The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Victor was lying on the hospital bed. He was naked to the upper body, a white bandage passed diagonally across his left shoulder and then tied around his waist a few times. Bandages were also wrapped around his legs and arms, and some of these bandages had been stained red by the bleeding blood.

Victor's face was pale, and his beautiful beard lost its luster. In fact, Victor's situation has been unstable since he was injured and unconscious. He occasionally convulsed violently, at which time his wound would burst open.

"Head Chechen, thank you for coming to see our captain." An old soldier with a yellow and white goatee said to Chechen. This veteran was the chef of the infantry team, named Walter, a Prussian. Walter was originally a mercenary, but he was in bad luck, and like most mercenaries, he was a big soldier in his life. When he was old and weak and was about to retire, it was Victor who left him in the infantry team. Walter holds a bowl of broth in his hand. People who are unconscious can't eat anything and can only rely on the broth to maintain nutrition.

"Don't say that, Walter. Victor is my elder. He is so badly injured now that I should come and see him if he is reasonable." Cheer Chen said embarrassedly. Had it not been for Pedro's reminder today, he hadn't realized so soon that he would come to see Victor's injury.

At six o'clock in the evening, Pidro, Tepes, and Al Gildas went to Lida Fort to attend the marshal's celebration banquet. Almost all the officers in the various barracks went. The soldiers who remained were out of control, and all ran to the Suijun Bazaar to be happy and happy. The merchants and the Orioles there knew that the war was over. Tonight might be their last day of business, and they were selling their drinks and flesh. The noise from the market even surpassed the salute of Lida Fort.

The relatively large camp was deserted a lot, and each camp had only a sparsely small group of people. These people either spent the last Taylor in their pockets before the war was won, or were injured in the war and can only stay in the camp.

Cheerchen glanced at Victor in a coma again. He asked Walter: "Walter, does the doctor say Victor has any hope of recovery?"

Walter shook his head. He sat on the other end of the hospital bed, placed the bowl of broth on an empty chair, and lifted Victor's body slightly.

"The doctor said that he has used the best medicine. It may depend on the captain's willpower if he can't wake up."

Cheerchen felt a little sad when he heard Walter say this. He recalled that Victor once said that he would retire when the war was over, and then took Mrs. Corff (maybe already Mrs. Victor at that time) back to his Spanish hometown. The words are still in my ears, but Victor may never wake up again.

"When I left Havana, my lovely hometown, you couldn't think of how sad I was.

There are bright colorful clouds floating in the sky, and the beloved girl is leaning against me;

My dear, I would like to go to the ocean with you, flying freely on the sea like a dove;

Ride the wind and waves on the sea with your sails, you love me like a little pigeon.

Dear little pigeon, please come to my side,

We flew over the blue ocean and headed for faraway places.

When I return to my hometown of Havana, a good place, you are singing and waiting for me by the shore;

Mother, I miss you so much in a foreign land, I sing this parting song every night;

My dear, I would like to voyage with you, flying freely on the sea like a dove.

Ride the wind and waves on the sea with your sails, you love me like a little pigeon.

Dear little pigeon, please come to my side,

We flew over the blue ocean and headed for faraway places. "

Che Chen silently hummed this folk song from his hometown. He hoped that Victor could hear it and flew back to Spain like a pigeon.

After a song was sung, the tent was quiet again. For a long time, only the sound of Walter's spoon hitting the bowl was left.

"Is Head Chechen here?"

At this time, a voice came in from outside the tent. Before Cheerchen could answer, he opened the curtain and walked in.

This man has long brown hair with a shawl, is over forty years old, and is wearing a half breastplate. His figure is tall and straight, and his bare bronze hands are as strong as steel.

After entering the tent, the soldier glanced at the three of them, and his gaze quickly settled on Chechen.

"Are you the leader Chelchen?" the man asked.

Cheorchen stood up from the edge of the bed.

"Yes, I am Alvar Chechen." Chechen replied.

The soldier introduced himself: "My name is Karlsson and I serve under Marshal Brahe Wichensburg. I am ordered by the Marshal to invite Chief Chechen to Lidaburg."

"What's the matter?" Cheerchen asked. He remembered that he had dodged that he would not go to the banquet, but now the Marshal sent someone to invite himself again. There must be other things~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don’t know, I just asked you to go to Lidaburg. "Carlsson replied tightly.

Knowing that there is nothing to ask from Karlsson, Cheorchen nodded. Although he didn't want to go to Lidaburg, which was soaked in blood, Brahe Wichensburg ordered someone to call himself. He had to go if he didn't want to, or he would disobey the military order.

Out of the tent, Cheechen looked at the sky. Tonight is a good weather, and the night sky is full of stars. The barracks were lifeless, and the brightest lights were on both sides of the barracks, where they were like daylight against the flames. A Corsson's entourage led two horses, and Cheerchen and Corsson got on their horses and headed towards Lida Fort.

Along the way, Cheerchen and Corsson chatted. Corsson was obviously a talkative person. He talked to Cheerchen about everything except for the reason why the Marshal asked Cheerchen to go to Lida Fort. When approaching Lida Fort, Cheer Chen had already got a general idea of ​​Corson's life. These weren't asked by Cheer Chen, but Corzon said on his own.

Korsson participated in the Battle of Yankov. In that battle, Corsson defeated the best German Legion under the command of General Lennart Torstenson, and that was also his most glorious and happiest moment. Because of this feat, General Lennart Torstenson recommended him to Brahe Wiichensburg. Soon after he entered the command of the Marshal, he participated in the Battle of Lida Fort.

During the chat, Cheor Chen felt that Corson's memory didn't seem to be so good. After saying the same thing to Cheerchen, he said the same thing to Cheerchen again after a while.

"Corzon, we seem to have arrived."

When Corsson was going to talk about his service experience for the third time, Cheerchen interrupted Corsson.

At the ruined gate of Lidaburg, two Swedish soldiers with halberds stood around.