"At dawn, you passed by the morning dew with your wounds.
Tired and exhausted.
The sun shines indifferently on your wounds.
The meaning ahead is not entirely clear.
I don’t know how long this road is. "1
What is the concept of death and sacrifice in war? From ancient times to the present, countless poems have tried their best to express it to us. Regrettably but naturally, the vast majority of poetry focuses on heroes and leaders. Even epic stories with tragic themes as the main theme often use dramatic conflicts and romanticized descriptions, making these The outstanding heroes of the era died gloriously.
The death of little people, the death of ordinary people and ordinary soldiers in a war or a period of history, seems to have always been in the blind spot of people's sight.
Everyone only cares about the most shining few people, while the other thousands of ordinary faces that are not outstanding are like the background that no one cares about:
They are quiet, but not because they are silent. They were shouting with their mouths wide open, they were roaring, they were roaring, and they were vigorously waving their weapons. But their voices were not heard, and their words were blown away by the wind. They are just the background cloth in the epic mural to set off the very few outstanding characters. Their lives, their emotions, how they lived and how they died are all the same.
No one cares.
We have said in the story a long time ago that the world has never been fair.
No matter where they are, due to differences in origin, appearance, wealth, power, and even social skills, two people doing the same thing are likely to have completely different processes and very different results.
In this regard, our little Mila is lucky.
She met a reliable mentor in this turbulent era. Whether it was the skills needed for survival or the way of thinking in the future, Bai's Luoan girl had the best educational template. The achievements she can achieve in the foreseeable future are far beyond those of others, but it is just as Henry said when the two first met: there are too many examples like hers.
Mira has her own merits, that's for sure. However, due to the limitations of her vision and knowledge limited by her birth, if she had not met Henry, she would still be unyielding. With no way to go, she would only sink day by day. Maybe one day she would lose her fighting spirit and become An ordinary mortal among the masses.
This is exactly the true experience of countless ordinary people in the Battle of Nella Forest, or this entire war, as well as other wars that have been going on intermittently since thousands of years ago:
They don't know the skills of swordsmanship, and they don't own any high-quality swords. The only way they knew how to fight was to block and counterattack, attacking their opponents with spears, pitchforks, axes and sticks until they could no longer fight back.
They are illiterate and cannot speak several languages like Mira. They cannot see the long term because just surviving is so difficult.
They were hungry and had been away from their homes since the war began, with nothing but the small pots and various weapons and equipment they carried. They had to pick berries and hunt by themselves, and even so, even the food had to be conscripted by the lord.
They are the background of epic works. They are ordinary people among all living beings that no one will pay attention to. They are a number that is brushed aside when casualties are counted on the battlefield.
"The death toll in such-and-such battle was 10,000."
No one will have any real sense of this number. Ten thousand people died. Yes, yes, ten thousand people died. So what happens next?
Will anyone care?
Even if you care, what can you do?
The voices that have not been noticed by people, the details in the historical trend, sometimes in the end, determine the turning point of important processes.
On the last day of July in the year 192 of the Avenela calendar, mist emerged from all directions again, heralding the Northern Army's final surprise attack on the Confederate Army. Having been stuck at the entrance to the Dordogne for ten days, both the nobles and soldiers in the south were exhausted and fed up with this. Their drive to win consecutive battles fell into this stasis after being blocked. In the war of attrition, although the casualties were extremely low, morale was rapidly depleted.
The sparse arrows once again attacked the mist. Due to the lack of food and the fact that they had missed it several times before, in the end they just had to wait a hundred or two hundred meters to retrieve the arrows after the mist cleared. This is an extreme lack of motivation.
But this time, when the arrow fell, something was different.
It was no longer the almost inaudible sound of falling into the soil, but a clear "snatching" sound that echoed on the empty plain.
The sound of arrows hitting wood was heard by the Confederate militiamen at the vanguard who noticed all this. However, due to the lack of an effective military management system and the fatigue and confusion they had experienced for many days, they were just as aimless as headless flies for a while. Running around, no one knew what to do.
It wasn't until the army in the fog approached a distance of fifty meters, and the dense footsteps could be heard by everyone on the front line, that the decadent forwards of the Southern Alliance Army, in panic and panic, reacted half a beat later, and started Pick up a variety of weapons and prepare for the attack.
Everything that seems ridiculous is actually an attempt to take advantage of human weakness.
The Confederate Army was a ragtag group of people. They did not possess any professionalism or real sense of vigilance. Therefore, when the fog composed of magic appeared again and again, they also experienced from shock to confusion, and then from confusion to confusion. to fear, and finally to numbness.
"Even a counterattack is just against the air, which is meaningless." Henry carefully calculated the timing and spent ten days waiting for the two cavalry to return to reinforcements and the arrival of new reinforcements from the Dordogne behind. , so that the militiamen of the Confederate Army became accustomed to the existence of fog.
The enemy may or may not appear, the lack of food and the uncertainty of the timing, the frustration of being teased unilaterally, all factors together led to the extremely low morale of this army, and Ahibern II The reaction to this is anxiety and impatience.
His already low reputation among the people was almost reduced to the level of disgust at this time. People were just afraid of the power and did not dare to raise it. But this was not the most serious matter. Ashberon II's behavior of arbitrarily executing nobles brought The only people who might still be on the same side as him were forced to waver.
After all, if Edward becomes king, they will only be challenged by the interests of the family, but with Ashberon II, they may lose their own heads.
At this point, the war no longer needs any slogans. The archers at the forefront of the taut Confederate Army attacked their opponents, but the fog stayed fifty meters away, and the Northern Army no longer clicked this time. Until then.
They rushed over, and their numbers were much larger than previously expected. The thousands of people holding shields and various assorted weapons were all lower-level mercenaries. They came from the Ecasta Plains and retreated inside. After pulling the forest close enough to send a message to Dordogne, Edward spent money to hire a large number of mercenaries.
This is capital that he owns but Ahibern II does not. The northern part of Avenella, which has opened up to commerce, has far more wealth than the southern part. The merchants from the southern city-state alliance are bargaining with the mercenaries for this item. The experience in the matter also made this matter a matter of course.
The southern militias began to retreat, and more troops emerged from other places. The symbol of the Holy White Knight raised high again in the fog had been equated with the invincible ghost in just ten days, and in Under their leadership, the Union Army fanned out and outflanked the front half of the Confederate Army.
Chaos dominated this army with low morale. They were separated from the main force led by Ashberon II in the second half and were helpless. They were easily defeated by this army of more than 5,000 people under the command of Archduke Leski. The army was surrounded.
The main force of the Yugoslav Army noticed all this. Although they lacked experience in large-scale wars, they still knew that this was the opponent's no longer planning. They used guerrilla warfare and delaying tactics. It is true that they can preserve their strength, but in the end they have to win a critical victory. We still have to rely on frontal impact.
Ashberon II.
Laughed.
As we said before, although he is headstrong, he is not actually stupid.
It had been delayed for ten days, and there was no reason for him not to notice the strange way the Northern Army was trying to avoid its edge. Although the resistance of the other party would become fierce once it tried to advance, it needed to rely on the fog as a cover. This was enough to prove that the Northern Army There are no troops capable of a frontal attack.
But he still stayed. This was not calmness and restraint, but outright madness and hatred.
Youdao means deep love and deep hatred. When Edward, his favorite son and the best successor in his mind, raised a banner to resist him, Ashebourne II felt betrayed in his heart. Pain and anger that no one can understand just kill him? No, this is far from enough. He must kill such traitors and traitors in one fell swoop when the opponent gathers all their forces.
On the frontal battlefield, he completely defeated and crushed those who followed him, making all those who dared to betray him have this horrific scene deeply imprinted in their eyes.
From then on, no one dared to challenge the king's majesty.
So he laughed. When he learned that the Northern Army had surrounded his forward, Ashbern II laughed unbridled in his tent.
At this moment, the king of Avenella had only one thing left in his mind. He only wanted to shed more blood and crush all those who disagreed with him.
Not only the common people, but also the voices of the nobles he encountered, he could no longer hear.
"Attack! Crush them for me. Don't care about the untouchables in the vanguard. They are just stupid, useless peasants. Catch that stupid traitor!" Ashbern II said with a wild smile. Such words.
But no one responded in the tent hall.
"What are you waiting for?!" Ashborn II roared, smoke and dust billowed in the distance, and Muna and his party were galloping over holding various noble flags.
About a kilometer away, they faced thousands of surrounded militiamen, as well as other militiamen approaching their lines from the rear.
In a tense atmosphere, surrounded by the Holy White Knights, Edward, wearing a gorgeous plate armor and a royal robe, stood up.
Under the clear sunshine at the end of July, blown by the quiet wind of the plain at the interface between the Nella Forest and the Dordogne, under the gaze of more than 10,000 Avenella farmers, he used his magic-enlarged volume to address all of them. The person said:
"I've been waiting," Edward said on the plain.
"Hurry up and kill that traitor!" Ashbern II roared at the top of his lungs in the tent.
"Waiting for you to make your own choice." Edward said.
"I am your king!" said Ashberon II.
"Every one of you is a living person, and I don't want any bloodshed or sacrifice on top of this. Sacrifice in war is not as simple as the death of 10,000 people, but the death of one person 10,000 times." ." Edward said: "Your wives are waiting at home, waiting for their husbands. Your mothers are waiting at home, waiting for their sons."
He said, Edward's unique magnetic baritone and slightly accented Avenera words directly touched the hearts of the farmers.
"Your children are waiting at home, waiting for their father. Waiting for you to return and hold them in your arms again."
"I don't want them to wait for a body, or even worse, just a word from the mouth of a fellow villager who survived."
"You are all living people, you are all people of Avenella, you are all, my people." Edward said.
"Your king orders you to kill him!" said Ashberon II.
"This war was not of your will, and no one should die anymore," Edward said. "Put down your arms. No one here wants to fight anymore. I beg you."
"Go home and live a happy life."
"Kill him!" Ashberon II roared loudly.
"Avenella's future needs you, I," Edward said, "need you."
"Kill! Kill! Him!" Ashborn II shouted hoarsely.
"Live well." Ewtlin of Avenella said, and then Charles on horseback raised his sword high and shouted loudly: "Everyone stand back!"
He said this, and the Northern Army troops followed the order and pulled away. Then the Knight Commander said again: "Lower your weapons!" Charles said. People were hesitant because everything was still tense just a moment ago. In this kind of situation, Under the circumstances, it seemed a bit naive to let the other side go, but they finally let it go.
This was like the straw that broke the camel's back.
First one person, and then more and more militiamen who had lost their fighting spirit dropped their weapons.
On the distant horizon, the cavalry of the Northern Army rushed over quickly. The noble cavalry of the Confederate Army who were guarding the rear initially panicked and planned to counterattack, but they immediately noticed the flag held high by that troop.
"That's... our family crest?" The knights began to wonder, and informed their lords about this.
After learning the news, the lords were silent. They looked at the letters home written by their wives or mothers.
Everyone understands what this means.
The point is not what Edward did, but what he could have done.
This is a concession, a step up for them.
The war made many people see many things clearly. Although they were arrogant and arrogant, these nobles were not stupid when it came to their own interests.
Edward was a rare tolerant king, and Ashberon II.
"kill him!"
He was still shouting loudly.
"kill him!"
"Kill that stupid traitor!"
But this voice can't change anything.
Notes: 1: The quotes here are the lyrics of the Russian song 3op3ecbxe The Dawn Is Quiet Here. The translator of this translation is Baidu netizen "Hong Luo Ru". This song is very nice, but unfortunately I didn’t express enough artistic conception in this chapter.
