C133 (1/2)
The two hundred thousand strong army advanced toward the borders of the Empire of Ziye in a grandiose manner. Along the way, every one of the soldiers carried a heavy heart. They all knew that it was possible that they would never come back. The battlefield was a cruel side that soldiers could never avoid. Therefore, they could neither resist nor avoid it. With the rise and fall of their country, they were responsible for nothing. As a soldier, he should protect the dignity of the country and the territory of the country from being violated. Even if he were to die, he should do so without hesitation …
Hot blood surged in his veins as his will to fight soared.
Just like this, the entire team carried with them such a heavy emotion, a feeling of not caring about death at all. They faced the battlefield, faced death, and began to advance towards slaughter …
Of the entire troop, Teng Yan was the highest commander and most relaxed.
Death? For Teng Yan, who had already died once, there was no longer any fear of death.
Slaughter? For Teng Yan, whose hands were covered in blood, killing had long become an indispensable part of his life.
The rise and fall of the country? For Teng Yan, the only thing he cared about was himself. He only cared about his brothers, his friends, his relatives, the rise and fall of his country, and his men's responsibilities. Teng Yan did not care about these things, nor did she care about them.
It originally only took twenty days to travel from the Imperial City to the border. However, under Teng Yan's lead, it only took fifteen days, which was a full five days faster than expected … …
The thick smell of blood in the air was extremely thick, causing people to feel like vomiting. However, to Teng Yan, this feeling was so intimate, so familiar … …
There was no suspense at all for the three hundred thousand soldiers of the Empire of Ziye to face the million strong army of the enemy. It was purely a one-sided massacre, and from the beginning of the battle to now, the original three hundred thousand soldiers were no more than one hundred and fifty thousand men. Half of them had lost, but that was one hundred and fifty thousand men …
In the battlefield, life was originally the most worthless thing. In here, it was either you die or I die, regardless of whether you are a high and mighty general or an unknown soldier, you only have one life on the battlefield, so losing it is equivalent to losing it forever …
”You all... ”Why did you guys only arrive now …” When Teng Yan led the army to the border, there wasn't any welcoming or anticipating scene. All there was was this border general's endless complaints and reproaches. Which one of you is the commander in chief here, what the hell are you guys doing, why did you come here so late? Do you know how many soldiers I have under my command died because of you guys being late? ”You all …”
This was an angry complaint, and it was a vulgar evasion of responsibility.