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The Third 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, thousands of thousands of deaths were received. Countless names were struck out with red strokes on the pages of the paper and then spread to them. Remote hometown.

Those messengers dressed in black brought sturdy military satchels and delivered the unknown white envelopes to the dazed parents, greeted by tears of sadness.

Tears fell drop by drop on the unfolded letter paper, moisturizing the formula text printed in ink, only the column of the name was hurriedly written with a pen, inadvertently, maybe useless for a second, but this represents a young man His life is gone.

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 very 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.

Thousands of soldiers repaired here in the barracks in the city, many of them were 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 to the smugness and enthusiasm and excitement on his face at the beginning of the war, his face at the moment only has a numb and dim look.

When he came to a corner of the camp, he was about to hit his hands full of stains under the water. 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 was erected aside.

‘The well has been poisoned! ’

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

"Damn it!" He snorted, then recalled the situation these days.

This is not the first well head to be poisoned, and the 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, then keep killing until the other party is 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 recounted the experience left by the ancestors. .

Conquering a country and nation has always been difficult, 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 such methods. In their hearts, the civilians and livestock of these enemy countries are not much different.

"Stupid, dull, unwilling to surrender!"

The people above can hardly understand such a situation, because such a situation has never happened in the past conquests. As long as the opponent's large forces are defeated, many small cities and villages will fall under the wind, and they can send some people to receive them at will.

But now the expedition seems to have entered a quagmire, no matter what you do, you will feel a kind of resistance, and 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.

When seeing soldiers of the Empire passing by, the woman would whisper in the child's ear.

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

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

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

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

He said this to himself in his heart, but he also 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 dreamed that those killed Crancias came to his bed and demanded his life, just like the mercury dynasty recorded in history.

What a disgusting feeling.

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

"What's the matter, Lige, are you looking for the water? Come here."

A slightly tall and strong soldier came, wearing a scale armor covering his chest and back, and a gray and black broken cloak behind him. At this moment, he was holding a steel halberd.

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

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 were still a lot of people in front of them, the two of them waited on the sidelines for the time being, and they started chatting.

"There seems to be bad news coming from the front. The entire legion led by a certain viscount has been wiped out on the battlefield."

"Oh, 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 Canghong Empire, deserters on the battlefield are the most humiliating reputation. Such people can laugh and abuse loudly even beggars on the street. If the opponent wants to resist, they will incur various attacks.

The empire was built on military merits, and deserters and cowards were 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.

The nobles who pay attention to fame and glory are even more so. Many nobles naturally believe that the battlefield is glorious, even if they fail to win, they cannot be a deserted soldier.

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

If, if there were 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.

It is a pity that 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 such thoughts in mind, the emperor started a new round of conscription after discussing with many great nobles.

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

After witnessing the blood-staining process of the blade, many nobles and imperial soldiers on the front line gradually realized what a group of terrifying opponents this was.

They seem to have almost fanatical beliefs, fearless to death, strict discipline, and unrelenting, standing on the ground like steel pillars, and every step forward will encounter layers of obstacles.

Recalling 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.

And the more feared, the more united within the empire, more and more conscripts were patrolling 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 continue in this protracted war. .

Based on 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, and if such a thing happens, the land, wealth, resources, etc. of many nobles will 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 was impossible for these nobles to give up the benefits and land they obtained. 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 is probably the season when dandelions are in full bloom. Yuna from the neighboring village often comes to pick wild vegetables near our village with her mother at this time." Lige slightly blocked the sky with his arm. Sun.

"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.

"Heh, 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 warrior has now led the army to victory on the flank, and the emperor has also 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 hit the water and dealt with 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, gradually fading from the initial frenzy and becoming silent, and the blood that they see every day, the fallen companions , All stimulate the 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 successive severe blows and tortures, the empire’s offensive slowed down. More and more frontline nobles began to defend themselves wisely and fight passively. They were more inclined to occupy and defend instead of swiftly attacking.

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

The capital of the Canghong Empire, Titiania.

Another huge wedding is being held 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 born.

Realizing that such a combination of power is inevitable, the emperor did not forcefully stop it, but instead joined it, selecting aristocrats 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 great 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, the noble girl who repeatedly won the second place in the Winter Festival Gala.

Compared to 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, matched with the red rose on the side of her ears, with a mature temperament.

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

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

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

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

When a big man occasionally laughs at himself, you must not agree at will. If you think you are agreeing, you may be mistaken for offending, 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 great noble family, she is alone, without brothers or sisters, and relatives from far away want to come over to fight for the family property. Intrigues have consumed her a lot of energy. So that her development is not smooth.

When I look back again, the teenager who defeated her in the school and left her with hatred has grown into a famous 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 intentionally brought her to marry that Dulce, because she was the only daughter of this generation of Viscount Yanfalco. After marrying Dulce, Dulce could 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 resentful, but if this man becomes her husband, such qualities in her body will make people feel at ease.

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

Her age is no longer young. Although the transcendents age more slowly than ordinary people, among the nobles, it is already very late to get married at this time. I am afraid that com will only be able to find divorced objects no matter how late it is.

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.

Not wanting the reality to be so bizarre and unexpected, the pair finally came together.

"Then, the wedding celebration officially begins~"

In Titaniya, there were flowers and music. In the midst of the stagnation and relaxation of 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 also greatly stimulated those young people in the country who have not yet joined the army, and in the new round of conscription, encourage more young people to join this glorious expedition, and once again add a bargaining chip to the balance.

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

Was it the dawn of victory in the overweight stacks, or did it collapse and fall apart due to the inability to withstand the heavy stacks?

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