It was at this time that the seriously injured man caught a glimpse of consciousness. He suddenly realized and revealed the ugly ghost's true identity: "You are the commander of the outpost!"

That's right! On the zero-hour day of the war, the seriously wounded man also visited this post as an attaché of Commander Adler. He saw with his own eyes the second lieutenant officer marching out of the watchtower with this kind of salute. Even the place where he stood was similar to today's.

Wan is exactly the same. Yes, that's it, their body shape and posture are the same person!

"I am the Commander of the Clark River Border Post of the Sbia Alliance, Second Lieutenant!" His ferocious face burned by flames was now extremely hateful in the eyes of the merchant army. "Everyone who crosses this line

,Kill without mercy!”

The hilt of the long sword was slashed down, and the seriously injured man in front of him fell to the ground, with bright red foam spurting out of his mouth, still looking in disbelief.

A dozen steps away, Major Adler, who was already dying, sat up as if he had regained consciousness amidst the screams of the seriously wounded.

He took a breath, randomly stuffed a piece of cloth into his wound, and finally glared fiercely at the "tribal warrior" who was kindly treated by him because he had a heroic tattoo on his chest.

The knife handle stubbornly walked towards Adler in goose steps. The last seriously wounded man rushed over, hugging the handle's feet for life, insisting on his responsibility for the last time. His ending can be imagined - with a flash of sword light,

The head flies up!

With a "pop", the knife hilt stood in front of Adler, and then gave Adler a very standard military salute. His expression was solemn and serious, but full of showoff, and the dust stirred up under his feet even

into Adler's face.

"Major Adler, NATO Treaty Business Group Alliance, you have committed the crime of invading the Sbia Alliance! It is unforgivable! I am now punishing you in the name of the Sbia Alliance and in the name of His Majesty Cohen Keda.

!" The eyes of the knife handle were neither angry nor happy, just like a damn military judge, "Blood debt must be paid with blood, no one can escape Sibia's revenge!"

"Bah!" Adler spat out a mouthful of blood, his ferocious expression not dissipating at all. His hands were groping around his body, as if he was trying to find something to kill the handle of the knife.

The handle squatted down and grinned, showing a set of white teeth: "Adler, as promised, it's time for me to fulfill my promise to you!"

Hold the sword with one hand by the hilt, support the sword body with the other hand, and gather all your strength to send it forward.

The sharp sword tip penetrated Major Adler's throat.

Then the sword deflected half a circle and pushed forward to cut across.

With a "pop" sound, he personally ignited the flames of war. Major Adler, the founder of Zero Hour of War, dropped his head to the ground. His head rolled forward and was covered with dust and grass roots. When he finally stopped by a cesspool,

A pair of empty pupils were still looking straight at the night sky.

Perhaps at the last moment, Adler still did not believe that he would die here, at the hands of a second lieutenant at a border guard post. He was a proud man of heaven and a noble family! He had a bright future and unlimited potential! How could he put a little boy to death?

What do you think about the little second lieutenant of the border guard? How could such a humble, worm-like little person pose a threat to him?

However, he died in the hands of such a little man, which was a very humiliating beheading for a nobleman!

"Sissy, Lao Caigen, uncle..." Holding the sword high by the hilt, raising his head to the sky, facing the distant stars, she shed hot tears, and muttered one name after another, more than twenty times in total.

, “We’ve been waiting for this moment!”

But at this time, no one could respond to him, and all that surrounded him was the depth and desolation of the night.

Wiping off the blood on the sword, the hilt came to the dying knight, picked up another fireworks signal from the pile of scattered items, and without hesitation pulled out the fuse to the night sky. There was a "whoosh" sound, green and yellow.

Fireworks soared upwards with a trail, and finally exploded into a gorgeous flower high in the sky.

"I am the commander of this post, Second Lieutenant Dao Ji. My theater verification number is 64700, and my contact verification number is page 6, line 7 of the Holy Capital Psalm, ice-like air." After sending the signal, Dao

The handle observed the knight's wounds and said sadly, "I can't save you, your injuries are too serious. I was the one who sent the signal before, so I'm very sad that I couldn't help you."

The knight just shook his head, twitched the muscles on his face a few times, and looked away. The hilt of the knife followed his gaze and saw the red package. So he picked up the package and opened it in front of the knight's eyes.

A white gemstone was inlaid on the plain black metal. The knight looked at this thing and kept opening and closing his lips, but still could not make any meaningful sound. This thing had nothing to do with the battle situation but was very important. When he took it over

, someone told him that many people have sacrificed their lives for it, so now, it is no longer a simple ornament, but a sacred object that carries people's sincere emotions.

It was almost taken away by the enemy just now, and the knight comforted himself that it did not pose a threat to the battle... Now, it was right in front of the two Spians, but the knight could not speak, or even tell the ensign about it in any other way.

what exactly is it!

How to do how to do?

The look in his eyes was almost gone, but he was still so anxious.

The handle of the knife carefully looked at the thing in his hand, and he noticed that countless memories were flashing in his mind. Slowly, some of the fragments overlapped with the essence stone... It was also a night like this, with a warm bonfire and some floating

The fragrant food, and the resolute-looking general. By the way! It was this thing in my hand. That night, the cloth wrapping it was so bright, and the knots on it were so neat!

"I know, I heard it." The handle held the package solemnly, looking back at the knight and said, "I heard everything you want to say..."

The knight looked at the ensign, his dark eyes a little angry.

"What you are saying is - I have something to entrust you with. This is something Brigadier General Chatai entrusted me with."

The knight's godless pupils were lit up by the words of the sword handle. He looked at him in disbelief, and even suspected that he was hallucinating.

"When you return to the city, please give this to Major General Maru from the Strategic Reconnaissance Bureau of the General Staff Headquarters. Please tell him that Chatai has been taught by him for many years and is determined to reconcile with him and want to become a life-and-death brother with him.

——This forest essence stone is the witness of eternity." The knife handle finished this sentence word by word, and then asked the knight, "Is this what you want to say?"

The knight nodded heavily, he was surprised and happy, his eyes were full of relief and gratitude.

"I accept this commission now. As long as I have a breath left, I will definitely send it to the waiting city!" The handle of the knife tightly grasped the package that had appeared in front of him on the eve of the war and now fell into his hands, making a solemn gesture.

Promise, "I promise!"

A teardrop flowed out of the corner of the knight's eyes, without any expression anymore, and his eyes slowly closed.

"Rest in peace, brave warrior, you will rest forever in this hot land that you love so much." The handle read these words, gently pulled out the sword and dagger from the knight, laid him flat, and covered him with a cloak.

.

Then, he began to look at this familiar yet unfamiliar outpost, carefully considering what else he needed to do. Revenge had always occupied his entire life, and now that he had achieved what he wanted, he felt weak all over, as if his soul had left him, and he could not even

My brain has become less bright.

The emptiness and fear kept coming, and the handle decided to do something, because now he was the only living person.

He first repaired the swords of all the merchant army soldiers, and then thought about it again and decided to sort out the remains of his own people. He found them from caves, bunkers, and collapsed guard towers, and placed them neatly on the knight's

This was a very physically demanding task, and the handle of the knife was still injured, but he was very attentive and meticulous in doing it. He even thought of getting some water to wash his comrades.

I don’t know how long it took, but when he was pulling out the third bucket of water from the handle of the knife, something hit the back of the handle with a “bang” sound. It wasn’t too painful, but it made him unable to hold the bucket anymore.

Then his vision went black, and he fell unconscious by the handle of his knife.

When the handle woke up again, he found that the whole world was swaying in front of his eyes... After calming down a little, he found that this feeling was a bit familiar. After letting himself clear up for a while, he finally understood that it was not the world's problem, but himself.

Swinging in mid-air.

Turning around, he found that he was hanging from a damn tree again, which was actually the same tree where Adler tied him up.

"What are you looking around for? Look here!" The handle of the knife was whipped, and it hurt.

He lowered his head and found a young second lieutenant wearing a Sibia military uniform looking at him with arrogance. This guy held a riding crop in one hand and a dagger in the other, with an evil look in his eyes.

"You are so ruthless that you led someone to take over our entire intelligence station." The second lieutenant sneered repeatedly, "I already have three human skins in my collection of tribal warrior totems! With you, this is the fourth!"

"I'm not..." Knife Handle lowered his head again and found that his clothes had been stripped off, and the totem tattoo on his chest was extremely eye-catching, "I can only greet your mother..."

"How dare you be so fucking arrogant!" The second lieutenant was so angry that smoke was rising from his head, and the whip fell like raindrops on his face. "You fucking chose this place to escape. Do you think the riverside outpost is easy to get? Do you think the hilt of the knife is easy to get?"

If you die, no one will pay attention here?"

"Ah! Ah! Stop fighting!" Perhaps hearing his name, the handle suddenly woke up. He was now facing an officer from Sbia! He could clearly see this person in the dense whip shadow.

Face, shouting, "Stop hitting, stove! It's me! Stop hitting! I send my greetings to your mother!"

But his shouting had no effect. In desperation, the handle of the knife could only raise the volume again, "Krell! I am going to be beaten to death by your little brother! He is also going to skin me! Krell Belmont! I am

The handle of the knife!"

"Stop! Stove, stop!" Hearing the miserable cry of the knife handle, an orc lieutenant who was checking Adler's belongings suddenly raised his head, rushed over with flying stones, and grabbed the second lieutenant's whip-waving hand.

"Are you talking?" The lieutenant grabbed the hair of the hilt of the knife, glanced back and forth on his ruined face, and asked through gritted teeth, "Who do you think you are?"

"I send my greetings to your mother!" Dao Hilt looked at this powerful and ferocious face, tears welling up in his eyes, "I am Dao Hilt! Your military academy classmate! You still owe me a fucking meal!"

"Verification number!" The lieutenant said as if he wanted to eat someone, "Tell me your verification number!"

"Military academy verification number 1793 Oak! War zone verification number 64700! Contact verification number Holy City Psalm Page 6, Line 7, ice-like air!"

"How many brothers do I have!" The lieutenant almost shook the handle of the knife to pieces in his hand, "How many brothers do I have?"

"you have not!"

"How many sisters do I have?" The lieutenant continued shaking, "How many sisters do I have?"

"Stop dreaming!" the handle shouted, "don't interrupt, where are my things? The stove! Where are my things?"

"Uh...it seems to have been divided." Lieutenant Luo touched his nose, "Lieutenant, do you think we should put him down first? It's hard to shake him to death!"

"Damn it! You made me cry!" The lieutenant slapped the handle of the knife before putting him down. "Damn it, if you weren't dead, where would you have been in the past two months?"

"My greetings to your mother!" The handle jumped anxiously, "Find me something quickly. Neither of you can afford to sell it!"

Two hours later... The knife handle was put on a clean and dry military uniform, but there were no military ranks or marks on the uniform. He was holding a red package and riding on a horse, but his hands were tied, and there were four personal guards behind him. They were wearing

Swabian Military Law Corps uniforms.

"Please! Please!" Lieutenant Claire Belmont grabbed the hand of a military judge and pressed down on him with his whole body. "You must help! He is the hilt of a knife! Look, how could he surrender to the enemy?

What? This is Adler’s head—he is the grandson of Ulysses!”
To be continued...