"That's how fate is." Xia Ya whispered in a low voice, "You never know whether it will give you happiness or accident at the next moment."
"What are you looking for?" Alicia asked.
"Destiny." Xia Ya whispered.
"Did you find it?" she asked.
Xia Ya looked around, "There are only sad souls here now. I want to find a clear, pure soul."
"Like Arthur?"
"The old Arthur."
Alicia smiled and said, "People always have to grow."
"It's not a bad thing to lose innocence." Xia Ya said, "But the world still needs to be changed by idealists."
"Let's go and take a look at the front."
Charia pulled Alicia away from here, and they crossed hundreds of kilometers and came to a village near the front line of the West France battlefield.
This place is very close to the front line, so it is often bombarded by artillery shells. Some capable people have chosen to migrate, while others cannot leave the fields here and choose to stay where they are.
This is not because they are lucky. For farmers, fields are life, and they cannot survive without their fields.
But obviously, their enemies will not deliberately cross here because they are civilians, or in other words, as the battle line gradually advances, many stray bullets will fly here.
The village had apparently suffered from a wave of stray bullets flying over the battlefield from the front lines.
There are deep craters blasted out by artillery shells everywhere, and gunpowder smoke is still rising inside the charred craters. It looks like they should have been projected not long ago.
Some shells flew into the village, many houses were destroyed, and a burning smell filled the air.
Alicia and Char walked into the village together.
They saw some people who had been shot by artillery shells, and they were blown to pieces, and some of their flesh and blood were stained on the walls.
The place where this village was built is very good. There is a small river nearby and it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. If there was no war, the people here would live happily.
But in just one year, they left their homes and lost their loved ones and lives.
Although Char can weave his destiny, sometimes, he has to lament its cruelty again and again.
"It doesn't look like it was accidentally affected." Alicia looked around and said, "Such intensive bombing seems to be intentional."
"Today's wars are no longer like in the past." Xia Ya said quietly, "The existence of trains makes support easier. No matter how much resources and manpower are consumed on the front line, they can be transported quickly with strong transportation capacity."
"It is difficult to win the war with traditional breakthrough and encirclement methods. Because of the railway network, the army can move quickly, and the flaws in the defense line can be quickly repaired. If you want to win through a huge siege, given today's industrial strength, It’s no longer possible.”
"Modern war is no longer just a competition of numbers and military quality. It is a competition of industrial capabilities and resources. Germany is backed by Tsarist Russia, while West France is backed by Britannia. Both sides occupy almost half of the world. resources. This is also the reason why the two sides have reached a stalemate and entered a war of attrition."
"Germany was obviously eager for success, and they were not willing to pay such a painful price. Therefore, they made another choice. That was to completely defeat the West French people's willingness to fight."
"If the people of West France can be made to realize that military victory is no longer possible, internal collapse will inevitably occur.
And their method is..."
"Consumption of this country's vitality as much as possible." Alicia whispered absentmindedly, "This is also the reason why they bombed Paris."
"Just watch." Xia Ya's eyes flashed with brilliance, "This war has just begun..."
Alicia fell into silence, "I have seen the situation on the Serbian battlefield. I never thought in my life that so many people could die in a war in one day."
"The German side is already planning to use poison gas." Xia Ya said.
Alicia fell silent.
They walked to the end of the village and found a girl near a shell crater.
She looked to be around ten years old, and there was a well nearby. It was probably a bombing that happened when she came to fetch water, and she was affected by the shells.
Her body was stained red with blood, and it was impossible to see where the injuries were, but she still had some breath.
Fortunately, the damage of artillery shells in this era is not too strong, otherwise, he would be lucky to be able to preserve a whole corpse.
Alicia lowered her body and used magic to treat her injuries just like she was treating Ekaterina.
The wounds on her body healed quickly under the influence of magic.
Soon, her fingers moved slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.
She looked around confusedly, and then she saw a house not far away that had been destroyed by shells.
The previous memories appeared in her mind, and she didn't care about her current weak body, nor did she pay attention to the two people beside her.
He just got up from the ground excitedly and ran towards the house.
"Father! Mother! Hanida!"
She shouted the names of her relatives, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes. She kept digging into the ruins of earth, rocks and rubble in front of her. Some sharp pieces of wood cut her hands with blood, but even so, she dug into the ruins in front of her as if she was completely unconscious.
Alicia walked forward slowly and tried to pull her away, but she broke free of her hand.
"There are no living people inside!" Alicia said, with a rare scolding in her voice, "See for yourself! There are still gaps in these ruins!"
It seemed that Alicia's scolding had awakened the girl's reason.
She knelt on the ground, covered her face and cried bitterly.
Just now, she lost all her relatives.
Alicia squatted beside her, touched her head, and comforted her.
"Child, death is not the end, but the beginning of everything. You will meet again at the end of time."
She reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hands away from her face.
"Come, let me see."
Her voice is gentle and pure, her words are clear and round, like gurgling water, and like the wind blowing willows, there is an indescribable sense of comfort.
This soft voice soothed her inner pain and stabilized her mood a little.
The girl's hands were covered in blood, old injuries mixed with new injuries, the blood stained the palms red, mixed with dust. The nails are also full of dust.
There was a sharp contrast between Alicia's white and slender hands and the girl's blood-stained hands.
But Alicia didn't care, she grabbed the girl's hand.
Under the girl's slightly widened eyes, the radiance of magic lights up on her hands, and the wounds on her hands are rapidly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The girl raised her head and looked at the woman in front of her who grabbed her arm.
That was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes.
The girl remembered the memory before she fell into coma very clearly. The cannonball landed next to her.
She knew very well that there was no way she could survive in that situation.
Obviously, it was this mysterious existence in front of him that saved him.
When she saw her out of the corner of her eye just now, she thought she was beautiful.
At this moment, when observing closely, even though she was also a woman, her breathing was still somewhat stagnant and her heart was beating continuously.
She never thought that there were such beautiful people in this world.
The facial features were like a work of art carefully crafted by God, and the skin was as white and delicate as solidified grease, even glowing with a faint glimmer under the quiet moonlight.
However, the most heart-warming thing is her eyes, like stars hanging in the sky, bright but hidden in the dark night. No one knows how many years they have gone through...
However, this was not what caused the girl's breathing to stop.
Their family were the most devout believers, and a few years ago, she and her father went on a pilgrimage to the Cathedral of Baal in Britannia.
It is said that an angel descended there and even inserted the sword in the stone to choose the king.
The Sword in the Stone has long been pulled out by King Arthur, but the traces are still there.
And behind the high platform with the Sword in the Stone, those who had seen the angel erected a statue there.
And the appearance of that statue is exactly the same as the woman in front of me...
The girl's eyes were slightly absent-minded.
“ange (French for angel)”
"I'm not an angel." Alicia stood up slowly.
"I've seen you in Britannia!" the girl said excitedly, "You look exactly like the statue there."
Alicia raised her eyebrows and looked at Xia helplessly.
Xia Ya narrowed her eyelids slightly and continued to ask.
"May I have your name?"
"Randy," the girl said.
"Do you... want to avenge your parents?" Xia Ya asked, "Or... to prevent millions of families from experiencing pain and sorrow like yours."
The girl looked at the ruins on one side, her eyes turned red again, but she relaxed her mood, lowered her eyes and said, "I'm just a village girl in the countryside."
"You just need to answer, do you want to...or don't want to." Xia Ya said quietly.
The girl raised her head and looked at Char, meeting his eyes.
His eyes were even more special than that angel's, as if they contained the stars of the universe and the passage of time.
Like the angel, he also had white hair, and under the moonlight, the roots of his hair even showed a little rainbow color.
Thinking about the identity of the lady, the girl's heart was slightly agitated, and then she nodded.
Xia Ya smiled, "Then do you accept changing your name?"
There was some confusion in the girl's eyes, but she thought about it carefully.
"If more people can stop experiencing the sadness and pain like me, it won't be a problem even if I have to pay the price with my life, not to mention changing my name."
Not because I want "revenge", but because I want to prevent more people from suffering such pain
"You don't need to sacrifice your life." Xia Ya said calmly, "You have enough choices for your future destiny."
"What name do you want me to change?" the girl asked.
Xia Ya came to her slowly, slowly raised his finger and touched her forehead.
In that moment, her pupils shrank sharply to a point, countless knowledge surged in her mind, and her brain's ideas became clearer.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
At the same time, the melodious sound of bells came to her ears.
It seems like the first ringing of the church bell, sacred and ethereal.
It also seems to sound the death knell for those who died in this war, full of sadness and solemnity.
She slowly raised her head.
At this moment, the night has completely disappeared. The rising sun is rising in the east, and the dazzling sunlight shines on the earth and the entire earth, shining on her body.
The golden light shone that illuminated the white clouds above this land.
No, that's not the sun's light.
The girl's eyes widened──there seemed to be something else behind the white clouds!
"Aaaaa~"
Suddenly, the sacred sound, as if thousands of angels were chanting, followed by the sound of bells, and the thick harmony shook the whole world!
The answer was quickly revealed in front of her eyes
The white clouds dispersed, and a shrine shining with divine brilliance appeared behind the white clouds. The building was pure white, glowing golden under the sunlight, like sacred churches.
The big golden bell hanging in the building like a church steeple is particularly eye-catching. Even from the ground, it is still huge and scary.
The evening bell that rings throughout this land is rang by this big bell...
Melodious, solemn and sacred.
In her ears, the whisper of the gods came, and she seemed to understand something. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes——
Those were not tears of sadness and fear, but tears of joy and excitement because I was lucky enough to shoulder such a mission.
When the perspective was restored again, the man and woman had disappeared.
If it weren't for the knowledge in her mind, she would have thought it was all just an illusion.
At this moment, she was extremely sure that that woman was the one who lowered the sword in the stone.
And that man.
The status may be higher, it may even be
Soon, the sound of vehicles and mechas moving came to her ears.
She turned her head and saw a group of troops slowly approaching at the entrance of the village.
Looking at the flags and logos spray-painted on the mecha, it was the army of West France.
The leading general wore a Western French military uniform, a cape, and rode a tall black war horse.
He looked about thirty or forty years old, and he was very handsome, but his eyes were very tired. It seemed that he had brought the troops here temporarily and had not rested for a long time.
Looking at the epaulettes on his shoulders, it seems that his military rank is not low, he is a general.
He walked in with his army and looked at the collapsed houses around him, at the arms of children exposed in the ruins, and at the people on the ground who had been bombed to pieces.
There was a suppressed anger in his eyes.
But soon, he saw the girl half-kneeling on the ground.
He galloped forward, stopped near her, then walked forward quickly and asked with concern.
"Kid, are you okay?"
The girl shook her head.
He turned and shouted to the army behind him.
"Medic!!!"
A group of men and women with cross sleeves on their arms came over and began to examine the girl's injuries.
"Son, do you have any relatives?" the general continued to ask.
After hearing this, the girl's eyes obviously dimmed a little, and she lowered her eyes.
The general fell silent, "Is that so? What's your name?"
Hearing this, the girl slowly raised her head. She thought for a while and then continued.
"My name is Jeanne d'Arc"
(End of chapter)
