She Is Not a Witch Chapter 13: The Year of the Blood Front

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Tertiary Age 1699, the year of the blood front

The war on the Western Continent has entered a new stage, and it is also a more cruel stage than ever.

The Battle of Green Hill, the Tishran Ambush, the Battle of Falcon Thirteenth County, and the Battle of Nebel Mountain, the fierce battlefield is like a meat grinder, devouring lives mercilessly.

Countless soldiers were blown up by artillery fire on the battlefield, pierced by long spears, and cut through their throats with sharp swords. Every day, they received thousands of news of their deaths. Numerous names were struck out with red strokes on the pages of paper. To that distant hometown.

Those messengers dressed in black, carrying sturdy military satchels, delivered these unknown white envelopes to the dazed parents, greeted with tears of sadness.

Tears fell drop by drop on the unfolded letter paper, moistening the formula text printed by the ink, only the column of the name was written in a hurry with a pen, inadvertently, maybe it was useless, but this Represents the passing of a young life.

Perhaps not long ago, this young man smiled at the people around him before he left, talking about the news that he was waiting for his victory and return. But what was waiting in the end was nothing more than a piece of paper and a medal of sacrifice that could no longer be restored.

"I know you are sad, but please allow me to offer your child the highest respect." The black messenger took off his hat and pressed it to his chest.

"He sacrificed for this country and also fought for the future of all of us. The country and people will not forget all this."

"The hatred of tyranny must be paid in blood."

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Seabuckthorn City, the former west wind border city, is now occupied by the imperial army.

In the barracks in the city, thousands of soldiers are repairing here, many of them are wounded, and the sound of pain and wailing can often be heard in the camp.

The large tent housing the wounded was opened, and an imperial soldier walked out, his face was probably in his early twenties.

Compared with the smugness and enthusiasm and excitement on his face in the early days of the war, at this moment there is only a numb and dim look on his face.

When he came to a corner of the camp, he was about to hit his hands full of stains underwater. This was caused when he cleaned the patient's body just now. The smell of blood and stench was mixed, which was unbearable.

But when he walked to the well, a wooden sign with a short writing on it stood aside.

‘The well has been poisoned! ’

The bright red writing on the white wooden board is shocking.

"Damn it!" He took a low sip, then recalled the situation these days.

This is not the first well head to be poisoned. Those local residents are always looking for opportunities to create problems for them.

Poisoning, arson, assault, all kinds of things happen.

The noble officers in the camp were very angry and killed many suspected local residents. Thousands of corpses were even piled up outside the city.

"If they dare to rebel again, they will keep killing until they are afraid."

"To deal with such diehards, you should commit more killings to make the other party tremble, so that even if a few of them want to make trouble, they will immediately be confessed by the people around them." The officer said that the ancestors stayed. Experience.

It has always been difficult to conquer a country or nation, but killing is indeed the simplest and most rude method.

There will always be people who are afraid of death, aren't they?

After the invasion of Crancia, many aristocratic officers have adopted this method. In their hearts, the civilians and livestock of these enemy countries are not much different.

"Stupid, sluggish, unwilling to surrender!"

The people above can’t understand this situation, because it’s never happened in the past conquests. As long as you defeat the opponent’s army, many small towns and villages will come down under the wind, and you can send someone to receive it at will. .

But now the expedition seems to have entered a quagmire. No matter what you do, you will feel a kind of resistance. This resistance comes from the people on this land.

He once met a local peasant woman during a field march. This tanned and dark-skinned woman was wearing hemp clothes and holding a child in her arms.

The woman would whisper in the child's ear when she saw soldiers from the Empire passing by.

‘This is our enemy, who must be killed in the future. ’

Different from the other soldiers, he has an exceptional talent in hearing, and so did he know what the woman was talking about.

But he didn't report the matter to the chief that day, nor did he pick up the spear and pierce the peasant woman who didn't know what was wrong, like other colleagues.

‘I understand that this is wrong. War will only show the worst aspects of our humanity. ’

He said this to himself in his heart, but he himself knew that such rhetoric was useless.

Now that the war has reached this point, the two sides have accumulated a lot of blood feuds, and they can no longer stop.

Sometimes he even dreams, dreaming that the killed Crancias come to his bedside and demand his life, just like the mercury dynasty recorded in history.

It's really disgusting.

Sitting on the edge of the camp, the empire soldier looked at the gray sky and stood up.

"What's the matter, Lige, is it in the water? Come here."

A slightly tall and strong soldier walked up. He was wearing a scale armor covering his chest and back, with a gray and black broken cloak behind him, and he was holding a steel halberd at the moment.

"Well, it's Tulong." The soldier named Lige raised his head and looked at this acquaintance, Tulong, his fellow comrade.

Following Turon's tall body, Lige came to another part of the camp, where there was the only safe well. Many people were lining up to fetch water, some for drinking, and some for washing things.

Seeing that there are still a lot of people in front of them, the two of them waited by the side for a while and started chatting.

"There seems to be bad news ahead. The entire army led by a certain viscount has been wiped out on the battlefield."

"Heh, it seems that some of the wounded will be sent back, and then many of us will have to go to the front."

"Maybe you won't see me next time." Lige lowered his head, knocked the dust on the soles of his feet, mocking the increasingly uncomfortable situation.

"Why, want to escape?"

Tulong jokingly said that in the Crimson Empire, deserters on the battlefield are the most humiliating reputation. Such people can laugh and abuse loudly even street beggars. If the opponent wants to resist, they will attract everyone. Kind of attack.

The empire was built on military merits, and deserters and cowards are particularly despised in cultural traditions. In various dramas, these deserters often also play harlequins, or the final footnotes of the villains.

The praise of bravery, glory, and justice is the enduring content of the empire. The boys yearn for the heroic knight in the story, and the girl dreams of the handsome knight riding a white horse to say hello to her.

This is why, even now, many people still insist on reluctantly. If you say you are afraid and afraid of war, you will be ridiculed and bullied.

This is especially true for the nobles who pay attention to fame and glory. Years of propaganda, generations of narration and teaching, many nobles also naturally believe that the battlefield is glorious, even if they fail to win, they cannot be a spurn Deserter.

Relying on this steadfast tradition, the empire's army has been heading westward, continuously throwing itself into the cruel battlefield.

Suppose, if there was no Crancia, or the previous Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua, this expedition would have been successful. And they will be praised by future generations as being heroic and glorious.

Unfortunately, the Starlight Alliance dominated by Crancia is not the former Seven Kingdoms of Xuehua.

If they cannot be defeated, then they will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history and be ridiculed mercilessly.

At this point, even though more and more people are aware of the difficulty and vagueness of winning, the empire still barely maintains the idea of ​​the main battle.

Even if you can't win, you must beat the opponent to a disability.

With this thought, the emperor started a new round of conscription after discussing with many great nobles.

Perhaps they didn't realize it, but they were already panicked about the defeat.

The experience of the blood-staining process of the blade made many nobles and imperial soldiers on the front gradually realize what a group of terrifying opponents this is.

They seem to have almost fanatical beliefs. They are not afraid of death, disciplined, and never retreat. They stand on the ground like steel pillars. Every step forward, they will encounter layers of obstacles.

Looking back to the countless bodies that fell in this war, if they fail here, the ending may not only be as simple as returning to the border between the two sides in the past.

The more feared, the more united within the empire, more and more conscripts are patrolling across the provinces, and some conservative aristocrats also had to put out some pressure from the bottom of the box and began to think about how to fight in this protracted war Continued in.

With the organizational ability and fighting will of Crancia in the past two years, it seems that it is not difficult to lead the army into the empire to fight. If such a thing happens, the land, wealth, resources, etc. of many nobles will be disappear.

Some people with foresight began to appeal, suggesting that the offensive should be eased, be closed at best, and make peace with Crancia. But such voices were quickly drowned out.

Although there were many deaths in the war, it is impossible for these nobles to give up the benefits and land they acquired. Didn't they do it in vain and become a joke?

So in the end, neither side had room for concessions.

"When will it be over? I want to go back to my hometown. It's probably the dandelion blooming season. Yuna from the neighboring village often comes to our village to pick wild vegetables with her mother at this time." Lige used his arm slightly. The sun blocking the sky.

"Be quiet, you will report this to people around you." Tulong put one hand on Lige's shoulder, so that he would not show that he wanted to be a deserter.

"Oh, what's to be afraid of, I guess everyone thinks so."

"Relax, man, maybe the future will not be so bad, maybe we will win someday." Tulong said comfortingly.

"Have you heard that the pure-iron fighter has now led the army to victory on the flanks, and the emperor has sent envoys to commend him."

"Are you talking about Dulce? This is indeed an idol of many people, but such a genius is too far away from a small person like me and can't inspire me at all."

Under the gloomy sky, the two talked casually, until they got the water and settled the matter, then slowly returned to the tent.

After the empire’s army fought one after another in the territory of Crancia, many people were like this soldier. They gradually faded from the initial frenzy and became silent, and the blood that they saw every day fell down. The companions below all stimulate the nervous nerves of anxiety.

It is wonderful to obtain wealth and land after winning, but the cruelty on the battlefield is also terrifying. They only come for profit, and naturally they do not have the firm fighting will of the Crancia soldiers.

After being severely hit and tortured, the empire’s offensive has slowed down. More and more frontline nobles have begun to defend themselves wisely and fight passively. They are more inclined to occupy and defend instead of attacking swiftly.

During this year, the battlefield situation began to change, and the empire gradually turned from offensive to defensive.

The capital of the Crimson Empire, Titanya.

Another huge wedding is taking place in the bustling city, but this time the protagonist is more than one pair, but nearly a hundred newlyweds.

After being promoted to the upper echelons of the empire with military merit, many new aristocrats began to marry with old aristocrats. The new generation aristocracy has real power and newly acquired land, but lacks wealth and the personnel means to manage the land. Although the old aristocrats have accumulated wealth through generations, they lack power and need new resources to develop their family business.

So exchanges and alliances were created.

After realizing that such a combination of power was inevitable, the emperor did not forcefully stop it, but instead joined it, selecting the nobles who favored him, and combining them with the officers he promoted. In this way, its power is more stable.

Now, although he clearly controls the entire empire, in the fiefs of the four dukes, the other great nobles still retain considerable strength and are not completely controlled by him.

"Congratulations, Dulce."

During the wedding ceremony, the emperor recruited himself, the most powerful general, and patted him on the shoulder as a reward. On the other side, Lily, the Red Queen, dressed in a luxurious rose dress, also received Dulce’s wife, Vileen.

This former genius of Emenas, a noble girl who repeatedly won the second place in the Winter Festival Gala.

Compared with the slightly ostentatious appearance in the school in the past, Vileen now seems to be much more dignified and virtuous. She was wearing a black and red aristocratic dress, her fingers covered with black lace gently took Lily's back of hand, and simply kissed and saluted.

"I have seen your Majesty the Queen." Wei Lin raised her head, her black hair formed a small bend around her cheeks, matching the red rose on the side of her ears, and she had a mature temperament.

"You don't have to be so polite, Senior Sister Weilin." Lily looked at the woman who leaned in front of her to salute, feeling full of emotion in her heart.

"Perhaps you don't know me. I entered the Walled City Academy after Sister Weilin graduated. It's just that my grades are average, so naturally not many people know me in school."

"Everyone's eyes are always on those geniuses."

"Your Majesty is serious." Wei Lin stood up again and answered carefully.

Occasionally when a big person laughs at himself, you must not agree at will. If you think you are agreeing, you may be mistaken for offense, so it is generally best not to evaluate it.

In the years after graduation, Wei Lin has experienced a lot. Although she is a daughter of a noble family, she is alone and has no brothers or sisters. Relatives from far away want to come over to fight for the family property. Less energy, so that her development is not smooth.

When I look back, the teenager who defeated her and left her with hatred in the school has grown into a well-known army commander in the empire, and is in a higher position than her.

After learning about the situation, a complicated emotion arose in her heart, and the disputes within the family bothered her again and again.

At this time, the emperor's messenger arrived.

The emperor intends to bring her to marry that Dulce because she is the only daughter of this generation of Viscount Yanfalco. After marrying Dulce, Dulce can immediately obtain the title of Viscount Yanfalco. And Wei Lin can also keep everything she has, no longer be affected by those annoying relatives, and continue to pass the title to her children.

After a period of difficult thinking and choice, Wei Lin agreed to the proposal, and met Dulce again after many years.

"This is a trustworthy man."

Perhaps in the match that year, the opponent's tough will made her feel unwilling and hateful, but if this man becomes her husband, then such qualities in him will make people feel at ease.

After letting go, the only grudge in Weilin's heart also disappeared, and she began to sincerely think about the feasibility of this marriage and the future scenes.

She is no longer young. Although the transcendents age more slowly than ordinary people, among the nobles, it is already late to get married at this time~ IndoMTL.com~ I am afraid I can only look for divorced objects later. NS.

Under the influence of various factors, the two finally came together, and today's situation may not have been imagined by each other back then.

At that time, they were like birds in the sky and fish in the water, nobles and common people, living in two unrelated worlds.

Don't want the reality to be so bizarre and unexpected, the pair finally came together.

"Then, the wedding celebration officially begins~"

In Titaniya, there are flowers and music. In the midst of stagnation and relaxation in the war, the emperor recalled a group of officers with outstanding military merits, arranged for them to marry, and once again strengthened the emperor’s ability to control the frontline army. .

Such weddings have also greatly stimulated those young people in the country who have not yet joined the army, and in the new round of conscription, they will encourage more young people to join this glorious expedition and once again add a bargaining chip to the balance.

Stagnation, pessimism, and numbness at the front, cheers, envy, and optimism at the rear, two completely different landscapes have formed in one country at the same time. And where will this country, which uses the rose as a metaphor, go next.

Did you finally see the dawn of victory in the overweight stacks, or did you finally collapse and fall apart because you couldn't bear the heavy stacks?

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