"May I have your name?"

"My name is Bad, and I'm from Grey Thorn County."

In a spacious alley next to the street, the boy had stopped crying, lowered his head and answered quietly.

Lorran Hill looked at the boy without saying comfort.

"Do you hate that person?"

"I...I don't know, I did something wrong." His voice was a little low.

"Yes, you did something wrong." The girl did not deny it either.

When the boy heard Lorran Hill say the same thing, his head lowered even more. He put his hands beside him and felt that there was no suitable position.

"What are you going to do if you encounter such a thing in the future?"

"I, I will do every account and will not make any mistakes again."

"Have you heard of anyone who never makes mistakes in his life?"

"......No."

"Then what, what should I do next time? Keep standing there stupidly and wait for a kind person to save you?"

".....I have no idea."

When Lolan Hill looked at the boy, he suddenly realized what Mr. Lu Xun felt back then, that was to mourn his misfortune and torment him from not fighting.

She is not the kind of Virgin who wants to save everyone. After all, the path of life is chosen by yourself. If you help too much, sometimes you will accumulate grudges. The other party will say that this is not what he wants, but you forced it to me.

Forget it, the girl is ready to turn around and leave.

"Thank you!" The boy's shout came from behind, his voice a little depressed and anxious, as if he was driving on the brakes and accelerator.

Lorran Hill turned around and looked at the boy who wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, and his face was flushed with anxiety.

"If you feel too uncomfortable and can't hold on one day, just imagine yourself as a stone without feelings, so it will be a little better."

Lorran Hill left the alley in her gray boots, and her black robe slowly floated and fell in the sea breeze, leaving only the boy with a back.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In the north of the Westerly Kingdom, clouds rolled through the sky, and only some weeds grew sporadically on the dry Gobi Desert. When the trade winds in the south passed through the mountains and wilderness, they had already been filtered out from the moist smell of the sea water, becoming dry and mixed with the smell of dust.

The sun was hanging high, and the scorching sunlight baked the earth. Soldiers lined up in neat formations and stepped forward in front of the battlefield. Then they stood still. The high-hanging blue starry wheat ear flag was blown up by the wind, and the sound of flags rolling from time to time came.

There are two camps in the huge wilderness, with about 200,000 people in total. The stretching fronts of both sides range from one end of the Gobi Desert to the other end of the horizon. The tight heads on the ground are like ants, and are covered with darkness throughout the wilderness, covering the entire field of vision.

On one side is the noble coalition of the West Wind Kingdom. They were led by Wabk, Duke of Rock Wall in the north, assembled the army of 37 families of all sizes in the north. Flags of various colors fluttered on the array. These soldiers were dressed in different clothes, some were wearing mail, some were wearing simple leather armor, and some were wearing a small number of fully steel armor.

They are roughly divided into regions by family, each family is responsible for part of the front. Overall, the army in the middle and edges of the wings is stronger, while the rest is slightly weaker.

Behind the West Wind Alliance is the private legion of the Rock Wall Grand Duke. They are wearing copper metal armor and reflecting golden light in the sun. These Rock Wall Grand Duke's private armies are the famous [Shan Copper Legion] in the north. The armor on their bodies is made of steel and mountain copper. Although it is heavy, it is also very tough and has a strong defense. The spear and round shield held in their hands are also mixed with a small amount of mountain copper, and the strength is reaching extraordinary silver level.

There is a rare mountain copper vein in the fief of Grand Duke of Yanbi, which is extremely excellent in building armor. Even ordinary craftsmen can easily create silver-level products. Unfortunately, the mountain copper output is not large. The Duke of Yanbi has accumulated more than ten years of savings to accumulate an elite legion of more than a thousand people.

The soldiers of the [Shan Tong Legion] are all ranked above 2, which is also the most proud part of the Grand Duke of Yanbi. By pursuing heavy taxes in the north, he accumulated a lot of wealth to support such a powerful army.

On the other side of the battlefield, the flags are relatively unified, all with starlight wheat ears. The armor they wear is also made of steel. However, there are many inconsistencies and burrs from the corners. It can be seen that most of the armors were recently rushed to work. These soldiers looked dark, mostly called out of long-term labor on their hands, and the clothes on the inside of the armor were also worn out and washed white.

The soldiers in front were lined up in extremely neat square formations with spears and shields in hand, with only a small number of archers behind them, unlike the noble coalition forces that had many crossbows.

This generation of Rock Wall Grand Duke rode on a tall horse and looked at the rebels opposite, with a gray beard cracked and a smile.

"I didn't expect that the rebel leader on the opposite side was actually an academic." He showed a funny and sarcastic expression on his face.

"Willef, if you lead troops in the future, don't learn from each other."

"Why, my father, I think they are arranged neatly and have strong combat power."

"That's a bullshit." The old duke swears, with a look of disdain.

"I just look down on these stupid people who read books."

"When I was young, when I was fighting the barbarians, the commander sent by the royal family was the academic school where Emmenas graduated."

"It's so stupid to talk about combat plans, logistics maintenance, task allocation, and queuing training as soon as you start."

"Where did he think this is? Those big-headed soldiers are just here to make money. You talk to them about glory, and they just think about how to make money and how to prostitute women."

"After that's true, everyone below was too lazy to pay attention to him. After passing all the orders, he would do as he did unless he was present in person and give the king some face. If he was not present, who would foolishly stand up against the sun."

"What happened?" asked the old duke's son Wirefer curiously.

"Later, he learned to learn to be smart, so he asked the king to ask for a team of supervisors to supervise the training of the people below, arrange the formation and other things, which was barely achieved."

"It's a pity that there is no use for birds. Once you go to the battlefield, life and death are in a moment. Whoever is still in charge of the formation? It's just that I'll chop a few more times when I feel good about it. I'm hurt by someone, so I run back. In the end, as long as I maintain the overall line and slowly make dumplings from the other party, I basically win."

"What if I can't beat it?"

"If you can't beat me, just run away, stupid kid." The old father looked at his son with a mentally retarded look.

Wireff remained silent, turned to look at the army opposite, and after a while, he asked, "How did he defeat the barbarians later."

"Although the commander's idea was too naive, he couldn't stand it, and with the strength of Sequence 7, he directly killed the enemy formation and picked the head of the opponent's leader on the tip of the gun, and then the barbarians fled, otherwise the battle would be hard to say."

"So I said, I want you to teach your grandson well and send him to Emenas to study. Don't think about fancy things all day long. Strength is the only truth."
Chapter completed!