Chapter 355: Ebb Tide
The recruit looked at the long battle line in the distance and exhaled a breath of white air. The mist of water vapor disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The autumn wind was bleak and the green leaves were withering.
The weather was getting colder.
The cold wind with moisture was so cold that it penetrated into their bones through their not-so-thick military uniforms.
He didn't know when this war would end.
He only knew that he had to confront the enemy here.
On the low wall made of mud in the distance, several guards were patrolling on the wall with magic rifles in their hands. They were on guard against the local civilization garrison in the distance who might attack the camp at any time.
Their clothes were not thickened at all, and there was no change. The recruits could occasionally see a gust of cold wind blowing past them and shivering.
They confronted each other across an open area of 400 meters.
It seemed that they had been away from those guys for 20 days, and those ten days of rapid training.
He was appointed centurion/squadron leader.
It seems that they noticed that they had weapons given by the other party hanging around their waists, so they directly appointed the new recruit as a centurion - he should not be a new recruit anymore.
The old soldier was also a centurion, and he should be able to catch up with the old soldier - the old soldier who lost an arm has now become his deputy.
The new recruit knew that his days as a new recruit had already affected his life.
Present tense.
He actually vaguely realized that he was used as a consumable, as a shield to block the enemy.
No one complained. Before that, they were not even worthy of the status of a shield, not much better than the straw that would be crushed under the rotating wheels.
With that crisp sound, the front collapsed.
This feeling is not good at all, really.
They can now confront the enemy here with two fronts, all thanks to those outsiders. They hid in the trenches that the opposite side taught them to dig, and dug trenches step by step. These two-meter-deep tunnels can effectively avoid the light that will leave an unpleasant smell after passing through the air.
Chang Heng didn't teach them anything else.
Ten days of training was only enough for them to learn how to dig trenches and shoot rifles, that's all. The five hundred soldiers who completed the training also became the elite in the team.
Just teaching others how to load and shoot normally would waste a lot of time.
With the magic rifles distributed, they can finally engage in normal shooting with the enemy.
At least he feels that his death now is meaningful-but he really wants to go back to his hometown and collect the unharvested autumn wheat and put it in the warehouse.
Instead of holding a magic rifle here to confront the enemy.
"Come, hot tea,"
The old soldier carried a pot of hot tea in one hand and walked to the dug trench with his body lowered.
"Thanks, the number of patrols today is wrong."
The recruit looked at the city wall in the distance, squinting his eyes slightly to see more thoroughly. He realized that today's patrol personnel were only about one-fifth of the past.
Only a few soldiers were maintaining the most basic patrols.
Today's enemy patrol personnel have not appeared yet. Abnormalities often mean instability, and instability means risks.
If there is a risk, someone will die.
What happened? Are they going to launch a general attack...
Or are they planning to do something?
The recruit clenched his rifle tightly, feeling uneasy. He was already a centurion and was responsible for the lives of the 100 soldiers under him.
"Maybe those people launched the attack. Let's notify each squadron to prepare for battle later..."
The veteran was not surprised. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He found a piece of wood with some residual heat from the fire on the ground that had not been completely extinguished.
The remaining heat lit the cigarette.
The recruit frowned slightly.
"Don't smoke that cigarette. I heard from those people that if you smoke too much of this thing, you will not live long."
The veteran shrugged.
"I don't know how many days I have left. Don't deprive me of the few pleasures."
They discussed the possibility of the enemy reducing patrols.
Until an iron-gray airship landed from the sky.
There were discussions in the trenches. Many people saw this kind of ship that could fly in the sky for the first time. Some knowledgeable people told them that these airships were the ships that those who helped them repel the invaders rode.
"One? What do they want to do?"
The recruits looked at the airship that slowly descended from the clouds. It slowly landed on the ground under the gaze of everyone on the front line.
There was no counterattack, no attack, the airship landed steadily on the ground.
Disappeared from the sight of the infantry in the trenches.
After a long time, the front door of the camp opened, and an elf in exquisite clothes walked out of it, followed by a gray-clothed officer wearing a military cap.
"Hey, Yas..."
The recruits climbed out of the trench under the gaze of their colleagues, stood up straight, and looked at the slowly approaching enemy.
He did not raise his gun.
He looked at the gray-clothed officer, who looked familiar, but couldn't remember it after thinking about it... Ten days may not be enough to remember a person, but it is enough for him to remember the temperament of a group.
The elf lieutenant looked at the centurion who had climbed out of the trench. The centurion was wearing a dirty and somewhat blackened white military uniform, with his magic rifle hanging low, and smiled with relief.
The recruit soon realized what the lieutenant's smile meant.
"I am the adjutant of the commander-in-chief of the Third Vanguard. My vanguard is about to retreat, and some supplies will remain in place. Please do not attack when we retreat. Please prepare your army to receive the remaining supplies."
The war is over.
They were all freed from the torment of thinking about how they should die.