Winters is desperate to know the outside world: "Where am I?"

"Where else can it be? The Prairie."

"How many days have I been in a coma?"

"Six days." Little Lion added: "From I found you."

Winters thought: Six days? The Chihe tribe did not cross the river to pursue it?

These questions were too sensitive and he cautiously did not speak out.

The little lion pointed to Winters' abdomen and said, "You were shot here, and the thread was pulled open, and we sewed it for you again."

He pointed to the back of Winters' head and said, "I also got a hammer on the back of my head, knocking you out, but the bones are fine."

A hammer in the back of his head? Winters had no impression.

He tried hard to recall, but his memory only ended when he met Colonel Bode.

Then there are scattered edges and the veins cannot be clarified.

The little lion patted Winters' left calf: "The bone is broken, and the horse's hooves are stepped on. I have invited you the best doctor to treat this kind of injury. Don't walk around, take care of it. Hey, take care of the injury first."

"Recover the wound first and then talk about it", this sentence is very ambiguous.

Winters nodded.

No matter what others think, Winters does not intend to stay in the wasteland for a long time. But he only needs to know this himself and there is no need to say it and stimulate others.

"The most amazing thing is here." The little lion pointed at Winters' chest with interest: "You were also shot in the heart, shot at close range, and the armor was completely penetrated."

"Then why am I still alive?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

The little lion took something out of his arms and laughed and said, "Because of this!"

The thing that saved Winters' life like that turned out to be the wine pot given to him by Alpad.

Half of the lead bullet as big as a thumb was collapsed, and the remaining half was embedded in the wine pot. The wine pot had been completely deformed and was leaked.

Winters covered his face: "What a bad plot!"

The little lion smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry about so much, you'll have to save your life anyway."

"Where did your iron furnace come from?" Winters asked, pointing at Sawy's furnace.

"This iron stove is a good thing, specially brought it to you for use." The little lion was so excited: "It saves fuel and has no open flames, and it is convenient to carry. I took twenty sheep before I exchanged it, but unfortunately it was only one."

As a Venetta native, Winters subconsciously calculated the profits of the business. He knew very well how much iron Berang used, but even ten sheep could make a profit - but the key point was labor costs.

He looked at the little lion and told the other party with his eyes: "You lost money when you bought it."

After a few words, the two suddenly fell silent.

The enemy who was fighting for life and death the previous second could be happily talking about the next second?

Both sides are just trying to maintain the atmosphere of conversation.

Once the topic is exhausted, the air becomes solemn.

The little lion calmed her smile and solemnly took out a small iron box from her arms and placed it next to Winters' pillow.

In the iron box is a bunch of gray mane.

Winters had no expression on his face, as if he was not sad at all: "Thank you."

"According to our customs, nothing will be wasted. Eat everything you can eat and use everything you can use." The little lion said seriously: "But he is your close friend, so I buried him well. It was buried very deeply, and crows and vultures can't peck, and wolves can't be snatched. When you have your wounds, I will take you there."

Winters still had no emotions: "Thank you."

The little lion was a little sad: "He... was protecting you in the end. If he didn't have it, I wouldn't find you. He left only after fulfilling his wish. I will tell you his affairs in detail in the future."

He pointed to the girl Hurd and said, "This is my sister. She is taking care of you these days when you are in a coma. She washes your wounds, wipes your body, and feeds you. If you have any needs, tell her. I'm leaving, you have a good rest."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After saying that, he nodded and stood up and left.

Winters fastened the iron box containing the strong mane and put it on his heart. The iron box was cold and cold.

He had no tears, all the tears had turned into blood and shed.

He couldn't tell what it felt, either, because part of his emotions seemed to become paralyzed.

Miss Hurd took the sewing basket and said while doing handicrafts, "My name is Eerlun. If you find it difficult to talk, you can also call me Miriah."

"Eerlun, what does it mean?"

"It means 'green'."

"There are two more jewelry, and it's yours." Eerlun took out a gold locket and an exquisite statue of Athena and gently placed it next to Winters' pillow: "It's safe for you, no one will hurt you anymore."

"Thanks."

"But this is mine." Eerlun took the silver-handled knife from under Winters' blanket: "You can't take the girl's sword around."

...

At the same time when Winters woke up, the remnants of the Paratu Expeditionary Force finally arrived at the border.

Just seeing the Border River made many people kneel down on the ground and cry and pray.

...

When the Paratu Expeditionary Force crossed the boundary river more than three months ago, there were:

Three generals; the Fifth and Sixth Corps' standing infantry, with a total of 10,734 officers and soldiers; an independent auxiliary engineer, with a total of 1,175 officers and soldiers; fifty cavalry squadrons, with 6,172 light and heavy cavalry.

A total of 18,084 people - just war soldiers.

There were 103 100-man teams of militia recruited into the wasteland, with a total of 8,563 officers and soldiers.

The total number of militia recruited and the number of civilians, vendors and auxiliary soldiers who could not be counted in detail was more than 10,000.

The total number of soldiers and auxiliary soldiers exceeded 28,000.

This is an army that scared the Hud barbarians, with its combat power that is the best in the Republic.

It has the strongest cavalry unit of Senas, two full standing corpses, an invincible warhammer and an indestructible shield.

In fact, it is a bit too large for the Republic of Paratu.

This should have been an ordinary short-term war: the army went to the wasteland to sweep the Heds, set new boundaries with the tribes, and then drove the herds over. The task was completed, and the official position was promoted and wealthy.

There may be sporadic small-scale conflicts afterwards, but that is not a big problem. The Paratus has a mature set of countermeasures.

The strong demand from the wool textile industry in the United Provinces and Venetta has caused no matter how much wool it produces, it will be wiped out.

The large number of immigrants from Monta, Vanne, the United Provinces and even the Empire allowed Paratu to develop wilderness at an astonishing speed.

According to the overall strategy of "cutting sausages", Paratu cut only a small piece at a time. He cut it for thirty years and never lost once.

If someone told them, they would be bleeding in their heads this time. The Paratus would laugh and shake their heads and walk away.

...

Seven days ago, more than a thousand Dusak light cavalry recruited from the newly reclaimed land secretly arrived on the east bank of the Styx.

The raiders crossing the Styx River were nearly 6,000. On the day they set foot in Paratu, the Army Headquarters issued a grand enlistment order.

Long before the militias gathered from all over the country, the large barbarian troops had already left with full of spoils.

In addition, there are more than a thousand barbarian cavalry stranded in Paratu - perhaps because they haven't grabbed it enough.

They chased each other like cat-catching rats in the internal team of Paratu, involving a large number of troops.

The invasion of barbarian cavalry after thirty years also caused all kinds of rumors to spread, and the country was in panic.

The "local councils" of cities and towns try their best to keep the troops locally in order to protect themselves.

More than a thousand Dusak light cavalry of the two regiments were already all the mobile forces that the Palatou Army headquarters could send for a while.

A thousand light cavalry is also considered.

If Paratu's native land sends a hundred thousand troops to come here at once, there is no need for the barbarian to take action, and everyone will starve to death on the wasteland.

When the Palatu army on the west bank forced a crossing of the Styx that night, the Dusak light cavalry also launched a raid on more than 4,000 Hed raiders on the east bank.

However, crossing the Styx does not mean escaping from heaven. In addition to the more than 2,000 sheepskin bags tied up and hit the giant raft of the bridge, the barbarian also had more than 1,000 sheepskin bags on his hands.

With these sheepskins, the Hed tribes each pursued the Palathu Expeditionary Army.

Until they met with the troops who came to support, the Palatus fought thirteen times with the Hed tribes. The worst was that they had a similar killing and did not lose at all.

However, the expeditionary force with more than 28,000 people arrived at the border river alive.

Nearly half of the standing army suffered combat losses, and more than 8,000 auxiliary soldiers were either killed in battle, captured, or abandoned on the west bank of the Styx.

Except for the only remaining weapons, armor, mules and horses, and lives, the rest were all left on the wasteland.

Is the war over?

Both sides licked their wounds and retreated, and the war might end like this.

But for the Republic of Paratu and the Hed tribes, this is not the end, it is not even the beginning of the end.

This is just the end of the beginning.
Chapter completed!