You and me under the world tree

So he only needs to be active as a warrior. Although the twelve warriors under the prince's command were all brave and good at fighting, they are still essentially the background of the powerful prince.

But it's not the same now after all.

Because in this eastern defense line, Wittig is the war executive.

He is not only the Supreme Commander of the Frontier Legion, but also the most powerful man here.

In other words, he is the backbone of everyone here.

As the backbone, he can't leave a bad impression on the fighters.

He must show a confident attitude, and he wants the soldiers to still be full of hope.

With an extremely complicated mood, Wittig just sorted out his facial expressions.

After confirming that there was no problem, he opened the door.

"is there anything?"

Looking at the two young warriors standing at the door, Wittig asked.

It may be because Wittig himself was more majestic, so for a while, the two young fighters stammered and couldn't say anything.

"Ah, this, we..."

After looking at each other, one of the soldiers began to stammer.

But before he could say something noteworthy and nutritious, another fighter elbowed him.

"It's not easy to say." He said reproachfully.

After taking a deep breath, the slightly calmer young man couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Master Wittig, this is for you."

Then Wittig saw the young warrior pull out three baked potatoes from his leather pouch.

But obviously, it's getting colder now.

And when he saw the potato, Wittig couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?" He said, "You..."

"We saved this, because we found that, Mr. Wittig, you don't seem to eat much recently."

Having said that, the soldier obviously hesitated.

He seemed to have guessed something, but quickly shook his head again.

"My mother said before that you can work hard when you are full. This is the same in the legion. Lord Wittig is the most heroic warrior here. Whether we can win this war depends entirely on you, so you You should eat enough."

"..."

When it came to the end, the two soldiers probably felt a little embarrassed, so they scratched their heads, and then turned their heads involuntarily.

Therefore, they did not notice Wittig's expression.

Complicated, bitter, and inexplicably reddened.

"It's all up to me..." he whispered.

"That's right, it's all up to you, my lord. We warriors don't have your strength, and we're not good at any kind of brutal magic, so you should have enough to eat."

This is the simplest and most realistic wish of the soldiers at the bottom.

Because they don't have the power to control the situation of the battle, they can only spend every day holding their own weapons, and they don't know when they will die.

Because of his powerlessness, he can only pin his hopes on other people.

Because of this, Wittig couldn't help but feel that the burden on his shoulders was even heavier.

"Then what if I can't reverse this decline?"

"..."

Maybe they hadn't thought about this aspect, so when Wittig said these words, the two young fighters were stunned.

There is no way to reverse the decline, which means that the Hungarian attack cannot be stopped.

"At that time, I'm afraid I... we will all die."

Finally, the young warrior spoke.

Anyone could tell that there was a tremor in his voice, because he was afraid and frightened.

Even though they are also soldiers with blood on their hands, they have struggled from several life-and-death fights to the present.

However, this does not mean that they can really put life and death aside.

Fear of death is an indelible instinct after all.

"Think about running away?"

"..."

Generally speaking, when the commanders in the army ask this question, the answer they want to hear is actually ready to come out.

Even if it's just a lie, they want to hear that their warriors are fearless in battle.

However, after gritting his teeth, he still shook his head.

"Thinking about it, but I can't run because my mother is in Wasgenstein."

Wasgenstein...

This place is a small town in the Grims region ruled by Limstein, and it is located behind the eastern defense line.

There is no doubt that if the eastern defense line is breached, Grimes, who has no natural and dangerous terrain to rely on, will be completely exposed to the iron heel of Hungary.

As for Wasgenstein, I am afraid that he will be the first to be hit.

After realizing this, Wittig suddenly had a glimmer of understanding in his heart.

"You are strong." He said involuntarily.

And this kind of praise inevitably flatters young people.

"No, me."

He subconsciously cast his eyes on his partner, but the young man next to him who was not good at speaking didn't know what to say.

"What's your name, young man?"

"My name is Walter."

"What about you?"

"Ilmin, I'm from Rendal."

The inarticulate young man replied.

He is from the frontier.

"For those who love you, and for those you love, do your best to survive." Wittig said, "Also, thank you for your potatoes."

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Good afternoon everyone_(:з」∠)_

The second is later...

Chapter 54: I might...

In the end, Wittig just closed the door of his room, leaving only the two soldiers at the door looking at each other.

Walter looked at Ilmin, and Ilmin looked at Walter.

In fact, they were not idiots, and what Wittig said earlier left an indelible mark in their hearts.

And in this case, for the two little fighters, they have no way to change anything.

Even guessing and trying to figure it out seems to be a very difficult thing for them.

But now, the abnormality shown by that powerful warrior in their eyes made them think of many bad things.

"Our previous guess was probably right."

After a moment of silence, Ilmin spoke.

Perhaps in the face of Wittig who was too stranger, Irmin would be nervous when speaking.

But when facing Walter as a friend, he didn't have so many scruples.

"Perhaps, there is not much food left in the entire legion. What Master Wittig said not long ago about the delay in food transportation is probably false. There is no transportation at all."

"..."

"Under such circumstances, even Lord Wittig doesn't have much confidence."

After hearing what his friend said, Walter's expression also became gloomy.

"Damn, I heard that most of the food so far is provided locally."

"Yes."

Irmin said quietly.

"Perhaps, today's border cities, including my hometown Rendal, are already dilapidated."

"The other lords in the kingdom..."

"Other lords will give support, but this support must be limited, because Elmrich can't suppress them at all."

Hearing this, Walter also understood what Ilmin wanted to say.

Because he also understands this aspect of things.

Although the lords are loyal to the king and the Gothic flag, it does not mean that they will definitely fight for that flag.

Especially under the premise that they are still 'lords'.

What is a lord?

Explain that they are still not kings.

If Etzel really leads the army to fight in, then they still have a chance to turn around.

This is the diplomacy and political wisdom of those lords.

These high-ranking big shots naturally have room for turnover, because they haven't reached the point where Elmrich has to fight to the death.

Maybe once he surrendered, and the power he possessed was also valued by Etzel, maybe he would be able to gain the dominance of the Goths logically.

Although nominally allegiance to Etzel is required, it does have a greater degree of autonomy.

You must know that when the Goths annexed the Netherlands, the Hengding family rose in this way.

Although King Hengding was later avenged by the Volsunger family, there is no scum left, but at this juncture, who would not want to repeat his deeds?

However, this kind of opportunity only belongs to these high-ranking big shots after all.

"Perhaps, we have already been abandoned. Who knows if those big figures in the kingdom have already started to prepare for the great King of Hungary?"

At this moment, Walter could not help but sneer.

But besides sneering, he still covered his head in annoyance.

"Big people can turn around, their status determines that they will not die, but we are different, we can't retreat."

Then, he suddenly seemed to have made up his mind.

"Irmin."

"Ok?"

"You go."

After hearing Walter's words, Ilmin didn't react for a moment.

After reacting, he suddenly frowned.