Desai Vigou was born on the island of Neopolis. He was the second son of a low-level knight family with an average family background. Like his commanders and many comrades-in-arms, he attended the Junior Officer School at the age of 12, joined combat at the age of 15, and is now the second-level squad leader of the Storm Squadron. There is a question that he has not been able to figure out——
In the past, the people of Verona were governed by lords who owed allegiance to the Duke of Verona, who had long ago been a vassal of Byerland. Now that the Duke is still the same Duke, governed with the help of Beyeland, why do the residents of Verona insist on fighting?
In the wars in the spring and summer of 1444, the rebels' results against Bijran were devastating, and they suffered defeat in almost every battle. The mixed veterans and bandit troops who fought against Beyelan at the beginning were eliminated in batches, and recruits from farmers and herdsmen became the main force of the rebels.
As autumn approached, the attention of Larmour and Challon turned to Odessa, and the importance of the rebellion in Verona gradually receded into the background.
The occupying force in Verona is still strong - it has four legions and corresponding auxiliary legions. Areas such as Odessa and Sevastro, which face the clan alliance, only deploy five regular legions each. However, the quality of the Verona garrison continued to weaken. At least in Desai's view, this weakening has worsened over time, as the morale and quality of the rebels appear to be increasing, and resistance has intensified.
Desai had been on mission in Verona since the end of 1444. In early January 1445, the Lord of Darkness returned from the spirit world and seemed to come to Verona with his minions. From that time on, the Senate once again placed Verona in a position of paramount importance.
In short, the battlefield of Verona is a battle between light and darkness, where good and evil battle it out. According to the resolution of the wise Senate, Bijerlan's army will focus on attacking Verona and the Southern Province in the first few months of 1445. The forces of the Dark Lord and the Kingslayer are said to be hidden in these two areas. .
By early March, Desai had participated in several battles to suppress the rebels. The knights of Bjelan and his allies were covered in dazzling gold and steel, forming a dazzling and magnificent picture. Under the spring light of March, the cavalry and infantry formed an endless formation on the hillside along the river, shining with enthusiasm and fearlessness.
However, these passions are like stones thrown into water, causing ripples to dissipate. Those futile marches against rebel guerrillas were pure torture.
Every day, endless lines of regular troops would appear on the horizon, and astute rebels even dared to provoke in the nearby woods. When Desai and the cavalry attacked and captured some people, the rebel brigade suddenly disappeared, leaving only birch and pine forests on the horizon.
An hour later, when the regular army's horses were eating, the attack began again. The gray figure of the rebel appears again, repeats his old trick, and disappears in the same manner. In this way, the gorgeous and heroic cavalry was severely exhausted from exhaustion.
There is simply no end to this fight. Desai's once youthful face began to become sharp and sharp. By August this year, he will have completed two years of service in the frontline combat unit. His attacks became more and more decisive, as fast as a sharp sword. Many of the rebel rangers who constantly harassed the army had become heads hanging on the side of his saddle.
However, what he didn't understand was why Beyelan, who had cavalry, infantry and artillery, couldn't completely eliminate the rebels in Verona?
After the Senate issued an order to strengthen the attack, Beyelan's legions began to penetrate deep into the valleys and swamps, and life became even more difficult. The luxurious and ostentatious armor and mighty lances of the heavy cavalry increased the burden on the war horses. They could indeed shake the mountains in face-to-face battles, but they also ignored the key details that determined the combat effectiveness of the cavalry.
What's more troublesome than the endless harassment is supplies. Although Bayeran has plenty of supplies transported to Old Town by sea, it is another matter to transport them to the front line from the roads where rebels appear from time to time. When there was almost no adequate supply of weapons, food, and horse feed, Desai began to experience the embarrassment of "can't even find a toothbrush" as the squadron leader told him.
All were poorly fed and extremely exhausted.
The sense of duty has almost disappeared in the military. The army that was divided into several groups to attack was underfed, and the livestock were in a state of starvation. Due to the difficulties in supply transportation, many soldiers were forced to harvest grains themselves, and even pulled grass from huts to feed the horses. As a result, a large number of horses were unable to eat. Getting sick from clean feed. Coupled with mismanagement and the terrible burdens and marches, the number of livestock in the army was decreasing every day.
Desai soon became a dismounted cavalryman. As a member of an elite unit, he was dispatched like a firefighter to support friendly forces in trouble. Once, while acting with other teams, he lost all his war horses and pack horses and was trapped in the wilderness, unable to move. They finally found a farmhouse and found that only the mother and daughter were home, with some potatoes and mushrooms.
The noble officer leading the team asked Desai to leave and go to the hill to guard. There, he heard shrill cries. After some time, he found the peasant woman starting to cook.
Most of Beyeland's officers and soldiers didn't know how to cook, and they couldn't even bake bread. They ordered the peasant women to prepare food. After the potatoes were cooked, out of caution, the officer allowed the mother to eat some. The peasant woman did so. The officer asked the peasant woman to feed her child. At the woman's suggestion, the child also ate voraciously. The relieved soldiers immediately divided the potatoes one by one. Since even eating the potatoes from the peasant woman's family was still not enough, we didn't even leave any for Desai who was on guard outside.
When Desai, whose eyes were green from hunger, returned to the farmhouse, he saw the officers and soldiers all falling to the ground twitching before he could get angry. They vomit, first the food and then the yellow water. Soon, all the soldiers, peasant women and her children died in pain.
Other places are not much better.
Bayeran's army was attacked everywhere in Verona. If the locals caught lone soldiers, they would hang them upside down on the fire and barbecue them. There was a straggler officer who was captured by the villagers and thrown directly into a large pot to be boiled. By the time Beyelan's army slaughtered the entire village and found him, the officer had been boiled into the shape of a shrimp.
Desai's bright eyes have lost their brightness and focus. They will only shine when he captures some officer-level prisoners and needs to torture them for information. For those useless soldiers, he would just break their necks and throw them into the ditch.
He was like a walking zombie shrouded in black lines. Once Lanzada met him, he didn't recognize him.
The trainee nun was so frightened that she hurriedly wrote a letter to the man far behind, who was said to have become the captain of the Hand of God.
Soon, an order came from Homemonworth to recall Desai. The squadron leader, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, recommended that he take the spring entrance exam for the best magic academy in the world. If he passed, he could enroll in the fall.
…
Homemon Watts is nothing like the front line.
Exquisite oak and walnut are inlaid on the floors and walls of the centuries-old castle, as smooth as a mirror. The countless missing carpets are softer than pillows, and expensive brass and metal pipes carry heat and clean water to every corner of the castle.
A few steps away, the spring breeze of Yingying Yanyan made Desai feel awkward all over. He stood upright in the entrance corridor, waiting for the commander to summon him, and saw the girls holding textbooks and putting on spring school skirts. They were so beautiful that they were not the same species as him. When the girls passed by, they also glanced at him standing in the corridor and whispered, thinking that the blood stains on the breastplate were some kind of impressionist painting.
Hum, woman... The second-level team leader hummed in his heart.
"Mr. Second-level Captain, Lord Knight Ravenel is in the reception room. He can see you in fifteen minutes." A short brownie pointed to a chair and brought him a glass of ice water with a glass of ice water. Peach juice and even half a cherry.
Ah, my peach, my beloved peach... Desai smelled the charming smell for a while and thanked Brownie profusely.
He had heard from the captain about the war in the East. At that time, he was just an unskilled recruit, and the bloody battles and harsh environment in the East really shocked him. It is said that the captain and many famous Shutoral did not adapt after returning from the front line to the rear. The life in Homemonworth made them feel rusty. Desai couldn't understand this kind of thing at first.
"Now I understand~" Desai praised sincerely after drinking the refreshing drink in one gulp. Living in such a good place, who wants to think about the terrible front lines and potatoes in the mud...
It's time for the meeting.
The commander of Storm Squadron, Captain Griffith de Ravenel, 2nd Assault Squadron, is now Commander 1st Assault Squadron. He participated in a certain mysterious ritual and received unimaginable gains. Now he is the agent of a certain mysterious existence and is gathering his own power.
It is said that he and several other great people are about to experience a miracle, a real "miracle".
Homemon Watts even gave him a separate office so that he could better serve the gods. Desai walked through the spotless corridors and up the long stairs. The bright window on the left can see the sea. The faint sound of waves and the clean comfort relax Desai's long-stressed heart.
Maybe I can ask the captain what he thinks of the war in Verona, and will he give me a chance to witness a miracle? If it is a true miracle, it will definitely save mankind from such a sad fate and war!
Desai thought as he walked. He held his sword in his hand, trying not to slip on the pleasant steps and maintain the dignity of a soldier. When he turned a corner and walked towards the last set of steps, the light suddenly dimmed.
The expensive curtains were originally closed on one side of the window edge, but somehow they hung down, blocking the warm spring light.
Desai was aroused subconsciously, and his fighting instinct immediately put him on guard. He pressed the sword with his right hand and touched the grenade at his waist with his left hand. He stood on the fourth and fifth steps and looked up.
There was a girl standing there.
She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with pale blond shoulder-length hair tied into small braids on both sides and tied with a green heart-shaped ribbon. Her pupils were a rare red color, moving and mysterious, which immediately touched Desai's spirituality.
The girl was wearing a blue and white dress with a rare royal collar style. The hem of the dress was several centimeters above her knees.
She stood there with her arms folded, looking down at the armored cavalry on the steps. There was an elusive coldness in her red eyes.
"Go back, lost lamb, don't let the darkness engulf you." She said coldly.
"Who are you?" Desai asked.
There are many powerful beings in Homemonworth, and behind them are unspeakable mysteries. The girl in front of him deepened Desai's impression.
He even felt irresistible hesitation from the bottom of his heart. When human beings face unknown things, they instinctively want to shrink back like this.
"The Crimson Blade has been liberated, letting the trumpet of destruction sound."
The girl looked at Desai with a cold expression that was almost pity:
“Torture your soul—
"Move forward? Step into the endless maze.
"Back off? Follow the lead of fear."
Desai was confused, but his military instinct made him step up to the next level without hesitation and said loudly:
"I don't understand what you are talking about. I'm here to see Captain Griffith. This is my mission and my action. I won't flinch, not even mountains of swords and seas of fire can stop me, huh!?"
Desai, who was about to step onto the sixth step, was surprised to find out. Instead of moving forward, he fell back to the fourth step.
"Oh? You said no, but your body is quite honest~" The girl chuckled condescendingly, "You are afraid."
What's this? What's going on?
Desai was startled, and he immediately stepped forward again.
An unusual, indescribable feeling flashed through him.
Desai looked down and saw that he had retreated to the third step.
He is an extraordinary person, this is an extraordinary ability! Desai drew his sword, and the fighting spirit in his body surged out.
This must be some extraordinary ability to control stairs!
