.I was a little disappointed, of course, it may be that Xiaofei didn't write well enough. Let's go over again~~~ Many times, Xiaofei is like the confession in this chapter, and he insists on only some of the most basic ideals. Maybe it's not so noble, but has humble passion...

~~~Divideline~~~

The Longcheng Potian Legion Command was surrounded by soldiers from the Western Alliance outside the wall.

Outside a street outside the main gate, the commander of the coalition forces, "Fox of the West Land", the general of the Kingdom of Falls, was full of condensation. The moment before, the head of the envoy he sent to persuade the surrender had been thrown in front of the command of the Potian Legion, and this was already the third envoy he sent.

The look of disbelief on his face probably didn't understand until he died. Why did the wounded Han army in the courtyard still persist at such a disadvantage?

"It seems that the Han people are determined to fight to the death. No matter what their beliefs are, I think they are real knights!" Jose's captain, Ars, who has the title of "Knight of the Moon", admired sincerely, but his eyes showed a huge sense of fighting.

"The stupid Han people never let go of the pride of their old empire. These pagans are always irredeemable. They will pay the price for their rudeness and arrogance!" Lumberton, the Red-clothed Archbishop of the Holy Western Church, who accompanied the army, cursed.

"Yes, sir, you are right. You cannot be kind to these pagans. You should kill them all, snatch all their women and property, and sell their children all into slaves. Even so, you cannot clear one ten thousand of their sins!" Siston, the Duke of the Saxon Kingdom, deputy commander of the Western Alliance, smiled and echoed Lumberton.

Siston was only in his early thirties and was the youngest among the coalition commanders. He was originally a ruined count of the Saxon Kingdom, but he used some means to cling to the archbishop in the country and married the daughter of His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, almost overnight, the desolate settlement of the Western Continent became the commander of the Saxon Kingdom and the deputy commander of the coalition forces.

As soon as Siston turned his back, he was not familiar with military affairs and directly fought with the Archbishop of the Sacred Holy Church, Lumberton. Although he was not ashamed of others, he was free and contented.

"Well, Duke Siston said it well. In fact, if they could give this, the Lord would consider forgiveing ​​their sins..." Lumberton drew a cross on his chest, looking compassionate.

"Sir, I'm going to supervise the battle!" Als couldn't stand it and found an excuse to turn around and leave.

"Jose, your 'bright moon' is still a little immature..." Bergman, the general of the Duchy of Teutonic, who had been talking to the side, whispered.

"The eagle will always fly by itself, but before that, he must learn to endure the sparrow's clamor..." Jose seemed to be muttering to himself casually.

"The King asked me to greet you." Bergman smiled and stopped talking.

"Okay, tell the soldiers that in another five minutes, if the Han people do not surrender, they will set fire and siege." Jose did not answer and ordered.

In the command post, Chen Jie held a long knife in his hand, and blood dripped from the knife. Under him, three headless corpses sent by the Western Alliance troops were placed on the ground.

At this moment, a sad expression appeared on Chen Jie's rock-solid face.

After a moment, he asked, "How many people can fight?"

The staff officers on the side were almost all injured. The last time they resisted the attack of the Western Alliance, these civilians also came into battle.

One of the staff officers immediately replied: "The army, there are still a thousand brothers who can move, but more than two thousand injured are all placed behind."

"Why don't you arrange for them to retreat first?" Chen Jie frowned.

"Legislative Commander, brothers, I heard that you don't want to leave, and you won't leave..." The staff officer's words were already filled with tears.

In the hearts of the soldiers of the Potian Legion, Chen Jie's personality has been steady, but he does not have much prestige. Even because he is too rigid and serious, many people do not like him.

Many soldiers were not convinced when he took over the position of commander of the legion after Guan Zhongyun's death. After all, in terms of courage and strategy, he could not compare to Guan Zhongyun, or even to another deputy commander of the legion, Ma Qianfeng, and the commander of the First Cavalry Division.

But after fighting these days, everyone saw another confession.

The still steady and rigid confession was a bit more bloody and fierce. Perhaps, he could not lead everyone in Guan Zhongyun, but he could be like any man in the Han family, without regrets!

At this moment, when he heard the staff officer say this, Chen Jie angrily said: "Silly, very stupid! It's all the hard work of the empire, how can he destroy himself like this!" After speaking, his voice was a little choked.

But Chen Jie immediately restrained his emotions, pondered for a while, and suddenly asked again: "Where is Tian Zhongshiguang?"

"The Chief of Staff said an hour ago that he went to the city to assist the Lin Division in killing the enemy, but he has not come back yet." A staff officer said.

"I think this kid escaped at the last minute!" Jiang Zhongze, deputy commander of the infantry and military advisor, said.

"Life and death are fate. If he can escape, he will be lucky!" Chen Jie sighed, but in fact he felt vaguely in his heart that Tian Zhongshiguang's departure was probably not that simple.

Although Chen Jie was not as hostile to the Eastern Japanese as other radical Han troops, he even admired Tanjū's strategy.

But in his heart, Chen Jie always felt that Tan Zhongshi's behavior was too strange. For example, this time Ma Qianfeng was sent out to suppress bandits. On the one hand, it was because the military headquarters directly ordered it to not disobey; on the other hand, according to the dead general Guan Zhongyun, he was originally going to send Chen Jie to lead the team, but Tan Zhongshi said that the horse bandits came and went like the wind, and that they could not be killed quickly without the brave generals and elite cavalry.

Therefore, Guan Zhongyun made up his mind and asked the first powerful general of the legion, Ma Qianfeng, to lead the elite First Cavalry Division and the Second Infantry Division to fight off bandits.

"I hope everything is not what I thought..." Chen Jie didn't know this information from Guan Zhongyun, and he never told anyone about it. He was afraid of causing internal strife in the army.

"Sacrificing one's life?" Chen Jie, who is nine out of 40, had never thought of this problem.

Since following Guan Zhongyun and the Potian Legion to Longcheng, Chen Jie has always had such an inexplicable idea.

He joined the army since he was young, and his parents died early in his family and had no relatives. He spent the best time in his life in the army. Until now, he has never bought a piece of land, and has never even married. With his family background, he has cherished it very much that he can be the deputy commander of the Potian Legion, one of the top ten legions of the empire.

His old-fashionedness and seriousness were all jokes from his colleagues; his confidant Yang Haiwei, who was self-protective, was criticized for his favorite words.

But who knows that such a man who takes military personnel as his profession, a man who does not have much ideals and regards the army as his family, only wants to be ashamed of his country, his elders, his friends, and his own conscience.

Yang Haiwei was not incompetent, not to mention that he had helped him in the most difficult time, so he was willing to take on all this.

The military situation is urgent, and he cannot tolerate any regrets about the past. Now, he is dead, but Chen Jie's heart is clear. He has never been as fearless as he has been in his forty-nine years!
Chapter completed!