brother wolf

The two armies faced each other across the river, and the melted snow from the snow-capped mountains flowed into the Rice River, making this gentle and quiet river turbulent and turbid.

This is the situation we are currently facing. The Gelts rely on the spring flood of the Rhine to avoid the main attack of the Imperial Legion. Now it is time-consuming and labor-intensive to mobilize a large number of ships to cross the river, temporarily forming a stalemate.

There are a total of nearly two Ross legions gathered here, plus their respective joint legions, a total of nearly 5000 people, forming a group army, with a general directly appointed by the emperor as the commander-in-chief.

This general is named Yate, nearly sixty years old, with gray temples. From his resolute eyes, it can be seen that he is not one of those noble generals who sit on the corpse, but has climbed to his current position step by step in the bloody battle on the battlefield. It seems that a few words can be used to describe this old and vigorous general: upright, experienced, conservative, and stubborn.

Golden Retriever once suggested sending some troops to go around the downstream shoal to cross the river and lie in wait, attacking back and forth with the main force preparing to cross the river, but the old general rejected it because it was too risky.

The Golden Retriever had a little conflict with the old general. In the end, the two broke up, and neither of them could convince the other. Seeing the Golden Retriever's furious appearance because he didn't get obedience, I almost thought that he would directly change back to his original shape and kill this man He was an old general, but he just glanced at his superior coldly, saluted, turned and walked out of the tent.

It seems that after being in human society for a long time, Golden Retriever also knows what compromise is.

I followed the golden retriever out of the tent and looked back. General Yate was holding the table with his hand, his face was a little pale, obviously he was still worried about the confrontation just now.

I am somewhat fortunate that this old general is not a narrow-minded person. On the contrary, although he is stubborn and conservative, he has the characteristic of generosity and open-mindedness unique to soldiers, and he will not secretly stumble because of differences of opinion with junior officers. son.

The problem now is that according to my understanding of Golden Retriever, it is impossible for him to give up his plan, and he will definitely act secretly on his own.

My guess was right.

In the past few days, the Golden Retriever deliberately ran far away to inspect the terrain under the guise of hunting.

There are lush grasses and woods growing on the edge of the river. A black owl with an old and prudent face is standing on a tree and taking a nap. It should be busy hunting all night, even chattering beside it. The robins flying around failed to wake it up.

They were once regarded by human beings as some kind of scary forest goblins. I think walking in the woods in the middle of the night, hearing its shrill cry and then seeing this bird face that resembles a human face will really give people a lot of attention. The nerves are greatly stimulated.

The Golden Retriever carefully observed the river while checking whether any prey had broken into the trap he set last time.

In order to pretend to be decent, he even asked the soldiers who were hunters in the barracks how to arrange traps and set traps. For his unprofessional behavior, the old general Yate was very critical, and once even scolded the golden retriever face to face , It's a pity that the golden retriever has taken it as a deaf ear.

I suspect he will write a report to the Emperor that night, demanding the replacement of this sleazy, whimsical legion commander.

The golden retriever whistled, "Hi, Seles, this is it." He pointed to a shallow beach not far ahead.

The golden retriever walked over and began to take off his clothes. He was wearing the common breastplate worn by soldiers of the Ross Legion. Binding toe armor.

I watched him throw clothes on the ground one after another, very heroic, but when I saw that he even took off the last piece of clothing that covered his body, I was a little surprised. Did he plan to swim naked? ?

Seeing the golden retriever's naked body, it seems that's what he planned.

In the wild, the golden retriever stretched his limbs without any scruples, turned his head and bared his white teeth at me, and said with a smile, "This is the most comfortable way."

He strode toward the river.

I struggled for three seconds between following and not following, and finally decided to follow.

The river in spring was very cold, and I shivered when I stepped in.

I was swimming next to Golden Retriever, and his swimming style has evolved from dog planing to similar to freestyle. Did he practice in the large bathroom in Morse City?

The Rice River is not too wide, and we finally climbed to the bank before we were exhausted. The golden retriever was not as refreshing as it was at the beginning, but kept trembling and stomping, finally knew it was cold?I thought my thick hair was still there, but I dared to be so arrogant, I said silently in my heart.

We endured the biting cold, and the golden retriever put on the soaked peasant kimono we brought over, and we began to explore the woods.

It is more than 20 kilometers away from the Gaelt camp, but we still dare not risk a fire to dry our clothes and bodies.

We roughly checked the surrounding several square kilometers and made sure that there were no traces of the Gelts. I followed Jin Mao, who was wearing rough shoes made of a whole piece of sheepskin, in a place full of thorns, roots, grass, The muddy forest was worn out, and the soles of the feet were dripping with blood.

The golden retriever frowned slightly, but still walked forward with a steady and unhesitating pace, as if he didn't feel any pain.

I recalled that on the grassland, I once saw a lion whose paw was stabbed by a thick thorn and could not be taken out. Later, the wound festered and died at the mouth of a cheetah, which was far from its opponent.

The paws of lions are easily injured.Even sharp stones can leave deep wounds on the soles of their feet.

We swam back to the other side before dark.

The golden retriever put on the cold and heavy armor, touched my cold and wet fur, and walked in front of me without saying a word, I knew he was exhausted.

After passing through the woods, our tethered horse sneezed at our return, and the little patch of grass around it had been gnawed down to nothing but bare roots close to the ground.

The golden retriever rode on the horse, and we returned to the barracks as fast as possible.

I thought I could rest soon, but the old general Yate felt that he should exercise the proficiency of cooperation between the two legions, and decided to conduct some joint training.

He ordered half of the soldiers to mix together for a ten-kilometer march with heavy loads. When he saw the golden retriever coming back from the outside on a horse, his face darkened and he pointed with his hand. The legionnaires who came out of him immediately dispersed and surrounded him in the middle.

I wanted to follow, but the golden retriever stopped me, ordered the attendants who followed me, and led the team to set off.

I followed the steward, who led me into the tent, lit a fire of coals, and brought me my plate with half a sheep on it, which was my supper.

When I was drowsy, the golden retriever opened the tent and walked in.

The golden retriever stood the shield on the corner of the wall, took off the helmet, took off the breastplate, untied the metal pieces tied to the feet, and lay down on the chair relaxedly.

The shield of the Russian army is a long circular convex body, about [-] meters high and [-] meters wide, which can cover most of the lower body. It is made of wood, and it is usually covered with animal skins. Reinforced with metal bars.

This is a very heavy piece of equipment, and it is definitely a test to carry it along with the armor and other necessary items on the march.

The attendant came in with a basin of hot water from the outside, and the moment the golden retriever put his feet in, he muttered something, and I could tell he was cursing something.

After soaking for a while, he took out his feet, and I walked over gently. His feet were really horrible, covered with large and small wounds and blisters, and I licked his wounds.The night was spent in the golden retriever tossing and turning in pain.

Above our heads, there are a few cold stars in the night sky, and a half moon hangs in the sky. We lead the army forward in the soft and hazy moonlight. The trees rush towards us like ghosts, and the nocturnal birds make creepy calls , everyone held their breath quietly and hurried on their way.

A narrow path had been cleared in the woods by the advance team.

The thick fog spreads in the forest, and the upper part of the trees can be seen standing on the billowing white thick fog. As long as the movement is a little slower, the people in front will be swallowed by the thick fog, and it will be difficult to find them again. its trace.

Golden Retriever and I stood by the river, and soldiers walked past us one by one.

They stepped into the river and waded across the dark surface on two strong ropes.

The two ropes were also set up by Jin Mao and the advance team.

This dense fog appeared just in time.

We appeared like ghosts at the Celtic camp in the middle of the night.

The war was bloody and cruel. Soldiers wielded their sharp Koryan daggers and slashed heavily at those sleepy-eyed enemies. They chopped off arms or other body parts from their bodies, leaving their bodies bloody and their internal organs exposed.

I followed the golden retriever and looked at the bloody scenes in front of me. Sometimes I felt that only a large-scale war can make people truly understand what cruelty is, which is unbearable. In the end, they will either collapse or become numb.

No wonder there used to be a special term "war sequelae" to describe soldiers who were greatly stimulated and developed psychological abnormalities on the battlefield.

The ancient people were a little bit better at this point, at least they had just escaped from the primitive society not long ago, not only in life, but also in their bones they still retained the wildness.

A legionnaire planted a flag on the felled Celtic banner. It was a majestic lion, and it looked down on the life under its feet with disdain.

A miracle was created that night. The Golden Retriever used half of the army to destroy nearly ten thousand Gelts, but his own damage was almost negligible.Even the old general Yate was amazed, and had to sigh, maybe another genius general turned out to be born.

The reputation of the Lionheart Legion spread throughout the empire, and the Galts also remembered this bloody lesson.