Chapter 12 Story

Indeed, in a war of over a hundred thousand people, the strength of a high-level attendant was only enough to protect himself. Locke continued. He and the others had been led by Uncle Joshak to fight against Karlian on the left side of Gaden Highlands. The pale yellow beautiful plain had been turned into a sea of dark red blood and corpses. The war had not been over yet. On the first day, their team had lost two people, and on the third day, there had been also casualties... Only a week had passed, and there had been only four people left in Jake's team. All the janissaries had been dead, and both the third-class soldiers had been either dead or disabled. The disabled one had been in the middle of the battlefield, and no one could have brought him back to the rear. After obtaining his consent, Uncle Joshak had taken action and given him a quick death. Both sides had not needed prisoners. Everyone had known this very well. Rather than being tortured to death after being captured, it was better to end his life. In the following battles, although Joshak, a second-class soldier, had been the only one left to lead three third-class soldiers, the team of Joshak still had strength to combat, and they had reached a tacit understanding. So they had not lost any member in the later battles. After all, war was war, and it was full of uncertainty. After a month of non-stop fighting, all the troops had been scattered. The vast Godard had carried more than 100,000 people and corpses. When Locke had been on duty at night, their camp had been attacked. In the melee, Locke could not have returned to the camp to meet with Uncle Joshak and the others. Years of marching at night and his young body gave Locke a good night vision ability. But that night, he would rather not have this ability. Because there had been dangers everywhere, and there had been many enemies coming to attack. Locke could not have seen the end of the sea of people. He had fought and retreated, running and running. On the second day, he had not known where he had been, and there had been battles everywhere. Therefore, Locke had joined a battle group nearby. In the evening, after a day and a night of surprise attack, the enemy had retreated. Locke and the other soldiers on Faustine's side had sat on the ground. Beside the bonfire, Locke had found out that he had run to the Fierce Tiger Corps' combat area. However, they had also been scattered. Among them were the Fierce Tiger Army Legio II and III, and even a few logistics corps. Of course, most of the people were from the Fierce Tiger Corps. There had been also many people from Legio Aquilae and Wolf Warriors Corps. Everyone had worked together for an entire day. After cleaning up the corpses of their comrades and settling down the wounded soldiers, there had been more than two hundred people. Under the call of the only captain at that time, they had sat down and eaten together. Locke had been working for an entire day and night. After drinking two mouthfuls of meat soup, he had fallen into a deep sleep. There had been a little benefit in not having a direct senior officer. There had been no need to be on night duty. The senior officer had not known you. In the following days, there had been battles every day. Locke could not left the group to search for their battalion. Thus, these two hundred plus people had continued to fight under the lead of the Fierce Tiger Corps captain named Fuss. At this time, they had already lost contact with the military forces. The homing pigeons had long since died. They had not known where they would have sent people to obtain battle orders. Commander Fuss had led them to the center of Gordon Highlands, the place where Legio Leones had been. Legio Leones was the trump card legion of the Faustine Kingdom. The place they had fought would have also been the place where the final battle would have begun. The reason why Locke and his temporary troops had had no choice but to come was that after so many years of war, everyone had fought their guts out. All the cowards had died long ago. The second was that if they left the team for more than twenty days, they would be regarded as missing. Missing was only better than deserting. As for deserters, after being sentenced, their family would be reduced to slaves, and they would be beheaded at the entrance of the military camp to worship the flag. If someone was missing, there would be little compensation for their families. First, it was because the nobles had the principle of not spending money if they could. Second, it was because the military forces could not determine whether the missing people had escaped or had been captured, or dead. In short, in this case, most of the soldiers could not leave the army for too long, especially the soldiers who were born as civilians. Locke had joined the army for two years and had known this very well. At worst, he would have died in battle. Locke had thought this way more than once. After all, the compensation obtained from dying in battle was enough for the families of three to live for five years without starving. In the late autumn of the year 1345 of Omor's calendar, in a corner of the central plains in the western region of Karlian, a troop of about 3,000 men of Faustine, and a troop of about 2,000 men of Karlian had engaged in a battle. A lion roar diagram was engraved on the black war banner of Faustine, showing that this troop belonged to the trump troop of Faustine Kingdom, Legio Leones. On the red war banner of the other troop, a wolf howled at the sky. This was the trump troop of Karlian, Wolf Warriors. The battle had already begun for an unknown period of time. The total number of five thousand people in a corps had created this flesh grinding bloody scene. This side had surrounded the other side with the advantage of numbers. There seemed to be more supernatural forces on the other side, and they had also been holding on. Less than three thousand people had been killed. At this time, there had been no clear distinction between friend and foe on the battlefield. Everyone had been fighting with the enemy closest to him. They had used swords, knives, teeth, and everything. Everyone had been stained with blood, their own or others'. At first sight, this had been the scene that the temporary team that Locke was in had seen. The leader of the team, Captain Fuss, had immediately activated his Battle Aura and spurred his warhorse, leading them into the battlefield. When such a large group of people had appeared, the commanders of the two armies had noticed it. Karlian had been struggling to hold on. When he had seen the enemy reinforcements coming, almost all of them had been determined to die. Because everyone had been in a chaotic battle, there had been no way out. Without a way out, Karlian had become even more fierce, so the war had become even more ferocious. The commander of the Faustine Kingdom had been Legate of Legio Leones' Third Corps, a high-level knight attendant. His Third Corps and Karlian's troops had been fighting back and forth in Gordon Highlands for half a month. This had been a great opportunity to wipe out Karlian's army. As a higher-ups, he had known that the Faustine Kingdom had one more province than the Karlian Kingdom, and its strength was stronger. Moreover, there had been a drought in the country for two years, and civilians had had not have food to eat, and could only have come to eat military food, and recruiting troops had been not a problem. Therefore, the higher-ups of the kingdom had been intended to defeat Karlian Kingdom. Although the number of casualties in the Third Corps led by him had been more than half, as long as he had killed the enemy on the opposite side and scattered their designation, he would have been meritorious. He had been happy to see this unknown reinforcements. This had been the last straw that broke the camel's back. In fact, according to the methods of ordinary veterans, they should have slipped when they encountered such a large-scale melee. However, this had not the case after they had been discovered by the two sides. Karlian had thought that the enemy troops had come to reinforce them again. Instead, they had rushed to them like a trapped beast. Legate, the commander of Faustine's army, had also been happy to reduce his losses and lead the enemy to Locke and the others. The Captain Fuss, who had led Locke and the others, had been either a rash young man or a noble who had just wanted the title. He had not known the cruelty of war at all. Instead, he had rushed forward. There had been no choice, so Locke and the others had to go. Sure enough, the moment the two armies had begun to fight, the situation had become one-sided. On one side was the most powerful troops of Karlian. On the other side was the temporary miscellaneous troops. They had known each other for less than a week, and they had not trusted each other. Everyone had been fighting on their own and had become the fish on Karlian's chopping board. As for that Captain, he had been the first person to collide with the Karlian army. His Battle Aura had given him a stronger power, which had also given him a stronger reaction force. After holding on for a while, the head that had flown over five meters high should have been his. The commander-in-chief had been killed, and the team of more than 200 people had been knocked down layer by layer like cutting wheat. Locke had been in the center of the team. He had watched with his own eyes as the temporary captain's head had been flying up high, and his comrades around him had been falling one by one. Locke had been in the army for three years, and his hands had been stained with blood. The people he had killed have equaled to a team of ten people. He had killed others before, but now it was someone else's turn to kill him. Although he had not taken life and death seriously long ago, he still could not have been so calm when facing death. The most powerful army was indeed superior. Although they had fought for half a month, the combat strength of Karlian's Wolf Warriors Corps could still not have been underestimated. Legate in the Legio Leones III, had thought that it was about time. He had waved his hand and led the corps of the guard cavalry near him to rush forward. The situation of Locke and the others had not been optimistic. Among more than 200 people, over 100 had been killed by Karlian. The commander of the Wolf Warrior had also been a high-level knight attendant. He had taken the lead and led less than 300 people to break up the formation of Locke and the others. The middle-level knight attendant, Captain Fuss had had his head chopped off by him. At this time, Legate of the Third Corps, had led more than 700 men to surround Karlian. That's right, the Third Corps had been using Locke and the other exterior aid that had suddenly appeared as bait. Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill! Locke had crazily brandished his iron sword. In this kind of close combat, it was not suitable to use a long spear. His long spear had been thrown away when they had just fought. Locke had known that he and the others had been surrounded. He dare not hold back his strength, nor dare he stay in one position. He had fought and retreated. He had not known whether had been the hope of survival. He had only needed to live longer than others. Even if they had been surrounded, this temporary team had still erupted with their potential. More than 100 people had formed a circle to block Karlian's desperate attack. At this time, Locke had been close to the main battlefield of Wolf Warriors Corps and Legio Leones. This had also been the outermost area of the battle. Locke's strength could only be considered to be in the middle of the group that had been temporarily pieced together, and it was even inferior. Although he had not had strong strength, he had been smart. He had known that hiding in the innermost area was useless. He would just have been died a little later. This group of Karlian's eyes had been red, and they had not cared about his attack with injury at all. This had been definitely not something that his temporary team could have resisted. If they had wanted to live now, they had to run to places with more people. Surely, they could not have run to a place where there had been many people surrounding them but a place outside the encirclement. Only by rushing out could one see the hope of survival.