You and me under the world tree

Facing the chattering soldiers, Wittig first took a deep breath.

Then shook his head again.

"I have to promise him." He whispered, "Because we can't hold on any longer."

"What does it mean?"

"Sorry, everyone, I lied to you. In fact, there is no food transported at all."

Having said that, he clenched the scroll of parchment in his hand.

"In fact, since two months ago, the kingdom has stopped paying attention to my application for supplies, and before I got the exact news that the supplies that should have been supplied to us included Lim, the lord of the Grimes region. Stein has already reached an agreement with Hungary."

"What agreement?"

Among the crowd, the soldier named Walter couldn't help but speak.

"We were abandoned, but only a stepping stone for Hungary to conquer Goths."

In an instant, there was an uproar in the barracks.

Then, facing the increasingly noisy voice, Wittig slowly closed his eyes.

"Right now, we don't have enough supplies in our camp for even a week, so I have no choice."

Then Wittig gritted his teeth.

"Now, at this very moment, as a war executive, I announce that in three days I will have a one-on-one duel with King Etzel of Hungary. This duel will determine the ownership of the eastern defense line, and the responsibility rests with me. I will do my best!"

Then, the holy sword warrior exhaled slowly.

He gritted his teeth and seemed reluctant to say that.

Because he knew that this kind of thing could easily cause further confusion, and even cause the soldiers to question.

But after weighing it, he still shook his head.

After all, he also understands that at this point, there is no point in hiding any more.

"In about a day, people from Hungary should deliver the food."

Wittig said softly.

"At that time we will do food rationing, and other things will be discussed at that time."

In an instant, the soldiers were silent.

What the hell is this?

They desperately resisted the invasion of Hunland, but they were cut off by the lords in their own kingdom. Now they must rely on the enemy's food to survive?

"how so……"

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Good afternoon everyone_(:з」∠)_

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Chapter 60: Multi-party battles!

Just like that, because of the disclosure of that heavyweight information, a strange dead silence spread throughout the camp of the Frontier Legion.

Only those continuous whispers resounded.

And those voices, without exception, were telling the uneasiness of the soldiers.

At this moment, Wittig also glanced around directly.

He easily saw the bitterness on the faces of those soldiers.

From ancient times to the present, no matter who they are, no one likes to be abandoned. This is true in various senses.

Wittig knew that in today's frontier legion, not everyone has a clear understanding of what they want to protect like the soldier named Walter.

Not everyone stayed in the barracks purely for the friendship in his eyes like Walter's friend Ilmin.

In Midgard, humans have not yet awakened to the pure 'race' awareness like other races.

And because of the perennial wars, the speed of kingdom replacement is extremely fast.

Generational death itself is a common occurrence.

What's more, the inheritance of some kingdoms may not be maintained even for one generation.

In this world where changing dynasties is as simple as eating and drinking, how can it be possible for the people to develop awareness of nationalities.

Most people join the army, become a warrior, or hold naive heroic dreams, longing for the glory laid down by the gods.

Either they are yearning for status, wanting property, and even more wanting to stand on top of others.

Most people are actually like this, as for helping each other and keeping watch.

That's all after joining the legion and fighting side by side with comrades in arms.

For them, what Wittig said before was really cruel.

Obviously, my group is still fighting in the front, but those guys in the rear have sold their ideas.

"Why..."

Just when the morale of the soldiers fell to the lowest point, such a voice suddenly came from the crowd.

But for those silent soldiers in the barracks today, this seemingly powerless question expressed their aspirations at the moment.

"Yeah, why?"

"Why do those big men do this?"

In the end, that dissatisfaction exploded completely.

It's the anger of little people who can't control their own lives against those who are so high up that they seem to be born to control everything.

Not because of anything else, just because they are here to fight to the death, and almost every day they have to experience the pain of life and death, in order to block Hunlan from the door.

However, now it turns out that those big figures behind him who are protected by them have started flirting with the enemy, and even want to treat them as victims.

"Why are they doing this!"

"Damn it!"

Before the soldiers in the barracks started to be confused, Wittig directly raised his voice.

"Quiet!"

For these fighters, Wittig, who speaks with pure strength and record, still has prestige.

Therefore, when the voice of the holy sword warrior resounded here, the soldiers gradually became quiet.

At the same time, Wittig also approached a trembling fighter.

"Master Wittig, what should we do?"

Just when the soldier lost his mind.

"If we are really abandoned, can we return to our hometown?"

Wittig reached out and patted his shoulder.

However, he could not give an accurate answer.

What can he say now?

In fact, Wittig himself did not know.

So, he could only shake his head.

"After distributing the food, I won't care about where you go. Whether you leave or stay, it's all up to you."

he opened his mouth to speak.

"Now, this is the only thing I can do for you. If something happens, I will bear it all."

"Lord Wittig..."

"Walter! Ilmin! Come out!"

At this moment, he spoke.

But then, he didn't hear any response.

This can't help but make him feel a little puzzled.

Because according to common sense, Walter and Ilmin should be here.

There were too many soldiers in the legion. Even after fighting for a long time, Wittig couldn't recognize the faces of all the soldiers clearly, but he still knew the two young soldiers who gave him potatoes before.

And he can also be sure that it is impossible for these two fighters to leave secretly.

After all, they are very smart, and they have deduced this result with clues long ago.

So Wittig raised his voice again.

"Walter! Ilmin!"

"Yes!"

Finally, they had a response.

Among the crowd, the two young fighters just walked out.

But what makes Wittig feel a little strange is that Walter's mental state seems a little bit wrong, and he seems to be a little distracted.

But now Wittig has no time to worry about this.

So, he just reached out and patted the shoulders of the two young men.

"You guys have to worry more, I want to prepare for the battle with all my strength."

In just one sentence, two ordinary soldiers were instantly promoted to a position that did not match their age and military qualifications.

However, no one is jealous of anything.

Because the Frontier Corps itself is a temporary establishment, the position does not indicate its future status.

What's more, this place has already become a quagmire.

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In any case, the tug-of-war on the eastern defense seems to be coming to an end soon.

But after all, this is something that those in the 'regent camp' including Elmrich need to consider, and it has nothing to do with the princess camp in Beian City in essence.

Although Dietrich didn't completely give up spying on her uncle's intelligence, since she didn't have the idea of ​​doing anything against him in a short period of time, she naturally focused on another thing: Denmark.

Regardless of the other plans behind the scenes, the actions of Dietrich, the princess who returned after half a year of traveling, only meant one thing in the eyes of others:

She wants to eliminate her worries!

The Kingdom of Burgundy has been swallowed up by the Kingdom of the Netherlands, which means that the Gothic Kingdom essentially has no possibility of being backstabbed.

At the same time, she fostered her young brother in the royal court of Skywrath City, which clearly meant to strengthen the reliability of the covenant.

And after completing these tasks, the enemy she is going to target next seems to be obvious:

Denmark.

"your Highness."

At this moment, in the court of Be'an, the city bestowed by heaven, a person was walking forward quickly, and then knelt down on one knee.

"The gauntlet has been drawn up."

And on the throne, the silver princess slowly opened her scarlet eyes.

"Then send an envoy to send it there, as for the candidate..."

Dietrich suddenly laughed, but anyone could see the cruelty in her smile.

"I'll just go for a trip myself."