The starting poem of the abyss Seventh

Seven-nine shining Ferdinand front

After confirming the failure of the sneak attack on the Holy Moonlight and the capture of all the members of the special team, including Walter, Lager sighed heavily and pushed the * that was being reviewed in his hand aside:

"I didn't expect that Walter would fail... Didn't he break free from the shadow of the magician? After all, the opponent is just a group of students..."

"However, before that, it was a great achievement for General Walter to sneak attack on the reinforcements of Hel Milan and kill his general Lannold. If it can be released, it should also be worth it, right?

Although it is only accidental, it is indeed a miracle that is enough to make our country's morale high. Originally, I planned to use this to raise Walter's rank... Is there anything to refresh myself? Maybe I have read a lot of files and feel a little tired..."

"Please wait a moment."

The adjutant left the room, and a moment later brought coffee. Lager shook his head:

"Is there no wine?"

"The ban on not drinking in times of war was formulated by the general himself, right?"

"Please let me make an exception today? It doesn't seem to relieve the fatigue from the heart..."

"For our army, your health is the core factor of victory, so we can't make an exception easily."

Lagona helplessly picked up the coffee. Surrounded by the strong fragrance, the tired spirit relaxed a little:

"Hayr Milan's undefeated player Lannold also died... It seems that there are fewer and fewer opponents who can fight with me, which makes me bored me. It seems that the hope of confronting a real opponent on the battlefield cannot be achieved in the years I have lived.

"General, you seem to have begun to make common mistakes again. After all, you are now the commander-in-chief of the army, not a soldier with the enemy on the battlefield. Please be sure to focus your wisdom on the overall battle situation, instead of calculating the gains and losses of the war with your opponents..."

"Hahaha, I know all this. From the old temper of my youth, I always hope to compete with powerful opponents, so it is not necessarily a blessing to be a general in the first army. After all, the issue I should be most concerned about now is to end the war as soon as possible. Whether it is victory or defeat, at least it can make my soldiers return to their hometown and reunite with their families as soon as possible. But even this ideal is difficult to achieve now.

"Do you mean the fact that Haier Milan also has a warship?"

"I can't find any other reason to make me uneasy except this. This not only means that the enemy has the same weapons as us, but more importantly, our advantages are gradually disappearing. Once we fall into a balanced confrontation, the war will not be so easy to follow the script we set. After all, the army that invades other countries has a broader advantage than the army guarding the country in all aspects. If you can't win quickly, you can only wait to be dragged down... However, the queen has no intention to give in to us at all! Facing the siege of the two countries can also drive the whole country to summon up the courage to fight, which is really not something an ordinary girl can do.

"After all, this queen is the person who fell in love with our former crown prince. It's natural to have such courage and courage, but in this way, in addition to adding more sacrifices, we can't find more meaningful results. It seems that our initial intention to intimidate the queen by force is a naive idea.

"Prince Lutwin... Although it is rumored that he has died in that assassination, I always feel that he is not the kind of person who can disappear easily. I don't know why, I always feel that behind the queen, there must be his support, so that the queen can summon up the greatest courage to face the reality.

"Does the general think... His Royal Highness Lutwin is still alive?"

"Don't you think so? It's not a coincidence that Haier Milan can build a warship in such a short time, is it? I have a hunch that His Royal Highness Lutwin leaked the information about the warship to his lover, and he hid in the dark and planned something..."

"Then look for an opportunity to unite with Haier Milan against our country? This is also his revenge plan, right? It seems that this prince hidden in the dark is also our confidant... or more disturbing than that queen."

"But this is what he should have done. Isn't it too much for me to say so? After all, his family was slaughtered for no reason, and it was reasonable for him to retaliate as a survivor. Although the gentle claims against him at home have been trivialized against him, I think he is more suitable for the future of Silas. After all, war cannot be the theme of a kingdom..."

The adjutant suddenly bent down and lowered his voice:

"General... I know you have always sympathized with Prince Lutwin, but now this is a taboo thing after all. If it spreads to China, it will also have a considerable negative impact on you. Please be sure to take care of yourself..."

"I understand that you don't have to worry about these problems. However, since we have doubts about this, we need to find a thorough investigation. You dispatched some credible people to collect some relevant information for me as far as possible, and I want to confirm whether this intuition is correct.

"Please forgive me for asking an excessive question... If His Royal Highness Lutwin is really alive, what is your Excellency going to do?"

"I don't know what to do is a reasonable choice."

"This is not what the general should say."

Lagona laughed:

"Yes, I'm not suitable for saying that, right? But I'm just a mortal, and there will always be times when it is difficult to decide. Anyway, what's the news about our country's reinforcements?

"We have set out from Landway and sent two warships according to the general's request."

Two? Isn't my request four?

"His Majesty's answer is 'Two ships are enough for Lagna'. This is probably a sign of trusting the general, right?

"Your Majesty doesn't seem to understand the difficulties I'm facing at all! How much effective combat support can the two warships provide for conquering a kingdom? For me, even if I add two more ships, I feel that the strength is insufficient. The so-called 'for Lagna' is really a clever excuse! It seems that China has long been suspicious of me, and even the previous achievements can't offset anything..."

"So I always advise the general to be cautious. No matter how great the merit is, it may be completely erased by temporary rumors, and there will be no exception for you. Those dusty eyes and dirty tongues are sometimes more cruel and deadly than the cannons of warships, and can even easily destroy the strongest walls of a country. I hope the general can take this as a lesson..."

Lager frowned and fell into meditation, and the adjutant suddenly had nothing to say for a moment, and the air in the room suddenly became suffocated. Fortunately, the knock on the door sounded at the right time, interrupting the silence of the two people:

"Please come in."

A junior officer pushed the door in and bent down to present the documents in his hand:

"This is a report about the battle on the Western Front of Haier Milan. Please have a look."

"Thank you for your hard work."

The adjutant took over the document, motioned the officer to leave the room, and then opened and browsed it, with a surprised look on his face:

"General... As soon as our ally Hland started the war, he suffered a defeat near the city of Carlo on the western front of Haier Milan. More than half of the 12,000 troops were forced to withdraw to their own country, the commander General Gelman and several others were killed in the battle, and many others were captured.

"Oh? What an unprecedented defeat! 12,000 troops, coupled with the pure white rose knights that Hland is proud of, are so vulnerable?

"I am also deeply surprised. Although it is rumored that General Gelman is just brave and resourceful, after all, Horand's cavalry is a strong soldier that we are also afraid of..."

"No matter how strong the soldiers are, they will fall into the Jedi because of the incompetent generals. This is not a strange problem, but I am concerned about what kind of army Haier Milan has sent to defeat those powerful enemies..."

"According to this war report, the local troops stationed in Carlo in Haier Milan were recruited from various territories, with a total of only 5,000."

Lager was stunned for a moment and stood up and paced back and forth uneasily:

"No matter how incompetent General German is, and no matter where Haier Milan's army comes from... It is true that Holand's military strength will not weaken because of this. That is to say..."

"It's not that Herland is too weak, but that the enemy is too strong."

"That's true. The commander of Haier Milan is definitely not an ordinary person who can tame those arrogant nobles from various territories and train a temporary local coalition army into such a strong soldier in a short time. It is estimated that it is difficult to find many comparable results in our country... Is there any information about him?

"According to the war report, the commander's name is Leon von Erian."

"I seem to have heard such a name... Do you have any detailed information about him?"

"At present, it can be confirmed that Leon von Urian is the eldest son of Carlos, the current marquis of the Eurian family, who ranks among the top three in Heil Milan. He used to be the commander of the First Legion of the Yumir Order of the royal family of Haier Milan, and is known as the elite of the first swordsman of Heil Milan. It's just over 20 years old.

"Just over 20?"

Lager stopped in surprise and unconsciously touched his hair:

"Pretty young, isn't it?"

"Yes, if you can hold such a noble military position at the age of 20, either by outstanding ability, or by the power of the family. Obviously, this young man belongs to the former, and the results of Carlo's First World War are enough to prove it.

"Not bad... This young man is real. If it were me, I would not be absolutely sure of defeating 12,000 strong enemies so quickly under such a disadvantaged force. Such a person is a hundred years old, perhaps a rare general! I really have an uncontrollable impulse to compete with him..."

"General, you seem to have forgotten my advice again. In the current situation, you should first consider how to capture Loya instead of thinking about how to fight with that young man. Now the Haier Milan army must be moraleed under the influence of this war report, which is also quite unfavorable for us, so a small oversight of yours may affect our whole war situation..."

"Hahaha... I'm really sorry, the temper I developed when I was young is difficult to correct, and I always unconsciously get excited when I meet a strong enemy..."

Lager sat back on the chair, picked up coffee and poured a big sip:

"As long as I keep winning, I will meet that young man one day. At that time, I must have a good fight with him, and now I will suppress this idea for the time being... But after all, the taste of coffee is not as strong as wine, so that I can't get enough recuperation... Can you have another cup for me? ?"

"Please don't make such unreasonable demands. All rations during the war are extremely tense. Please also consider the lives of soldiers. Now please confirm tomorrow's battle plan again..."

"Isn't it going to attack Loya tomorrow?"

"The original plan was to wait until the reinforcements of our country met with us before attacking, but the general finally decided to launch an attack before the Haier Milan reinforcements had established themselves, so the most appropriate time is tomorrow. Judging from today's moonlight, tomorrow will be sunny, and our warships can give full play to their advantages.

"Then make a battle plan for tomorrow. It seems that we can't have a good sleep tonight. Gather the generals to take a break in the conference room, and then prepare the distribution map of Haier Milan's army. I'll be there right away.

"I have already prepared all this, and now the generals are probably waiting impatiently."

Lager was stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed loudly again.

Ferdinand, who volunteered in the army, was awarded the position of captain of a 50-person team on the battleship Durand. Since the total number of soldiers on this warship is 300, he is also a medium-grade officer, but in the final analysis, he is only a student volunteer of the college, in front of those senior officers. He still doesn't have any speaking position, let alone participate in military meetings, so he has been in a bad mood since he went on the expedition.

After the warships and ground troops arrived at Loya, the defenders, who had been demoralized by the defeat, were finally temporarily relieved and regained their vitality. After replacing the seriously injured General Wilsam, Harris, the commander-in-chief of the reinforcements, ordered to escort the seriously injured, including the general, back to his home country to recuperate, and then began Loya's defense work. A few days later, the news came that Lagna's army had arrived in the suburbs of Loya. It was heard that it was going to defeat General Lowitz, the "Wolf of Steel", and the rumored "Black Fire Baron" was the opponent, which made the defenders feel an undisguised shock. However, with Carlo's timely arrival, it was like a strong needle, which made everyone's morale. It is also rising uncontrollably.

After receiving the flag of "Tomorrow will be a decisive battle with your army" issued by enemy warships, the generals immediately entered the conference room and held a suffocating military meeting. Ferdinand, who was excluded and stranded on the warship, ran to the deck to breathe in order to relieve the boredom accumulated in his chest.

The warship that stopped sailing at night no longer makes annoying noises due to the continuous operation of the office. Only the night wind blows through the roar that stays in the ear, which gradually relaxes the restless mood all night after a few days. As a wind magician, he seemed to be able to hear the laughter of the wind elf in the night, and Ferdinand's brain, which was filled with all kinds of debris, was also a little happy and clear. In order to make his tired body more peaceful, or just want to eliminate the silent night time, he waved his magic wand to call out a whirlwind only the size of a palm, watching it happily danced danced by goblins around him, and his eyes were gradually soaked with the tone of missing:

"Father and mother, as well as everyone in the college, are all right... With Kick's big stupid bear, there should be no problem with the swordsmen's group. Although I have come to the battlefield of my choice, I miss you guys even more... I really doubt whether my choice is wrong... But I'm going to fight with the enemy tomorrow. Is it a little inappropriate to think of these today... Forget it, in fact, I'm just for a single Pure ideals just came to this warship. What the reputation of the family, the future of Haier Milan... I just wanted to avenge General Lannold and made a careless choice to join the army. Think about it, I don't want to be a chess player in the war chess game at all, let alone become a murderer for such reasons. I should have spent the lonely afternoon in the college cafe with everyone, or in a daze about my work in the research institute. But I still came to this place. Is this the right choice?

The whirlwind around him continued to dance, sometimes in a different direction, as if responding silently to his inquiry. A comforting smile appeared on Ferdinand's face:

"You're saying to me, 'Follow your heart to do it', right? Sure enough, only you can really understand my idea. After all, we have been good friends for many years... But I still have some doubts about myself. I don't have the magic of Xilu, the swordsmanship of loyd, the strategic mind of Keke... Now I have only you as a friend except for the uncertain confidence and wavering courage..."

"Isn't that enough, captain?"

Fednam turned around and saw that the man was a young lower-class nobleman named Kerzer, who was the vice captain of his team. He shyly waved his magic wand at the whirlwind and let it dissipate freely in the night:

"Make you laugh, Kerzer. Did you also relax because you couldn't sleep?"

"Yes, there will be a war with the enemy tomorrow, and the opponent is still the rumored 'Baron Heiyan'. Thinking of this, I always feel that tonight may be the last time I see the moon in my life, so I can't help coming here to breathe. I didn't expect that the captain would be as full of worries as me.

"If possible, please call Ferdinand. Your Excellency doesn't sound comfortable."

"Then it's rude, Ferdinand. I also think it's more emotional to call him by his name. After all, we are now comrades of the same team."

Kerze leaned against the railing beside Ferdinand and stretched himself:

"Why did you come to the army, Ferdinand?"

"For what... for my father, that's probably the reason. I haven't thought much about my reputation or the glory of Haier Milan, just for my father..."

This is not a lie, because Lannold is indeed his father in a sense. Kerzer laughed happily:

"Many people have the same answer as you, but I am an exception. I came here on behalf of my brother.

"Instead of your brother?"

"Yes, it turned out that my brother should have joined the army, but he has just been married for less than a month... For lower classes like us, obtaining military merit is the most direct and almost the only way out to improve the family's reputation. There is no other way but to take my place. Although my father and brother said that 'the name is not what we need most', I still tried to persuade myself to join the army... It doesn't matter if you laugh at me. I'm such a fool who only cares about the family name.

"That's nothing to laugh at. I have many friends in the college who once joined the college's swordsmen team with the same ideal as you, and they did initially achieve their ideals because of their merits in rescuing the princess. In fact, for us nobles, the concept of title is sometimes more worthy of attention than our lives, which is the reality that we have to face. Since the former King Durand made such a decree, it is not a shame for us to join the army for this.

"But... even so, it can't change the reality. There is no doubt that our opponent will defeat General Latt's Lagna tomorrow. And the first one to rush into the battlefield was our Durand, which is going to fight a fleet battle against three... Thinking of this, I feel indescribable fear. Do you feel the same way about me?"

"Of course... Even if we are nobles, we are all ordinary flesh and blood after all. What's the difference from those ordinary soldiers in front of artillery fire?"

Fednan looked at the faint shadow of the Silas warship in the distance under the lights and exhaled gently:

"I don't know why, but now when I see the enemy's lights, I feel calm down. Whether it is Haile Milan or Silas, they can enjoy the gifts brought by the night wind equally in a peaceful time. If such peace can last forever... Unfortunately, we small human beings can do nothing but pray in front of God's will.

"It's really unwilling to think about that, especially those guys... I can't get angry when I think of having to accept their command!"

"Are you talking about... our generals?"

"Who else will there be besides them?"

Kherzer punched heavily on the railing:

"It's just a group of self-righteous guys! With his senior military rank, he doesn't pay attention to us, just like treating stray dogs on the roadside! Saying, 'Tomorrow is the time for you to build achievements, you should bravely rush to the front and don't lose the face of your family', but you just want us to be cannon fodder! They will only hide in a safe place and think about how to save their lives! Even if we make achievements in the war, we will only be occupied by them all because they want to upgrade their ranks! Absolutely unforgivable for that kind of thing!"

"unforgivable...what do you want to do?"

Kherze looked at the night and was silent for a moment, and then lowered his voice hatefully:

"I will definitely look for an opportunity... aim at their backs! But don't worry, I will never pull you..."

"You mean... you want to find a chance to assassinate those guys? Do you have any grudges with them?"

"There is no hatred, I just don't like their attitude. Ferdinand, you should also be careful of those guys. Whether it's making us cannon fodder or the cornerstone of their meritorious deeds, we are just dispensable props in their eyes. I won't regret dying under the gunfire of my opponents, but if I die under the calculations of those guys... I will definitely drag them to hell!"

Frednan was shocked by his extreme words and patted him on the shoulder helplessly:

"Instead of thinking about this fruitless thing, it's better to relax your spirit and meet tomorrow's inevitable fate. To be honest... Even if my opponent is Lagerna, I don't want to lose, let alone die. So I'm more willing to think about how to live than to be disturbed by those guys. Kerzer, don't forget that tomorrow's protagonist is us, so we have to perform our own script. I have always believed that the protagonist of this era is ultimately us..."

You're right. Maybe thinking about this issue can make our limbs flexible. In a word, let's watch our performance tomorrow. As for the audience who will only enjoy our performance in the rear, they are destined to become audiences... What kind of heroic performance they will really look forward to tomorrow!"

Kherzer responded with a high-five with him and turned around and disappeared into the night. Ferdinand leaned back on the railing and called out the whirlwind again:

"Do you know? I suddenly feel a little scared now. Although I have been trying to summon up my courage before, it seems that I am not the only one who is in my mood. Everyone is struggling very hard for tomorrow. Although we don't know what kind of fate we will encounter, let's pray for each other.