Chapter 632: Burning Mount Bula (Part 2)

Ligasos Mountains (Mount Bra), in a dense forest somewhere on the mountain.

"Hehe... Hehe... Hehe... Hehe..." A soldier with a big cut on his chest lay on the ground, spitting blood, and said to a soldier sitting next to him:

"Brother... I'm in so much pain... Help me... I want to... be free... Come on... Kill me..."

"Ligu..." The soldier sitting next to him burst into tears after hearing his words, "I don't want you to leave..."

After that, he rushed over and hugged him gently: "Don't leave..."

"Quick... Give me a quick death... I'm really in so much pain..."

The last few remaining soldiers are here now.

After 7 days of fighting, the original 207 soldiers are now only these people present.

The remaining people have seen too many similar life and death separations in these 7 days.

So many that they are a little numb.

Moka looked numbly at the two warriors who had a very good relationship, one begging others to kill him, and the other unwilling to let him die.

Gurgle...

Moka's stomach made a slight sound.

Not only did Moka become numb to such scenes of life and death, but he also became numb to the feeling of hunger.

Their dry food had long been eaten up, and they had nowhere to get food supplies. They had been fighting on an empty stomach since two days ago.

Although they also tried to catch some insects or game for emergency use, such a small amount of insects and game could not meet the needs of everyone, and they did not have the leisure and time to hunt leisurely.

In addition to being numb to the feeling of hunger, Moka was also numb to the feeling of fatigue.

During these 7 days, Moka lived a life of day and night reversal every day, and he did not sleep well.

Frequent running, swinging the knife, and drawing the bow made Moka's feet, right arm, and the index finger and thumb used to draw the string numb to the point of almost losing consciousness.

It was not just Moka who was like this. The last few remaining warriors were all numb to the feeling of hunger and fatigue like Moka.

"Moka, look, look at what good stuff I caught."

Tru walked towards Moka with a smile, and showed him the so-called good stuff in his hand - two cockroaches.

"Cockroaches... are really good stuff." Moka looked at the two cockroaches in Tru's hand and swallowed his saliva.

"Come on, I'll give you one." After saying that, Tru gave one of the two dead cockroaches in his hand to Moka, and then sat next to Moka.

"Ah, thank you. Then I won't be polite."

"Yeah." Tru nodded,

"Let's eat together."

After saying that, the two of them stuffed the cockroaches in their hands into their mouths at the same time.

Moka, who hadn't eaten anything decent for a long time, stuffed the cockroach in his hand into his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing it.

After enjoying the cockroach, Tru patted his belly and laughed:

"This is the first time I think cockroaches are so delicious..."

"Yes... I think so too." After that, Moka pointed to his left eye and asked Tru, "Tru, how is your left eye?"

Tru is the only friend of Moka who is still alive except Luger.

And he, the only friend who is still alive except Luger, is also seriously injured at this time.

In a battle two days ago, Tru's left eye was cut.

After hearing Moka's question, Tru raised his hand and touched the left half of his face that was tightly wrapped with the cloth of his clothes.

"My left eye... Although I have done emergency treatment, it seems to be inflamed, but it doesn't matter, anyway, we won't live long."

"Don't suddenly say such a heavy fact..." Moka smiled helplessly at Tru.

After chatting for a few simple sentences, the two who couldn't find any new topics for the time being fell silent.

After the two of them were silent for an unknown period of time, Tru suddenly said in a deep voice:

"Meka...you said...our Helai tribe..."

Tru paused, then corrected his words:

"Will the descendants of our Lake people remember us? Will they remember us who fought to the end to resist the invasion of the Britannians?"

At the end of his speech, Tru's tone was clearly crying.

After hearing Tru's question, Meka fell silent.

Then, he said in a firm tone:

"Hundreds or thousands of years later, maybe some people will not remember us."

"It is obvious that surrendering to the Britannians will give us a much better life than now, and we don't have to die, but we just don't want to surrender and want to resist to the end, so maybe some people will think we are fools, and think we are a bunch of stupid people who don't know the general situation and the times."

"If in the future, our Lake people and the Britannians really merge, and the two nations become inseparable, maybe some people will think we are sinners."

"But..."

"In the future, no matter how many years have passed, there should always be one or two people who will remember us."

"Remember us warriors who defend our territory until death."

"Someone will definitely remember us."

"Definitely!"

"Definitely..." Tru murmured.

After a long while, Tru pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a faint smile:

"... Thank you, Meka. I feel much better after hearing what you said."

At this moment, Tru suddenly sniffed and frowned:

"By the way... Meka, do you smell anything strange?"

After hearing what Tru said, Meka also sniffed his nose.

After sniffing the air carefully, Meka found that there seemed to be a strange smell in the air.

A strange, but familiar smell.

"I always feel..." Meka murmured, "This smell... seems to be... the smell of oil..."

The people who noticed the strange smell in the air were not only Meka and Tru.

The warriors present also discovered at this time-the evening breeze brought a wave of strange smells...

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At the same time.

Britannia Empire, North, Ligasos Mountains (Mount Bra), foot of the mountain, Pingman Legion stronghold.

Deng Jiaer held the knight's sword at his waist and looked at the Ligasos Mountains in the distance expressionlessly.

Even though it was far away, Deng Jiaer still smelled a faint smell of kerosene.

"Commander..."

The captain of the 17th Battalion, who was in charge of directing the soldiers to spread kerosene, slowly came to Deng Jiaer's side.

"The kerosene... has been arranged, and the soldiers have all withdrawn to the foot of the mountain. We can start a fire attack at any time..."

"Okay." Deng Jiaer nodded, and then waved her little hand fiercely, "Begin!"

As soon as Deng Jiaer's order was issued, the captain of the 17th Battalion flashed a little hesitation on his face.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to advise Deng Jiaer:

"Commander, please think about it again. The destructive power of the mountain fire is too great. Once..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Deng Jiaer:

"Stop talking nonsense! Rather than letting my soldiers' casualties continue to increase! I would rather turn the entire Ligasos Mountains into a white land! Set fire!"

Seeing that his last effort failed, the captain of the 17th Battalion looked disappointed. Then——

“…Yes.”

He lowered his head, left the place, and went to issue Deng Jiaer’s order.

The military genius came to another world with the Zizhi Tongjian

The military genius came to another world with the Zizhi Tongjian