he even keeps working standing like this to concentrate more energy. Because he is not doing the work, but enjoying the work.

Every time he completes a job, he knows that Oufu, the city he created by himself, is stronger and more complete. The joy, satisfaction and comfort he got from it all injected new vitality and new life into him. In fact, in his eyes, these things are definitely not even 'work', they must be classified, more like 'games'. He enjoys the sense of accomplishment just like a child making a clay castle with his heart. The difference is that he has worked a million times harder, and the sense of accomplishment he has gained is also a million times stronger, and the project itself is even more enormous.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Sedros frowned, knowing that something might be a little troublesome. He could hear that it was General Gelu's footsteps and they were a little hurried, and there were not many things that could make his friend appear hurried.

General Grew pushed open the door and reported: "A troop leaving Brakada on the border of Einfast is approaching here with all its strength, and it will arrive in about seven or eight days at the current speed. Here."

"En." Sedros didn't raise his head, still looking at the file. "What is their intention?"

"I have been observing them for several days, without the slightest scruples or hesitation, I used the most direct route to head here. I sent a few bipedal dragons to take a closer look. There is no backup, no ambushes, and no logistical supplies. The only sign is that one unit. I sent someone to test their attitude last night," Gru snorted coldly. "Their attitude is very clear."

"Huh?" Cedros was quite surprised, and finally stopped what he was doing and said, looking at Gru. "Please tell me everything in detail."

After listening to General Gru's words, Sedros pondered for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "The envoys from various countries have already gathered in the capital, and we have expressed enough friendly attitudes, they should understand that this is useless War, let alone Ronis should have made a statement, so it is impossible for the emperor of Arnfast to order them to attack, and I guess the order to retreat should have been issued. But such a small group of people has no plan for military tactics They rushed forward in a hurry, with such murderous intent... I really can't figure out why they would do such a thing." Sedros sighed, bent over, twisted his neck, stretched his muscles and bones, and went to shoot Pat General Grew on the shoulder. "Come out and walk around with me."

Two leaders of Oufu walked out of the city hall and down the street. The orcs around didn't seem too surprised, at most, they saluted occasionally, and then hurriedly went to their work.

"The troops have a very clear attitude. They are here to die." Sedros looked at General Grew and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Simple. I will lead the charge when they are most tired from the long-distance attack." General Gelu's tone was very relaxed, as if it was really a very simple matter. "I'll kill the leading general first, and the rest of the soldiers will naturally lose their morale, and maybe they will flee in all directions, so it will be much easier to deal with."

"How much damage would we do in that case?" Sedros asked.

"There will never be more than five people." General Gelu replied lightly, his tone was no longer confident, but all the light tone that should be taken for granted. It's as if a person never doubts that he can crack a boiled egg in one bite.

"Five?" Cedros raised his right hand, looked carefully at the wrinkled fingers on it, sighed, and put it down as if reluctant to part~IndoMTL.com~ No, one Neither can die. "

"Although such a small number of five is probably nothing to our current troop size, what we need to avoid is not the loss itself, but the impact. Killing, there will inevitably be feelings of hatred for humans. The hatred between races is not beneficial to anyone, and it is even more dangerous to a multi-racial country like ours. So it must be avoided."

"You're not trying to persuade them to go home, are you?" Grew asked.

"Since it came against the emperor's will, it means that you have lost your mind, so the battle is inevitable. And this is also the time for us to show our fighting power to the nations, so we can annihilate them in one fell swoop ..." Sedros pondered. The highland sunlight was very strong, illuminating his silver beard and hair shining brightly, making him look like a statue symbolizing wisdom when he was thinking, and it was not obvious that he was thinking about **** five thousand people.

The two walked to the street where the workshops gathered. The artisans and those orc apprentices were working hard. The heat from the fire made the air rise, and the sunlight was twisted by the hot air to form some water-like shadows on the ground. Sedros looked at the shadows, then looked up at the dazzling sunlight, nodded, then turned to Gru and said, "Send me a letter to the southeast on a wyvern, and then pick up a few people."