Chapter 63

"What's your name?"

"My name's bud. I'm from graythorn county."

In a spacious alley beside the street, the boy had stopped crying, with his head down and some quiet answers.

Lorraine Hill looked at the boy without saying a word of comfort.

"Do you hate that man?"

"I... I don't know. I did something wrong." His voice was a little low.

"Yes, you did something wrong." The girl did not deny it.

When the boy heard Loran Hill say the same thing, he lowered his head and put his hands on his side. He felt that he didn't fit in any position.

"What are you going to do in the future?"

"I, I'll do a good job in every account, and I won't make any more mistakes."

"Have you ever heard of anyone who never makes mistakes in his life?"

"... No."

"Then, what should we do next time? Just stand there and wait for a kind man to save you“

"... I don't know."

Looking at the boy, Lorraine Hill suddenly realized Lu Xun's mood at that time, that is to mourn his misfortune and be angry with him.

She is not the kind of virgin who wants to save everyone. After all, the way of life is her own choice. If you help more, sometimes you will accumulate resentment. The other party will say that this is not what he wants, but what you forced me to do.

Just, the girl is ready to turn and leave.

Thank you Behind him came the boy's shouts, which were somewhat suppressed and anxious, as if driving with the brake and gas door.

Lorraine Hill turned and looked at the boy who wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. His face was red with anxiety.

"If one day you feel too bad to hold on, you can imagine that you are a stone without feelings, which will make you feel better."

Lorraine Hill left the alley in his gray boots. His black robe floated up and down in the sea breeze, leaving only the boy behind.

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In the north of the westerly Kingdom, layers of flowing clouds roll through the sky. Only some weeds grow sporadically on the dry gobi desert. When the trade wind from the South reaches here through the mountains and wilderness, it has been filtered out of the moist smell of the sea water, becoming dry and mixed with the smell of dust.

The sun is hanging high, and the hot sun is baking the earth. A soldier in a neat formation march forward in front of the battlefield, and then stand still. The hanging blue starlight wheat flag is blown up by the wind, and from time to time comes the sound of the flag rolling.

The vast wilderness is divided into two camps, about 200000 people in total. The front of both sides extends from one end of the Gobi desert to the other end of the sky. The close heads are like ants on the earth. They are all over the wilderness, and the whole field of vision is endless.

On one side was the aristocratic alliance of the west wind kingdom. They were led by wabuk, the Duke of cliff in the north. They assembled 37 families in the north, big and small. Various flags were flying on the array. These soldiers were dressed in different clothes, such as wearing Chain Armor, simple leather armor, and a small number of all steel armor.

They are divided roughly by families, each of which is responsible for a part of the front. On the whole, the army in the middle and on the edge of the two wings is stronger, while the rest is weaker.

Behind the westerly alliance was the private legion of the Duke of cliff, who wore copper metal armor and reflected golden rays in the sun. These private armies of the rock wall Archduke are the famous "Mountain Copper army" in the north. Their armor is made of iron and steel mixed with mountain copper. Although they are heavy, they are also very tough and defensive. The long gun and round shield in hand were also mixed with a small amount of Mountain Copper, and the strength reached the extraordinary silver level.

There is a rare mountain copper vein in the fiefdom of Yanbi Dagong. It's very excellent for making armor. Even ordinary craftsmen can easily make silver grade. Unfortunately, the output of mountain copper is not much. The Duke of Yanbi has accumulated more than ten years to accumulate the elite army of more than 1000 people.

The soldiers of [Shantong Army] are all above sequence 2, which is also the most proud place of Yanbi Dagong. He accumulated a lot of wealth to support such a powerful army by collecting taxes in the north.

On the other side of the battlefield, the flags are more uniform. They are all made of starlight and wheat. The armor they wear is also made of steel. However, there are many inconsistencies and burrs in the corners. It can be seen that most of these armor are made in the near future. Most of these soldiers have long-term calluses on their hands, and their clothes on the inside of their armor are very old and white.

The soldiers in front of them, armed with long guns and shields, formed a very neat square array, with only a small number of archers at the back. Unlike the noble coalition, they had many crossbows.

This generation of rock wall Archduke riding on a horse, looking at the opposite of the uprising, white beard split a smile.

"I can't believe that the rebel leader opposite is still an academic." There was a funny and sarcastic look on his face.

"Williver, if you lead the army in the future, don't learn from each other."

"Why, my father, I think they are so well arranged that they should be very effective."

"That's bullshit." The old Baron uttered a rude remark with disdain on his face.

"I don't look down on these stupid readers."

"When Lao Tzu was young, when he was fighting barbarians, the commander sent by the royal family was the academic school graduated from ermenas."

"It's silly to talk about combat planning, logistics maintenance, task allocation and queuing training."

"Where does he think this is? Those big soldiers are here to eat. You tell them about glory. They just want to earn money and whore women. "

"It's not surprising that all the people below didn't bother to pay attention to him. After all kinds of orders were passed down, unless he was present in person, he would follow them and give the king some face. If he wasn't present, who would do it foolishly against the sun."

"And then?" Asked Villefort, the old Baron's son, curiously.

"Later, he learned to be smart. He asked the king for a team of supervisors to supervise the training of the people below and arrange the formation. He managed to do it."

"It's a pity that it's useless. As soon as I go to the battlefield, my life and death are in a flash. Who's her mother still in charge of the formation? It's just that I chop a few more when I'm cool. When I'm hurt by someone's chop, I run back. Finally, as long as I keep the whole front and slowly make dumplings for the other side, I basically win."

"What if I can't?"

"Run if you can't fight, silly boy." The old father looked at his son with a retarded face.

Villefort was silent. He turned to look at the army opposite him. After a while, he asked, "how did you win the barbarians?"

"Although the commander's idea was too naive, he couldn't stand it. He was really a genius. With the strength of sequence 7, he directly killed the enemy, put the leader's head on the tip of the gun, and then the barbarians fled. Otherwise, the war was really hard to say."

"So I said that you should teach your grandson well and send him to study in ermenas. Don't think about fancy things all day like you. Strength is the only truth."

"And the rebel leader on the other side is nothing. He thinks that he has read some books and is engaged in formation. You see, when the fight starts, people will be crowded and people will be in chaos. Who will stand in the same place foolishly and be beaten in order to maintain the formation? Ha ha. "