She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 61: Northern Battlefield

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"What's your name?"

"My name is Bud, and I'm from Greythorn."

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

Lorraine Hill looked at the boy and did not open his mouth to comfort him.

"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.

Hearing Roland Hill say the same, the boy lowered his head even more, and put his hands by his side, feeling that no position was appropriate.

"What are you going to do when this happens in the future?"

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

"Have you ever heard of a man who never makes mistakes in his life?"

"... ... No."

"And then, what should I do next time, continue to stand there stupidly, waiting for a kind person to save you?"

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

Looking at the boy, Loren Hill suddenly realized the mood of Mr. Lu Xun back then, that is, mourning his misfortune and angering him.

She is not the kind of Virgin who wants to save everyone. After all, the path of life is your own choice. If you help a lot, sometimes you will accumulate hatred. The other party will also say that this is not what he wants, but you. Forced it to me.

Well, the girl was about to turn around and leave.

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

Roland Hill turned to look at the boy who wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, his face flushed with anxiety.

"If one day your heart is too uncomfortable and you can't bear it, imagine yourself as a rock without feelings, and it will feel better."

Roland Hill stepped on the gray boots and left the alley. The black robe slowly floated and fell in the sea breeze, leaving only the boy's back.

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In the northern part of the West Wind Kingdom, stratospheric clouds roll across the sky, and only some weeds grow sporadically on the dry Gobi Desert. When the trade winds from the south pass through the mountains and wilderness to reach here, they have long been filtered out of the moist breath from the sea water. It became dry and mixed with the smell of dust.

The sun hangs high, and the scorching sun bakes the earth. Soldiers lined up in neat formations marching forward in front of the battlefield, and then stood still. The high-hanging blue starlight wheat flags were blown by the wind and came from time to time. The sound of flags rolling.

There are two camps in the huge wilderness, with a total of about 200,000 people. The fronts on both sides stretch from one end of the Gobi Desert to the other end of the sky. The entire field of vision is endless.

On one side is the allied army of nobles from the West Wind Kingdom. They are led by Wabuk, the Duke of Rock Wall in the north. They have assembled the army of 37 families in the north. Flags of various colors are fluttering in the array. These soldiers are dressed in different clothes. Mail armor, some wear simple leather armor, and a few wear all-steel armor.

They are roughly divided into areas by clan, each clan is responsible for a part of the front, and overall the army in the middle and the edges of the flanks is stronger, while the rest is slightly weaker.

Behind the West Wind Coalition Army is the private army of the Grand Duke of Rock Wall. They wear copper-colored metal armor, reflecting bursts of golden light in the sun. The private army of these rock-faced dukes is the famous mountain bronze army in the north. The armor on their bodies is made of steel mixed with oregano. Although heavy, it is also very tough and has a strong defense. The spear and round shield held in his hand were also mixed with a small amount of oregano, and the strength reached the extraordinary silver level.

There is a rare mountain copper ore in the fief of the Grand Duke Yanbi, which is very good for making armor. Even ordinary craftsmen can easily make silver grades. Unfortunately, the output of mountain copper is not much. The Duke of Yanbi has saved more than ten years. An elite army of more than 1,000 people has been accumulated.

The soldiers of the Mountain Copper Legion are all Sequence 2 or above, which is also the place where the Grand Duke Yanbi is most proud. He accumulated a lot of wealth by relying on the violent extortion in the north, and only then did he support such a powerful army.

On the other side of the battlefield, the flags are more uniform, with the pattern of starlight wheat ears. The armor they wear is also made of steel, but there are many inconsistencies and burrs in the corners. It can be seen that most of these armors are It was out of work recently. These warriors were dark-faced, most of them had calluses on their hands from long-term labor, and the clothes on the inside of the armor were also worn and washed white.

The soldiers in front were holding long spears and shields, and they were lined up in extremely neat square formations. There were only a small number of archers in the back, unlike the aristocratic coalition that had many crossbows.

The Grand Duke of Rock Wall of this generation rode on a high-headed horse, looking at the rebel army opposite, his gray beard cracked into a smile.

"I didn't expect the rebel leader on the opposite side to be an academic." There was a funny and sarcastic expression on his face.

"Willifer, if you lead troops in the future, don't imitate the other party."

"Why, my father, I think they are so neatly arranged, and their fighting power should be very strong."

"Strong shit." The old duke uttered a foul language with a look of disdain.

"I despise these stupid people who read and read."

"When I was young, when I was fighting the barbarians, the commander sent by the royal family was the academy who graduated from Emenas."

"It's really stupid to talk about combat plans, logistical maintenance, task allocation, and queuing training as soon as you come up."

"Where does he think this is? Those big-headed soldiers are just here for a meal. You talk to them about glory. They just think about how to make money and how to prostitute women."

"As expected, the people below didn't bother to pay attention to him. After all kinds of orders were passed on, unless he was there in person, he would do as he did to save face for the king. If he wasn't there, who would act foolishly against the sun."

"What happened later?" asked Willief, the old duke's son, curiously.

"Later, he learned to be smart. He asked the king to supervise the team, supervise the training of the people below, arrange formations, etc., and he was barely able to practice."

"It's a pity that there's no use for birds. Once on the battlefield, life and death are in the blink of an eye. Whoever's mother still controls the formation, it's just that I'll cut a few more times if I'm good at it. If I'm hurt by someone, I'll run back. The overall front is not scattered, and slowly the opponent makes dumplings, and basically wins."

"What if you can't beat it?"

"If you can't beat it, run away, silly boy." The old father looked at his son with a mentally retarded look.

Willief was silent, turned his head to look at the army on the opposite side, and asked after a while, "Then how did you defeat the barbarians."

"Although that commander was too naive, he couldn't hold back that he was indeed a genius. With the strength of Sequence 7, he directly smashed through the enemy's formation, picked the head of the opposite leader on the tip of his spear, and then the barbarians fled, otherwise the battle would be real. Hard to say."

"Reborn Financial Giants"

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

"And the leader of the rebel army on the opposite side is that he doesn't have any great skills. He thinks he has read a few books, and what kind of formation is he going to make. Look at it, when the fight starts, the crowd is crowded and chaos will suddenly arise. Who would stand stupidly? In the same place, in order to maintain the formation, I was beaten in place, hahaha.”