Gastens is climbing the mountain.

Luo Mountain is not a very high mountain, nor is it a long mountain range like Johor Bahru. It is a half-ring composed of three small interconnected peaks, holding Elena in his arms from west to east like an embrace. Gastens is not unfamiliar with this mountain. After coming to Elena, he walked through this mountain more than once, crossed the trails in the mountain more than once, climbed the mountain more than once, and looked around. However, as he did now, it was his first time to climb the mountain with all his strength in his life.

"Boss..."

Ivan followed him, gasping for breath. The soldiers who fled back from the southern mountains with them pulled into a long, thick gray snake in front and behind Gastens, which appeared and disappeared from the mountainside.

Gastens looked back and found that Ivan was looking up at him. His much thinner face had obvious dark circles on his face, and his expression was filled with fatigue. Seeing that the once strong and energetic man became like this, Gastens's heart tightened and his voice became lighter.

"What's wrong, say."

"Back..." Ivan stopped. On the mountainside in the summer afternoon, the air seemed to solidify. Heavy waves wrapped the soldiers around, suffocating.

"The back... was bitten..."

Gastens's eyes moved away from Ivan's face and looked down at the foot of the mountain. There, the blue soldiers who were gathering were telling him a cruel fact.

It is impossible to sneak through Luoshan and enter Elena. When Gastens decided to use this path, he knew that when Elena had no time to divide her troops and take into account these paths and secret paths, and when the enemy had already gained a huge tactical advantage, this path they thought was secret could be discovered at any time. What's more, they also led a team of six or seven hundred people.

"Ignore them and let's keep going!"

At this moment, Gastens's sentiment defeated reason. He knew that the best way was to leave some soldiers behind again to win more time for himself. But along the way, he saw too many sacrifices, so much that he no longer had the confidence to face the next sacrifice and face the faces of those soldiers who were destined to die.

"No."

Ivan did not follow Gastens, "We can't get away. The soldiers are too tired and are crawling with all their strength at every step. The enemy has been resting for so long, both weapons and physical strength are at their peak. According to the current situation, they will soon catch up with us."

"Yes, Chairman, this will not work. We must have someone to cut off the back." A young face with some strangeness appeared in Gastennes's vision. Gastennes thought for a moment and realized that this was his new guard captain, Lesen Warren. His previous guard captain had already died, and Lesen Warren became the guard captain, less than two days.

Looking at Lesen Warren's young and equally tired face, Gastens opened his mouth and said nothing. He knew that sending someone to cut off the back was the last and best choice, but he didn't know how to speak. He knew that charity was not in charge of the army, and if he wanted to succeed in the revolution, he could not fear sacrifice, but he just couldn't speak.

The next order to let the soldiers die is much harder than Gastens imagined. And every order is to let the soldiers die, which is far beyond Gastens' psychological endurance.

"Boss, I'll go."

Ivan's voice was very soft, so light that it was so light that it could not be heard clearly without listening carefully. But Gastens still heard clearly. He subconsciously reached out to stop him, but was stopped by Ivan's eyes.

Ivan looked at Gastens with an unyielding determination.

"Boss", Ivan stood up straight, slowly raised his hands, stretched his body, and then let out a satisfied moan.

"Boss, you also know that I was a murderer, a death row prisoner, a scum who lived today but not tomorrow. It was you who let me see a better world, gave me the reason to survive and the goal to strive for a lifetime. Being able to meet you is the best thing in my life, really."

Gastens felt that the weather was so hot that his eyes were filled with sweat. He blinked and reached out to wipe it off, but found that it could not be wiped clean no matter how hard he wiped it. Instead, he wiped more and more, as if a gushing spring.

"You once said that the most rare thing in a person's life is contentment. I, Ivan Warren, a serf, a death row prisoner, and a person who should have died long ago. I am content and satisfied. I have already obtained too many things. These things make me happy when I dream..."

Ivan reached out to open the ventilation valve of the steam backpack behind him and began to replenish his Brave Rifle. His once strong arms were a little bit thin under the sunlight.

"So, it's enough. It's really enough," Ivan reached out to suppress Lesen Warren who wanted to speak, "Thank you, boss, it's you who let me know what living is."

"Teacher Ivan, let me go!!!!"

With a crying voice in Leisen's voice, he stepped forward and wanted to stop the man who was about to turn around, but the man stopped him with a fierce roar.

"Stop it with me!!!"

At this time, Ivan was angry, "Lyson Warren, please tell me the fuck! When I am not here, I will leave the safety of my boss to you! If you dare to let your boss get hurt before you die, you will die as soon as possible! Did you hear it!!!"

"I heard it!!!"

The long obedience and training made Lesen stand up subconsciously. Ivan saw him like this and suddenly laughed. His laughter was rough and hoarse, like a gear that had not been lubricated for a long time.

"Okay! I believe you!"

After saying that, Ivan turned around and looked at the soldiers gathered behind him. Gastens hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand.

"Ivan——"

"Boss!!!", Ivan looked at Gastens, and interrupted Gastens's words with a louder, rough voice.

"You have led us to fight so many times, and when did you rush to the front? If you recognize me as a brother, don't let me be a man without any feasts! OK??!!"

After saying that, Ivan started to shout at the soldiers without waiting for Gastens to reply.

"Brothers!!! Are you fucking men without any fucks!!!"

"no!!!"

"Are you the fucking Ailena's soldiers?!!"

"yes!!!"

"Then you'll go with me! If anyone dares to let an enemy break through our defense, he will die as soon as possible!!!"

"yes!!!!"

"Why are you still standing there!!! Go and kill someone with me!!!!"

"kill!!!!!"

Seeing the soldiers' state and emotions, Ivan turned his head and looked at Gastens.

"Boss, look, this is our soldiers who love Lena. With such soldiers, we will not lose!"

Gastens bit his lip, remained silent, and nodded.

Ivan took a last look at the man who led him to save him from the brink of death and turned down the mountain. He never looked back. His figure became extremely relaxed at this moment.

Relaxed and chic.

"Let's go."

Gastens did not watch Ivan for too long. Not far away, the blue enemy was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving him and Elena very nervous. Now, even a minute of sadness is a luxury for him. All he could do was to bury all his sadness and anger in his heart, and then live.

Lesen Warren followed Gastens's footsteps, and twenty guards followed Gastens's footsteps. Finally, Ricky Barris, the communications soldier beside Gastens, followed Gastens's footsteps. When he set out, there were more than 6,000 people, and in the end there were less than 30 people left, he began to climb into the last section of Elena's mountain road.

Behind them, gunfire and shouts of killing gradually sounded, echoing in the valleys and peaks, like a sad symphony that could not stop for a long time.

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On August 20, Lu Yuan, Elena, there were wars everywhere.

"Look in line! Fuck it up for me! I'll stand in three rows, and I'll hear it when I'm hearing it!!!!"

Baotong Warren, the company commander of the 3rd Company of the 4th Militia Division 4th Militia Division, is working hard to make his soldiers stand in a row to form the most basic queuing queue. Beside him, the 6th Militia Division 4th Militia Division 7th Regiment is doing the same thing with him. Veterans maintain order and swearing voices one after another, turning this place where Ailena's troops gathered into a lively vegetable market.

The Fourth Militia Division was a temporary unit formed after Elena initiated an emergency mobilization order. Most of the people who joined this unit had never been exposed to military training and were authentic farmers and workers. In less than three days, they not only let them master the usage of the Elliot rifle and the Glory rifle, but also taught them basic queue commands, which almost exhausted all the energy of all the veterans of the Fourth Division. But even so, when they were about to encounter the enemy, these farmers who were passionate about fighting could only barely maintain the most basic queue.

"Let me hear it!!!"

Baotong Warren was still shouting, "The drum sound is the command, the drum sound is the rhythm! Follow the rhythm of the drum sound, one, two, one, two, do you know? Then, two consecutive heavy blows are fired, two consecutive heavy blows are fired, and two more heavy blows are fired, do you understand?"

Standing in front of Baotong, the soldiers belonging to the Third Company of the Fifth Regiment looked at each other, and then looked at Baotong with some hesitation.

"Company Commander, let's just kill it. These drums are too troublesome and I don't understand it!!"

Someone in the team complained, and Baotong glared at him and cursed.

"Then I don't stop you from wanting to death, don't harm your comrades and Ailena! If you want to resist the enemy, the gun volleyball tactics are the best tactics we can use now. As long as everyone is not afraid of death and rush forward with the enemy's gun volleyball, we will definitely win! We will definitely drive the enemy out of Ailena!!!"

"Here!!!"

The soldiers responded in a verbal manner and then started to make a noise. Baotong did not like this noise and chaos, but he had done his best to maintain order. He returned to the right hand side of his company queue and began to give orders on his own.

"preparation--"

The recruits gradually became quiet, and many people began to look ahead and placed their hands on the valve of the cylinder.

"Set off!!!!"

At the command of Baotong, the drum sounded. The Fifth Regiment of the Fourth Militia Division, as the vanguard of Prince Eliot, stepped onto the passage connecting Eliot and Xinsha Pass. Behind them were some crooked but firm-minded recruits. Their opponents were the Third Guards of Prince Eliot, who had been tested for war and could even rely on their number and equipment advantages to control the gap between the advanced weapons of Eliot within a controllable range.

"I'll say the last time!!!"

After arriving at the reserved position, Baotong returned to his company and loudly taught him his own lack of rich experience.

"If you want to win, you have to compare who has a harder bone! Who is braver! The closer the steam rifle we use, the more accurate it will be! If both of us line up and shoot first, whoever shoots first will be likely to lose! We just need to grit our teeth, hold it in, let the enemy shoot first, and then fire a round or two, and then we will win! Do you understand? As long as you are not afraid of death and listen to the drum, you can win!"

"I understand!"

"I know!!!"

"Whoever is afraid of death is a coward!"

The soldiers' answers were all the same, but the meaning was the same. Baotong nodded with satisfaction and returned to his position. According to the information they received, the three divisions of Prince Eliot's guards were quickly entering Elena through the Xinshan Pass. And their vanguard troops would soon have contact with the Fourth Militia Division.

It would be a defensive battle that determines Elena's fate.

Baotong was silent and thinking under the dim sunlight that began to turn. In front of him, the enemy troops in red uniforms had appeared in their sight.

The soldiers of the Fourth Militia Division experienced some slight commotion. When the team of more than 30,000 people appeared in front of them in an orderly manner, the gap in the number of people between the two sides caused some fluctuations in the psychology of the soldiers who were still farmers a few days ago.

"For Ailena!!!"

Someone shouted in the team.

"For Ailena!!!"

More people began to shout, and gradually, the shouts changed from chaos to neatness, and the fear and depression in the shouts also turned into passion and passion. The soldiers repeated this simple sentence over and over again, and finally gradually became silent. At this time, their eyes were no longer confused.

The drums started to ring.

"Walk!!!"

Baotong shouted and took steps. The soldiers standing beside him also began to take steps. Everyone stepped on the drum beats and began to approach the enemy.

The enemy, also stepping on the drum beats, began to approach these soldiers who were overestimating their abilities.

Without the advantage of weapons, do you want to use 3,000 people to block 30,000 people?
Chapter completed!