Life as a mercenary turned into a girl is a bit difficult

Do not……

"Former Major Commander of the Third Green Valley City Guards Regiment..."

wrong!

"Meng Guangji, the defender of the North City of Green Valley City..."

not you!

"It was me who made the plan to contact the nomads, and I used my status as the major leader to coerce others into action..."

How could it be you...

Han Nianling still didn't know the truth... Her hands hidden in her sleeves clenched her fists tightly. She almost shouted to stop, but in the end her reason firmly controlled her body. Being a hated deserter was the smallest price to pay. The sadness of the death of his relatives and the pain of his home being destroyed, when he, as an officer, drove his car to crush the fleeing people, it was turned into hatred by the survivors and was placed on his head, including Han Nianling's share. , there is nothing wrong with this, this is the sin he should bear.

He who survived to this day deserves to die, he should have died long ago... But what about those people?What about those who dream big dreams and collude with nomads?Hiding behind the hunched and withered figure, there were people feeling happy, guilty, angry, and confused, but other than that, no one followed him forward... This time, he blocked everyone behind him...

"Major..."

After pondering for a while, Yang Xuan glanced at the overly quiet crowd below, then lowered his head and met the old man's cloudy eyes. After appraising his military rank, he saluted him.

"Take it away..."

After saying this, he turned around and walked off the stage without looking back. His mission was completed and everything here had nothing to do with him anymore.

Volume [-]: War in the North

Chapter 1 Another day

The roaring sound in the sky gradually faded away, and the continuous explosions and vibrations had not reached this dark and narrow air-raid shelter for a long time. When the tinnitus subsided, the people squatting by the wall could only hear each other's breathing and breathing. Sobs coming from nowhere.

I don’t know how long it took for the people to hear the clear bell that had been waiting for them outside the closed iron door. The crowd like wooden sculptures finally began to take action. They stood up one by one and lined up in an orderly manner along the edge according to the distance from the exit. Walking up the steps to the outside of the air raid shelter.

"The bombing has stopped, let's go out." Shitou stood up and patted the dust on his body, picked up the shovel and broom at hand and pushed the girl sitting aside with her head buried in the crook of her arms.

"Yes." The girl obediently held the corner of the stone and followed the team out of the air-raid shelter. The sparse pedestrians on the street gathered again. They did not panic or cry. Indifference and numbness are the behaviors that should be shown at this moment. People I have long been accustomed to this kind of life. Since I am still alive, I should continue to do what I should do. The episode just now just added a few more bomb craters to this already devastated small city... and a few unlucky people.

"Quick! All the cleaning teams move on! Fill the craters on the road! This road must be opened to traffic within 10 minutes!"

The man in military uniform stood on the hill made of rubble and shouted loudly to the large crowd who had just emerged from the air raid shelter. He waved the triangular flag and pistol in his hands vigorously.

"Xiao Jing, please go back first. Aren't you also very busy over there?"

No one is idle in this city. The boys help clean up the ruins. The girls also have to look after the wounded and do chores such as washing and cooking. The reason why Xiaojing is here is just to visit her while she is away from work. This makes Shi Shi's chest A strange and familiar feeling arose. At first, it was just to understand the verbal promise given by the south, but now the two of them really feel like brothers and sisters, but Shi Shi doesn't hate this feeling.

Members of the cleaning team wearing armbands picked up tools to continue the work that had been terminated due to the bombing, and Shitou was one of them.

He is one of the teenage volunteers participating in the cleaning work. Of course, this is true for all boys in the orphanage. Although participation is semi-mandatory, he is not dissatisfied because the local government provides free street cleaning volunteers. His three meals a day are much better than the food in the orphanage, and not only that, they also have extra canned and dry food. In addition to the share that is handed over to the orphanage, he can keep part of it for himself.

He would not eat his entire share on the same day just to satisfy his hunger like other children. Instead, he carefully saved his savings and even roped in his only friend A Ming. After becoming a volunteer, he had already accumulated a share of Considerable reserves.

"Damn it, damn northerners, damn the Republic..." Noisy voices gathered around the ruins. Most of them were cursing and condemning the previous bombings. They were also dissatisfied with the bombing stones above their heads from time to time, but they were Not out of any stance on the war, just because he was being bombed.

He has long forgotten which country he is from and where his hometown is. There are too many war orphans like him. He just kept fleeing everywhere to avoid the war, and then he was sent to this home by the locals because of a missed theft. In the orphanage, the peaceful life did not last long before the war spread here.

People used hammers and crowbars to smash large pieces of ruins into small pieces that were easy to transport. Young volunteers such as Shitou worked in pairs pushing the distributed wheelbarrows to pour these small pieces of gravel into every pothole and hole in the road. Filling in cracks.

"Amin! This way!"

Soon Shitou found his partner. Seeing the other person standing under the street sign and looking around, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because the bombing came suddenly, Shitou, who temporarily left the team to see Xiaojing, did not have time to hide with his partner. In the same air-raid shelter, Amin had no other problems except that he was covered with a layer of dust... At least he wouldn't have to do the work of pushing the cart alone.

"Stone!"

Hearing Shitou's greeting, A Ming immediately turned around and ran over quickly, but the excited look on Shitou's face made Shitou a little curious. After experiencing so much, the aftermath of a small-scale bombing should not be enough. For his partner to behave like this, there is probably some other news.

"You...you definitely don't know what I saw! You definitely don't know what I saw..."

The first syllable that was too loud was obviously due to excitement and he couldn't hold it back, but he soon noticed this and paused for a while. He swallowed the emotion and saliva into his dry throat and then spoke in a very low voice. Beside Shitou, he couldn't help but repeat the words again in excitement.

Shitou did not answer, but continued to push the cart forward. As expected, Amin continued without hesitation or pause: "Yes, it is a witch. I saw the real witch! She was in the air-raid shelter where I was hiding!"

"Oh? She sat obediently next to you to avoid the bombing and didn't kill everyone in the air-raid shelter on the spot?"

"What are you talking about? Why did the witch of Saint Martí kill the civilians of Saint Martí..." Shi Shi's understatement made Amin stunned for a moment, and then an impatient blush appeared on his face, "You don't believe me? This is Really! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"The depths of that air-raid shelter are usually not allowed to go in, but this time there were too many people hiding in... I was pushed to the edge of the cordon in the depths. There were many, many soldiers there... They didn't let others get close. But I, I was squeezed past, and then I saw a very big glass jar, filled with transparent liquid, and then covered with an orange oilcloth..."

In his anxiety, Amin's description was hurried and somewhat incoherent, but Shitou still understood what the other party meant. Whether it was true or false, it was quite interesting to listen to it purely as a story.

"Hey! You two over there, don't be lazy!"

"Come, come!"

A Ming was startled when his description was interrupted. He quickly agreed and then looked around to make sure that his words had not been heard by the third party. Then he hurriedly urged the stone cart to move forward. The adults unceremoniously loaded the cart. It was full until piles of gravel kept sliding off the car. Although it was children's work, it was no easier than the work of adults.

While one person was pushing the little broken car, Amin couldn't help but continue the previous description: "At this moment, a bomb happened to fall not far from the entrance of the air-raid shelter, and the air wave that rushed in happened to blow the oilcloth. After opening a corner, I saw that the glass jar contained a girl with snow-white hair and snow-white skin... Although it only changed back in an instant, I could see it clearly!"

A Ming categorically guaranteed the credibility of his description. In fact, Shitou couldn't help but believe half of it, because his partner's storytelling skills were really bad, and he could tell a reasonably smooth story without any lags. The story is impossible.

"It's just that before I could react, an officer suddenly grabbed me by the collar and threw me behind the cordon." A Ming said, covering one eye with his hand and making a ferocious expression, "That officer was very, very fierce. He also wears a black eyepatch on his left eye..."

"Watch the road! Get to work!"

Just when A Ming started to imitate, a loud scolding came from in front of the two of them. The suddenness made both of them tremble. When they looked up, they saw an officer in a long military uniform glaring fiercely. Between them, there was a black eyepatch over his left eye.

"I……"

A Ming was so frightened that he stood at a loss. Shitou reacted very quickly and kicked him hard. Then he used his best strength to drag the cart and A Ming away quickly. After walking dozens of steps, he Then he quietly turned back to confirm that the other party had not followed... Fortunately, the conversation between them should not have been heard.

"It's... it's him... it's really him..." A Ming's voice trembled when he came back to his senses, "He probably didn't hear it..."

"If we really hear it, we won't be able to get here. You are not allowed to mention this matter to anyone again."

Witch, that is the highest-level humanoid weapon in each country. In order to protect this secret, there was no problem in killing two of their orphanage volunteers. Shitou recalled the rank mark on the officer's shoulder while pushing the cart. According to the Holy Horse Ty's military rank classification for this officer should be: "Lieutenant Colonel... two levels higher than the highest-ranking Bursar in town..."

Is the legendary witch transported by the Lieutenant Colonel himself... prepared to be sent to the front line to join the war?

This town is just one of many nodes on the logistics line, and is still some distance away from the front line. However, the continuous escalation of the war has made Shitou feel more and more urgent, although the propaganda has been claiming that the San Martí Union has gained an advantage on the battlefield. , but what he saw in this small town were the wounded who were constantly being sent down from the front line. The overcrowded people could not accept them, and they could only be placed on both sides of the unattended streets to wait to die.

Sooner or later, this place will become part of the battlefield. The front line cannot hold out for long and will continue to move south. This is why Shitou keeps accumulating supplies. He has seen the cruelty of the battlefield and knows very well how unbearable hunger is on the way to escape. .

I, Xiao Jing, and A Ming... continue to go south to the next town. Isn't there a neutral country in the south?When the time comes, I'll find a way to sneak across. Xiaojing's hometown seems to be there, and she might be able to be properly resettled using her national identity...

The sun sets on the other side of the mountain, and a little bit of the afterglow is gradually dispersed by the star curtain. The bell in the center of the square is rang. The busy and tired day has come to an end. The silent crowds are flocking to the steaming and warm place. The aroma gathering area is one of the few places where they can rest their tired bodies and souls.

Chapter 2 Next steps

Nothing happened all night. Except for the roars of beasts in the depths of the jungle and the fluttering wings of frightened birds, the jungle was as peaceful as death. It seemed that Ofanto had no intention of hunting them down in this forest.

"Continue to go north from here. Go due north for about five or six kilometers and you will see a dirt road. If you continue along the dirt road to the northeast, you will encounter the first town..." Buton said as he spoke. I took out a hand-drawn map from the cluttered storage box. This map, which had been stored for an unknown period of time, was covered with broken creases. The ink marks in many places were blurred. Perhaps it had been too long. There may be errors or omissions in the relationship.

But this is extremely important to Hiiragi who knows nothing about this land. A map is the most direct way to understand this area.

"Don't worry about the Ofanto government. That underground base is the First Prince's personal secret. Everything that happens there will be kept strictly confidential. As long as we successfully escape, we will be safe." The silence last night gave Buton some confidence. It is much easier to take action when the opponent's hands are tied.

"how about you?"

Buton's explanation obviously meant to separate. As expected, Buton fell silent after Hiiragi asked. After a moment, he slowly lowered his head and looked into Hiiragi's eyes and said seriously and firmly: "There must be other futures." If the captured tribesmen are living outside, I will find them and contact other autonomous territories... and then find a way to rescue those captured tribesmen."

"We can also help with this matter." Hiiragi said sincerely, "After all, that is the only way we know how to return to the Southern Federation."

"This is exactly what I want to get rid of you." After the map, Bouton handed Hiiragi Jing another letter, "Our strength alone cannot compete with the power of the First Prince. I need you to send this letter The letter was handed into the hands of a bartender named Mann in that small town."

"Who is he?"

"I do not know either."

I originally thought this was Buton's backhand, but I didn't expect the other party to give such a reply. Hiiragi, who thought she had heard wrongly, looked at the other party with an inexplicable expression. Buton continued to shake his head: "I guess: He should be Northerners, people from the Promotion Association..."

Promotion meeting?

As soon as this somewhat impressive term landed in Hiiragi's mind, fragments of memories about it immediately emerged. It seemed to be the northern force that was at war with Ofantuo. Could it be that Buton wanted to...

"We are too weak. It is difficult to destroy that well-defended military base without external help..." Sure enough, Bouton planned to treat the advancement meeting as foreign aid like Hiiragi Jing. It is not surprising that after being attacked by Ofanto After the betrayal, Buton may have completely regarded Ofanto as an enemy.

Tightly guarded... Hiiragi subconsciously glanced at the tyrant on the side. Even this notorious witch had to take the initiative to escape from there. There was no doubt what Buton said.

"What if he isn't? Even if he is, why should he help us?"

"If you don't come back here immediately, we will consider it in the long term. If it does, it will be easy. The front line has been in stalemate for many years. The advancement should be happy to reach a cooperative relationship with the people of the dense forest in the south of Ofanto... No matter whether we talk about it in the end or not. I will go to the town to meet you in five days."

This was the most thorough consideration within his capabilities. In fact, they still had a layer of leverage but Buton did not point it out, and Hiiragi also understood that this was Buton giving her the right to choose. After checking the time and plan, Buton turned around and disappeared into the vast forest behind him without hesitation.

Ruoxiang suddenly tugged on the corner of her clothes. After a moment of silence, Hiiragi handed her the work permit she had used when he was in Changming City: "I'll leave this to you for safekeeping. If you can go back smoothly, I'll find him." There are no relatives, as for placement... A hasty burial will only be dug up by the beasts with a keen sense of smell in the jungle, so the body can only be cremated into ashes... The rivers here run from north to south, and most of them are tributaries that merge into the NC river. Let him go home first..."

Seeing Ruoxiang's eyes gradually turning red, Hiiragi stopped saying anything. After calming down, she turned to look at the tyrant: "Well, what are your plans...tyrant...tyrant?"

Hiiragi regretted it as soon as he asked the question. The title of tyrant was a code name obtained by humans, not the real name of the witch, and this unpleasant code name obviously did not contain praise.

"Are you asking me?" The tyrant turned his head and frowned slightly. Although he didn't like this title, he was not really angry, "...Irene Aphrodite... You can call me Irene... …”

"It's a very, very beautiful name." The tyrant was in such a gentle and calm mood that Hiiragi didn't know how to reply for a moment and could only praise awkwardly. It wasn't enough to praise him, but he meant it sincerely. At least it was better than the name she randomly picked up from the dictionary. More, but the contrast between this delicate name and the style of the tyrant himself is too great. Do you really want to consider using the code name "Tyrant" as a name?

"No, this is not my name...it's just because I only remembered this name when I woke up." The tyrant who called himself Irene replied seriously, "I will act with you for the time being. Maybe I can remember it in this Orfanto Something, I will come back when I recover... to get what is rightfully mine."

Hiiragi only heard one key point from the whole sentence: act together.She was in a complicated mood and didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or thankful for a moment. The embarrassment was naturally because people were always frightened when such a witch was by their side. The thankful thing was that in this strange environment, a powerful team member knew how to do it. Very reassuring.

If it was just her and Ruoxiang, the next trip would undoubtedly be extremely dangerous. Ruoxiang's voice didn't know when it would recover, and she... had even more problems. She could vaguely feel it since what happened yesterday. The strange black liquid under her skin was swimming slowly and weakly. It was impossible not to be afraid. No matter how you looked at it, that unsettling appearance was a very bad thing. If it existed in the body, it seemed that it would be destroyed at any time. Detonated time bomb.

What on earth are those?Why did his frequent physical examinations when he was in the Newborn City show no problems? Could it be that he contracted a strange disease while traveling underground like Hirakura?Some kind of mutated parasite?But why can they block explosions and monster attacks?

Hiiragi really wanted to take a closer look at the appearance of those things, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't summon them again like yesterday, so finding a well-trained doctor was one of the most urgent things at the moment.

The lack of reference, dark light, and vast forest can easily make people lose their way, but this is not difficult for Bao...Irene. Hiiragi Jing and Ruoxiang soon opened their eyes for a while. They witnessed Irene with their own eyes. How to wrap the body and the sickle in a cloud of black smoke and then fly along the tree trunk to the top of the canopy more than 100 meters above the ground to confirm the position.

Reijiu's electric current, Ruoxiang's words, and Irene's black smoke... The more I get to know Hiiragi Jing, the more I feel that there are too many unknowns about the witch.

The distance of five or six kilometers is not that far, but it seems particularly long when you are in this dense forest. From the morning until almost noon, several people finally saw Bouton in the gap among the vegetation not far ahead. Talk about dirt roads.

The potholed dirt road is full of large and small puddles. If you want to avoid being splashed with mud, you only need to walk on a short path on the edge of the dirt road. However, this section of the road is unexpectedly busy. Those traces imprinted in the mud There are many: human footprints, animal tracks, and two obviously sunken ruts.

Will I run into other people if I keep going like this?

As soon as he thought about this, there was a faint sound of bells at the end of the sight of the dirt road. Hiiragi Jing, who was wary in his heart, immediately led Ruoxiang and Irene to hide in the dense forest. The so-called first prince did not dare to have any A big move doesn't mean they will do nothing, and soon they saw the source of the ringing sound.

It was a team of more than a dozen people, wearing rough-stitched cloth or animal skins. At the end of the team, they were leading a few camels carrying a lot of luggage, and the ringing sound came from the neck of the leading camel. There are not many teams in the Federation that migrate with their families due to the invasion of mutant beasts or pollution, but what is strange is that both people's clothes and the fur of camels are covered with strange symbols drawn in red paint that seem to have been seen somewhere. Although the color has long been dimmed due to oxidation, it is still very conspicuous from a distance.

As the team marched closer, she could clearly hear that these people seemed to be muttering something silently. She tried hard to distinguish the content, but the too vague and confusing sounds fell into her ears like flies. There's no difference in the way it lingers.

After the team had gone far away, Hiiragi returned to the dirt road. Looking at their backs, Hiiragi had only one thought left in his mind - religion.

This word has no meaning in the Southern Federation. It is almost equivalent to the definition of a cult. Once it appears, it will be wiped out by the local government, but what about in Ofanto?What about the religious environment here?

Who cares... I didn't want to go into details but continued to follow the established route to the town that Buton mentioned. The next second, Hiei Jing's footsteps suddenly stopped, and then she turned around and looked behind her. The team just now was there. Hiiragi's back had long since disappeared into the distance, but she was still staring at the end of the dirt road. It wasn't until Ruoxiang tugged at her sleeve that she came back to her senses.

Maybe she remembered it wrong... Hiiragi Jing squeezed her heart to calm her trembling mind again, because at that moment she suddenly felt that those runes were different from those she saw in the dense forest of the reclamation camp. The red runes worshiped by mutants are somewhat similar...

Chapter 3 Crashing

The town of Vibus is located at the junction of the Princely Territory and the Dominion. It is an important hub for exchanges and trade between Orfanto and the Jungle Autonomous People. The river from north to south divides into two circles in front of the hills it passes and then converges, forming a circle. The small town is located on the plain area on the left bank of the island in the center of the river. There is only one bridge connecting the two places.

There is a rough introduction on the back of the map given by Bouton: the name of the town comes from Wibsburg on the mountain. It was a planting estate of the South Austrian nobles before the war. It was once a famous local grain and wine brewing place and Attractions.

Plantation estate?Wibsburg?Hiiragi's eyes couldn't help but fall on the top of the hill on Hexin Island. A complete ancient castle building was standing there quietly. In Hieragi's impression, buildings like this could only be seen on stamps and travel guides. If Unless it's the end of the world, this place will definitely be a favorite tourist destination for travelers from all over the world.

"The guards are very tight..."

Contrary to Hiiragi's gaze, Irene focused on the area at the foot of the mountain. Tall logs were juxtaposed to form a wall surrounding the island in the middle of the river. Barbed wire fences, sentries, deer villages, horse-proofing and other fortifications were all available. , compared to the size of the town, the density of these fortifications seems a bit overwhelming.

Teams entering and leaving the town are very frequent, and most of them are autonomous citizens who drive their livestock here to sell mountain furs. The three people observing the town from a distance did not approach rashly. This is the closest human stronghold to the underground military base. In name, It is jointly governed by the residents of the Dominion and Ofanto, but in essence it is governed by administrative officials affiliated with the First Prince.

There was no search in the mountains and forests last night, but that doesn't mean that Ofanto didn't do anything. The best way is to arrange for personnel to conduct secret searches in the surrounding human settlements, and trust them in the underground facility full of cameras. The appearance of the group is no longer a secret.

To be on the safe side, Hiei Jing waited from noon until it got dark before taking action. At this time, the gate of the town had already been closed. The caravans who had no time to enter could only set up tents and raise bonfires in the open space outside the wall to prepare for the night. The livestock were imprisoned outside the temporary residence. They were the best bait to attract possible predators. The rich fishy smell made the three people who sneaked close couldn't help but pinch their noses.

Under the cover of the herd and tents, the three of them successfully arrived at the base of the wall. Looking at the sharpened log wall and barbed wire above their heads, they looked at Irene quietly.

"Um... Eileen, can you sneak in?" Hiei Jing quickly added, fearing that the other party might misunderstand, "It's not like killing everyone."

After hearing this, Eileen visually inspected the log wall with a height of four to five meters and nodded gently: "Okay."

Before Hiiragi Jing could speak, Irene had already taken out the bloody sickle from the black smoke at her hand and slashed it towards the wall. Then a smooth cut in the middle of a log opened a suitably sized entrance for the three of them. The process only lasted a moment, and there was no sound that alerted the sentry. By the time Hiiragi Jing could react, the tyrant had already entered the wall through the gap.

So... so skillful...