Bone Luck –

Horses and horses drove from afar, and wooden wheels nailed with a layer of iron rolled on the ground, leaving a few ruts in the wet ground.

"Alas......" An Likui, who was guarding the camp gate with Diego, sighed listlessly and muttered quietly, "There is another war......

Carrying a heavy car into the camp gate, Diego, who had no energy like An Likui, glanced at his colleague, "Don't you like to make money very much? ”

"That's different!" An Likui shook the spear in his hand, and the corners of his mouth grinned, "It was before, and now it is now, I have money now, why should I fight...... With all that money, I can go back to my hometown and buy ......."

"Shhhh

Hearing An Likui's words, Diego was frightened into a cold sweat and quickly told him to shut his mouth.

An Likui also realized what was happening, his face suddenly turned pale, his mouth was closed, and he stared at the goods that were constantly being transported into the barracks.

It took a while for the two of them to breathe a sigh of relief, and the others didn't even know what had happened before.

The soldiers of the army are the most superstitious, whether they are low-level soldiers or middle and high-level officers, they are quite superstitious, and there are some things that cannot be said, and once they say it, they are very likely to not survive on the battlefield.

Like the Razel soldiers, they believed that they had to take a bath before the war, and no matter how long they hadn't bathed before, they had to take a bath before and after the war, otherwise they would be more likely to die in battle.

Diego and Anriqui also don't know how this superstition was passed down, there are too many versions circulating in the army, and the credibility is not very high.

In addition to these superstitions, there are also some words, such as 'go back to get married', 'go back to your hometown', 'retire after this battle', etc., these words must not be said, once they are said, not only may be themselves, but even those who hear these words around them may be affected.

Now that the war seemed to be about to start again, An Likui almost said that sentence, and they couldn't help but be taken aback.

After relaxing, An Likui supported his body with his spear, trying to divert the topic: "Diego, have you heard? It is the 'Marquis of Elfaro', like our Majesty, who has come to the front line in person, otherwise the other side will not be so energetic recently." If he does come, will the decisive battle begin?"

But his words didn't sound very good, Diego sighed, and said heavily: "Yes, there may be a decisive battle......"

Then, An Likui also fell silent.

If there is a decisive battle, it will be a good thing and a bad thing-

For the nobles and commoners, this was a good thing, because the war was finally over, but for the soldiers, it was not a good thing, because the war was finally over......

If there is a decisive battle, there will definitely be a lot of deaths, right? So among the people who died, would there be one or two of them?

For Diego and Enrique, war is unpredictable, perhaps at the hands of a knight, at the hands of a tributary, at the hands of a spell, at the hands of an enemy's swordmen, or at the hands of one's own people......

After all, it's 'war'!

Seeing that the convoy had all entered the barracks and the gate was about to close, An Likui opened his mouth, and the words 'I want to go home' could not be said.

Who else in this barracks, except for the money-hungry and the murderous, wants to stay on the battlefield?

War will kill people, many people will die, stay on the battlefield, who knows if the next person to die will not be himself?

Military regulations - At least the military regulations of the Rezel family army are stricter than the military regulations of other armies, as they not only guard Greenlandch and its surroundings, but some of the legions are from the border.

The friction on the border is much stronger than in the mainland, but even so, many people are still afraid of the decisive battle.

They did not dare to discuss what was coming in the decisive battle, but the people of other armies dared, and the armies of other nobles dared to discuss it!

When Diego and Anrique were resting, the sound of bits and pieces of conversation around them would always enter their ears.

"Fighting...... Dead ......"

"Elfaro...... Your Majesty......"

"We ...... War ......"

"Let's go!"

An irritated Diego let out a low roar, picked up the jerky and beer, and left the place with his head down.

An Likui followed, took a bite of the jerky, it was very dry, and the taste was not very good, the meat was very hard, and he could only chew a few bites and swallow it.

The beer didn't taste very good either, and it wasn't just them who had a drink, but the rest of the army too, and walking back to their tents, they could see that everyone was drinking and eating meat except for those who had decided to keep vigil.

The decisive battle is really coming...... Is it?

Enrique followed behind Diego, chewing on the dry piece of meat as if chewing 'hope', and swallowed it hard, bite after bite.

The remnant sun was like blood, as if he wanted this place to be covered with blood, so Diego refused to look up, his eyes were always looking for shadows, the timidity in his heart made his heart beat faster, looking at those shadows, he really wanted to hide in like those wanderers who could sneak into the shadows, and wait until the decisive battle before coming out.

The remnant sun had gradually receded, and the coldness had re-climbed the soldiers' skins, and under the campfire, the white air was no longer so clearly visible.

Even though the cold winter was far away, the cold and ruthless winter girl didn't give them any time to breathe, wrapped in the quilt, Diego and An Likui lay in the tent, listening to the snoring of other comrades, but they didn't feel sleepy at all.

'Fighting is to kill, but it is ...... us who die'

'It's the same with Elfaro, and His Majesty is more merciful. ’

We can all live until the end of the war...... Hey, why don't you speak?'

The words lingered in their heads, making them frighteningly clear, and even the icy air and quiet atmosphere didn't calm their hearts.

Even though the snoring sound is close to the ear, the 'plopping' heartbeat is particularly harsh.

To them, silence seemed to mean oppression, and the darkness in the tent made their minds fall into a state of fear......

They didn't choose to cry, because that was a sign of cowardice, and it was difficult for the cowardly to survive on the battlefield, and when faced with the enemy, they couldn't even know what they should do now - they had long been filled with fear in their hearts and minds, so when they were crowded by their colleagues and pushed to the front, they were doomed to death without the favor of Lady Luck.

Enrique and Diego didn't get a good rest, so when they woke up in the morning, their brains were groggy and they were always half a beat slower when doing things.

But it's not just them, it's many more people who don't seem to have slept well – there are many more than them!

They slowly munched on their breakfast—two loaves of bread and a beer, and it looked the same as ever.

Seeing this, they were also a little relieved.

Supplies were just delivered yesterday, probably because of this, so they had a meal last night...... The soldiers comforted themselves in their hearts, and then forced the corners of their mouths and yawned.

"Ha~~" An Likui yawned and smashed his mouth, "It's so sleepy...... Hope to get a good night's sleep tonight. ”

As soon as the words fell, a voice rang out in the sky: "Krylov Alfred Berg Reizer!"

The soldiers in the barracks stopped their work and looked around blankly, not knowing where the voice came from and who the name was......

"Let's go to the decisive battle!"

Diego's yawn came to an abrupt halt, his mouth wide open, staring blankly at the sky, and suddenly remembered whose name it was.

Their Majesty the King, Krylov III!