Chuck ended his patrol. He opened the curtain and got into the tent. Under the dim light, several comrades snored loudly.
Chuck kicked two of them and said, "Hey, it's past midnight, it's your turn."
"Uh-huh..." The two muscular warriors opened their sleepy eyes and began to get dressed.
"Fuck, I was dreaming about making out with Midnight Rose's top star!" One of the soldiers muttered and cursed.
"Tch, you can only have sex in your dreams. It is said that the price of some of the top brands of Midnight Rose has reached 100 gold coins a night. How can a poor guy like you afford to sleep?" Chuck curled his lips. retorted dismissively.
"Can't sleep? You're kidding!" The soldier cheered up: "I'm different from you guys who have to take care of the whole family. I can feed one person and the whole family is not hungry. It's not like you who get the first monthly military pay." My first reaction is to send it home. All my money is deposited in the Imperial Bank. In the past few years, I have at least five or six hundred gold coins. When the time comes, let alone sleep for one night, I can pack her up and sleep with her for a week."
"Why are you so pretentious? Sooner or later, there will be a time when you can live your life counting copper coins. But now, you still have to go out and patrol!" Chuck ignored the two soldiers who were already fully dressed. He simply washed up and then left. He took out a quill pen and ink from his backpack, and took out a very old diary from under the pillow.
Writing a diary is a habit that Chuck has developed a long time ago. Even after joining the army, he would spend a few minutes writing something before going to bed every day. It seemed that only by recording something could he fall asleep. It was the same today. He put the ink on the bed, then got into bed and lay down on his stomach, using the dim light to start writing in his diary.
"May 27th, sunny." Chuck recorded the date. He thought for a moment, and then wrote: "It has been three and a half years since I joined the army. I still remember that two or three years ago, the empire was at a comprehensive disadvantage on the battlefield, but now , our vanguard army has entered the hinterland of the Stoke Empire, and many brothers said that if everything goes well through this valley, it will only take more than a week to see the thousand-year-old ancient capital."
Chuck couldn't help but hesitate a little when he wrote this. He went on to write: "It's really strange to say that just a month ago, our front-line regiments had a few hard fights with those southern guys. But since entering the Fifth Months later, the Yankee regiment seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Many of the fortresses that we had not attacked were only empty shells. Except for a few sentries responsible for guarding, there was almost no formal resistance. Even if we caught those poor The guys tortured them severely, but they still couldn't explain why. They just said that news came from the thousand-year-old capital, asking them to withdraw their main force to the direction of the imperial capital. As for the reason, they didn't know.
Is this a trap set by Stoker for us
Forget it, why are you thinking so much? Thanks to the leadership of the captain, we have been able to reach this point. Now we just need to trust his command. The empire is now gaining momentum all the way. Our Second Battalion of the Thirteenth Legion of the Second Legion may be the first to climb the wall of the thousand-year-old capital. If I can personally pick up such an honor, I think my younger brothers and sisters will also be proud of me.
As for those two old guys? They tried every possible means to stop me and wanted me to farm at home instead of going to the city. By now, if their son becomes a hero of the empire, think about it... they will also forgive me, right? Speaking of which, I haven’t eaten the barbecue pie made by my mother for four or five years...
Forget it, there's no point in thinking so much about family matters. Their monthly military pay has been sent back on time, so they should be living a pretty good life. Better think more about the war in front of you!
Another interesting thing is that while the imperial troops were retreating, many civilians in the south continued to move north with their families. They are always talking about devils, undead and the like.
How ridiculous! Even if you see that your homeland is about to perish, there is no need to curse the devil in your country, right? Are you giving yourself an excuse to escape? If that's the case, then these people are so pathetic.
Go for it! You cowardly cowards! Come and see the territory of the North Country! Go and see the people of the Northland! See what kind of nation conquered you! "
Chuck stopped holding the quill in his hand with some pride. He carefully pressed the diary under the pillow, put the quill and ink into his backpack, and then lay down to prepare for a good sleep.
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The shrill horn outside the tent broke Chuck's dream of being reunited with his family. He jumped up and armed himself as quickly as possible.
The horn just meant an enemy attack, and Chuck secretly screamed something bad. He had long felt that Stoke's show of weakness over the past month was like a trap, and it seemed that those cunning Southerners finally couldn't bear it anymore today.
"Come on, come on..." Chuck muttered excitedly while putting on his mail armor. Two or three years of battlefield life had made him have little fear of fighting. On the contrary, because of the boring month of marching and the long absence of blood, Chuck always felt that It was a bit boring, but Chuck was quite excited to have a battle today, even if he was at a disadvantage and was attacked by surprise.
In fact, not only him, but also the expressions on the faces of several other comrades in the tent were more excited than fearful.
"Come on, come on!" Chuck grabbed the scimitar and shield beside the bed and rushed out.
There was a little chaos in the military camp, but Chuck felt relieved when he saw this situation. There were not many enemies in the sneak attack, and the chaos in the military camp was only caused by surprise. As long as the other guys calmed down and stabilized their positions, it would be easy to destroy this group of idiots who overestimated their capabilities.
"Haha!" Chuck saw the enemy not far away and rushed forward with a knife.
Chuck's knife came with all his strength and his highest level six fighting spirit. The poor guy was cut in half by Chuck's knife from his right shoulder to his left waist.
"Bah! Dirty bastard!" Chuck spat at the dead body, but when he saw the body clearly with the help of the firelight, Chuck was stunned.
Because this corpse was in such a state of decomposition that it was not a living person at all!
"This..." Chuck opened his eyes wide.
"Oh, there are so many corpses popping up in the thousand-year-old capital! Their bodies are so rotten that they can still walk. It's terrible. I never want to go back!"
"Don't go there! There is a zombie wave in the south. They will kill all living creatures. You will die too if you go there!"
"Devil! Devil! The devil has come to the continent again! Death is about to spread throughout the continent!"
At this time, Chuck remembered the words of the southern refugees he met a few days ago, and he obviously dismissed those words at the time. But now after seeing the living zombies, Chuck began to consider the authenticity of those words again.
"Be careful!" A loud shout sounded from beside Chuck. Chuck felt his eyes blurred, and then the rusty and bloody two-handed sword grazed the tip of his nose and struck down. If the owner of the voice hadn't come to help in time, Chuck would have been cut in half just now.
"What are you thinking about?!" The comrade slapped Chuck on the back of the head and cursed: "I think about midnight roses when I go to bed, do you think about this kind of thing when you go to the battlefield?"
"Thank... thank you." Chuck wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Get to work quickly!" The comrades ignored Chuck and rushed to another walking corpse again.
Chuck also took a deep breath, expelled those distracting thoughts, and then entered the battlefield again.
Chuck stabbed the walker's heart with a knife, and nearly dry black blood flowed from the wound. Then Chuck kicked him away, and the zombie stopped moving.
Seeing this scene, Chuck couldn't help but fall into doubt again, but after what happened just now, Chuck didn't dare to waste more time thinking about it now. After confirming that the corpse was really no longer moving, Chuck once again asked Other enemies attacked.
The number of these corpses was only about half of the number of the Empire's brigade, and their movements were relatively slow, and their attacks were unsystematic. Therefore, when encountering the well-armed and well-trained Hawke Empire vanguard, it was naturally a one-sided massacre. Except for a few unlucky ones who were besieged or died in sneak attacks, the warriors of the Hawke Empire defeated their enemies very easily.