"Poof-"
Suddenly there was a loud explosion in the air, and at the same time, the body of the knife man suddenly separated.
There was a moment of silence in the crowd, followed by a longer silence.
No one dares to speak.
Because the unfortunate corpse was a scarlet tomahawk.
Belongs to the Dreius tomahawk.
"You are all backwards, aren’t you?" The crowd was completely deserted, and the sound of Dreius echoed everywhere.
The original crowd made way for a road, and Dreius, wearing a scarlet cloak, slowly walked in from the periphery.
Many people looked at him and hesitated. Finally, the opposition officer spoke.
"General, this matter …" He looked at Dreius and hoped that Dreius could give him an explanation.
After all, this is really one thing that affects the morale of the army.
Dreius did not answer him directly, but walked step by step in front of him and came to the resistance officer, only to look at him and say to him and everyone word by word, "I order this."
I order this matter.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone looked at him with incredible eyes. Many people seemed to have never known him, and their eyes were desperate.
"General will … you …" The opposition officer is also unable to accept this answer. He can’t understand that this is …
What?
"You must want to ask me why I should do this, right?" Dreius rarely pulled up a smile, but he laughed a little.
He got it, Svein. How high is my prestige?
Svein, are you really not overestimating me?
Four miles of silence, everyone is waiting for an explanation.
And sabotage is still going on over there.
"Let them stop first," Dreius suddenly said to the resistance officer.
"Yes," the officer did not object this time. He motioned behind him and soon the saboteur stopped behind him.
"Who can tell me how many years Ionia has been fighting this war?" Dreius picked up the tomahawk that had just killed someone and leaned it on himself.
Blood is flowing drop by drop
"Tick-tock-"
"Tick-tock-"
There is something more silent than killing people.
"No one?" Dreius repeated.
At noon, the sea breeze blew with a hint of coldness.
"I … I know." Finally, a soldier raised his hand and said, "Seventeen years, to be exact, was the year of 190 in the New World calendar, when Knox Sasmai was still green."
Speaking, the soldier has a face of old age and war, which has sharpened his face more than vicissitudes of life, but from his brow, he can still vaguely see that he was handsome when he was young, and he was still in his prime that year.
But this island robbed him of the best years of his life.
"Seventeen years and a month is good, so I’ll ask you again. Do you want to play for another seventeen years and a month?" At this time, Delaeus’s speech rate was extremely slow. He looked at every young or vicissitudes face more seriously.
"Don’t want to" The veteran shouted this sentence first.
"don’t want to"
"I want to go home"
"I want to go home too."
"I miss my mother"
Many people say so.
"Good. I want to go home, too. Everyone wants to go home, but what did I sink?" Without waiting for an answer, Dreius immediately said, "Because I want to tell you this time, this time, we will end this long and damn war. We can’t let our grandchildren go back. We must die or win. Do you understand? Do you understand? ! ？”
Still no one answered silence, but everyone’s eyes changed.
"Ionians will come to us in the afternoon, and I will destroy other food and water, leaving you with three days. I hope you will not starve to death but die." Dreius’s voice sank. "I hope all of us can go home alive."
"alive …"
"alive"
"alive-"
"alive! ! ！” Finally, someone yelled.
"alive! ! ！” More people roared up.
Dreius sighed and waved to the officer behind him.
"Bang-"chisel boat to continue.
"Bang-"A huge blow brought Dreiser back to reality.
He looked at the scene of constant fighting in front of him and suddenly lifted the scarlet tomahawk and shouted, "Live! ! ！”
"alive! ! ！”
Several times in response to Riddles’ growling attack, an axe blasted a boulder containing runic power into powder.
"Alive" Chen Senran murmured this simple word and suddenly let out a long sigh.
"why?" Graves squinted and smoked a cigar and looked at the obscure situation.
"Cross the rubicon is really hard enough." Chen Senran was so low that he could hardly hear the sound.
It’s really high. To be continued.
Ps 2 nd Geng
I don’t think I’m human.
How can I make her sad