Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

The recruits looked at the long battle line facing each other in the distance and exhaled a breath of white air. The atomized water vapor disappeared invisibly in the blink of an eye.

The autumn wind is bleak and the green leaves are withering.

The weather is getting colder.

The damp cold wind was so cold that it penetrated into their bones through their relatively thick military uniforms.

He knew when this war would end.

He only knew that he had to confront the enemy here.

On the low wall made of clay in the distance, there are several guards patrolling the wall with magic rifles. They are alert to the local civilization garrison in the distance that may launch an attack on the camp at any time.

Their clothes did not thicken or change at all, and the recruits could occasionally see a gust of cold wind blowing through them and shiver.

They faced each other across an open area of ​​400 meters.

It seems like it has been twenty days since they left those guys, those ten days of quick training.

He was appointed Centurion/꿗Captain.

It seems that they noticed that the weapons gifted to him were hanging on his waist, so they directly appointed the new soldier as a centurion - he should have been a new soldier.

The veteran was once a centurion, so he should be able to catch up with the veteran - the veteran who was missing an arm has now become his deputy.

Recruits know that their time as a recruit has affected their entire lives.

Present continuous tense.

He was actually vaguely aware that he was being used as a consumable, as a shield to block the enemy.

No one had any complaints. Before that, they were even worthy of their status as shields, which was much better than the straw that was about to be crushed under the rotating wheels.

With that crisp sound, the front collapsed.

This feels a little better, really.

They are now able to confront the enemy on two fronts here, which is all the credit of those outsiders. They hid in the trenches opposite where they were taught to dig, and dug the trenches step by step. These two-meter-deep tunnels can effectively avoid light that leaves an unpleasant smell after passing through the air.

Chang Heng taught them nothing else.

Ten days of training were only enough for them to learn how to dig trenches and shoot rifles, nothing more. The hundreds of soldiers who completed the training became the elite of the team.

Just teaching others how to load and shoot normally would waste a lot of time.

With the magic rifles distributed, they could finally engage in normal shooting with the enemy.

At least he felt that his current death was meaningful - but he really wanted to return to his hometown and collect the unharvested autumn wheat and put it in the barn.

And 놊 is here holding a magic rifle to confront the enemy.

"Here, hot tea,"

The veteran carried a pot of hot tea in one hand and walked to the dug trench with his body low.

"Thanks, we have the right number of people on patrol today."

The recruit looked at the city wall in the distance and squinted his eyes slightly to see more clearly. He realized that today's patrols were only about one-fifth of those in the past.

Only a few soldiers maintained basic patrols.

Today's enemy patrols have not yet appeared. Abnormality often means stability, and stability means risk.

There is a risk that someone will die.

What happened? Are they going to launch a general attack?

Or are they doing something?

The recruit clenched the rifle in his hand, feeling uneasy. He was already a centurion and was responsible for the lives of a hundred soldiers under his command.

"Maybe it was those people who launched the attack. I'm sure I'll notify each team to prepare for war later."

The veteran was not surprised at all. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He dug out a piece of wood with some residual warmth from the pile of 뇾 that had not been completely extinguished on the ground to keep him warm.

The remaining heat lights the cigarette.

The recruit frowned slightly.

"Stop smoking that cigarette. I heard those people say that if you smoke too much, you will live longer."

The veteran shrugged.

"I know I still have a few good days in my life, but I want to deprive me of so much fun."

They discussed the possibility of the enemy reducing patrols.

Until an iron-gray floating ship landed from the sky.

There was a lot of discussion in the trenches. It was the first time for many people to see this kind of ship that could fly in the sky. Some knowledgeable people gave them science knowledge. These aerostats were the ships used by those who helped them repel the invaders. .

"One ship? What do they want to do?"

The recruits looked at the aerospace ship slowly descending from the clouds, and slowly landed on the ground under the gaze of everyone on the battle line.

There was no counterattack or attack, and the floating ship landed safely on the ground.

The sight of the infantrymen who disappeared into the trenches was clear.

The door in front of the camp opened for a long time, and an elegantly dressed elf walked out, accompanied by an officer in gray wearing a military hat.

"Hey, Yas..."

Under the gaze of his colleagues, the recruit climbed out of the trench, stood up straight, and looked at the slowly approaching enemy.

He didn't raise his gun.

He looked at the gray-clothed officer, who seemed familiar, but thought about it again... Ten days was enough to remember a person, but it was enough for him to remember the temperament of a group.

The elf adjutant looked at the centurion who climbed out of the trench. The centurion was wearing a dirty and blackened white military uniform, with his magic rifle lowered, and showed a relieved smile.

The recruit quickly realized what the adjutant's smile meant.

"I am the adjutant of the commander-in-chief of the Third Advance Team. My advance team is about to retreat, and some supplies will remain in place. Please launch an attack when we retreat, and please prepare to receive the remaining supplies."

The war is over.

They were all freed from the torment of thinking about how they should die.