Chapter 635: Austin Su (Part 1)

After putting the arrow on the rack, Meka quickly pulled the bow open, tightening the string while aiming at the face of a Britannian not far in front of him.

The next second, the originally tense force bounced off from between Meka's arms, and the sound of breaking through the air followed.

Bang!

At the same time as the sound of breaking through the air, the bowstring in Meka's hand also made a loud breaking sound.

Meka is good at arrows.

It is quite difficult for others to hit the faces and necks of Britannians who are not protected by armor, but it is not a difficult task for Meka.

In these 7 days, Meka has lost count of how many Britannians he has killed and injured with this bow and arrow in his hand.

Using this bow at a high load finally made the bowstring of this bow overwhelmed. After shooting this arrow, it made a loud muffled sound and the bowstring broke.

Meka had no leisure and no time to see if the arrow he had just shot hit the enemy.

After seeing the broken bow in his hand thrown aside, Moka pulled out the sword that had been chopped and full of gaps at his feet.

With a hoarse voice, he waved the sword in his hand and rushed towards a girl with short rose-colored hair and golden eyes not far in front of him.

The female warrior's hands were more agile than Moka expected.

When Moka just chopped the sword in his hand towards her, she nimbly turned her back, and the cold sword passed by her armor, creating a series of sparks on the black armor.

After dodging Moka's slash, the female warrior launched a surging and continuous attack on Moka like a wave.

If he was fighting without injury and well-fed, Moka might be able to deal with this female warrior.

But now, tired and hungry Moka is like a half-crippled man. After taking several attacks from the female warrior, he was knocked to the ground by the female warrior.

Moka thought, but found that his feet had long been out of control and he could no longer stand up.

Is it over...

Moka said in his heart.

"Surrender quickly!" After knocking Moka to the ground,

the female warrior with rose-colored short hair and golden eyes pointed her sword at Moka, while speaking poor Lake language, repeating "surrender quickly" over and over again.

At this moment, a familiar middle-aged male voice sounded behind Moka:

"Hmm...? Moka... you are still... alive..."

"...?" Moka looked behind him in surprise, "Chief Nalu... you are still alive too..."

Nalu, whose body was covered with blood, was now slumped behind Moka.

From the look of Nalu, it seems that he was also knocked down or chopped to the ground by the Britannians, and then just fell behind Meka.

The Britannians were already surrounded by a thick circle of people.

The Britannians who surrounded Meka and Nalu pointed their swords at them and kept shouting "surrender quickly" in poor Lake language, trying to persuade them to put down their weapons and stop fighting.

But Meka and Nalu ignored the Britannians surrounding them.

They ignored the swords in their hands pointing at them.

They also ignored their persuasion to surrender.

"Meka..." Nalu asked Meka, "Now... is there anyone alive..."

"I don't know..." Meka replied, "We were scattered at the beginning of the battle... I only saw Tru being chopped down, and I didn't see whether the others were dead or alive... But, I guess now we are the only two alive..."

"Is that so..." Nalu responded in a calm tone.

Then he raised the knife in his hand.

However, this time, Nalu did not point the tip of the knife at the surrounding Britannias.

Instead, he pointed the tip of the knife at his heart.

"Meka... I don't have the strength to kill the enemy anymore..."

"What a coincidence... Chief. Me too..."

Meka chuckled at Nalu, and then, like Nalu, he put the tip of the knife against his left chest.

"... Chief."

After putting the knife in his hand against his chest, Meka suddenly asked Nalu a question that Tru had just asked him:

"Do you think... our descendants... will remember us?"

Silence...

No one answered Meka's question.

"Chief Nalu?" Moka called his chief's name again in a low voice.

It was still quiet...

Moka turned his head and found that Nalu had already stabbed his sword into his chest at some point.

Looking at Nalu's lifeless body, Moka was slightly stunned.

Then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile with a little helplessness.

"Will our descendants... remember us...?"

In a tone like talking to himself, Moka once again whispered the question that Tru had asked him before and then asked Nalu again.

Then, Moka pressed his hands holding the sword towards his body.

The sharp blade, under the surprised gaze of the surrounding Britannia people, pierced his chest...

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Dalena looked at the two Lake warriors in front of her who chose to commit suicide after exhaustion in a daze.

Her companions around her were shocked by their bravery as well as she was.

Darlene wiped the blood splattered on her short rose-colored hair, and then put the long sword in her hand back into the sheath on her waist.

Then he paid a standard military salute to the two Lake warriors who were unwilling to surrender at the last moment and chose to commit suicide.

Coincidentally, without anyone's orders or persuasion, other comrades around Darlene also made the same move as Darlene.

Everyone put away their long swords and saluted the two Lake warriors who fought to the last moment with a standard military salute, offering their highest respect to these two warriors...

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10 days later.

Britannia Empire, Northern Territory, Avalon Fortress, Michael Knights Headquarters, Su Cheng's office.

Su Cheng whispered the final battle damage statistics that Deng Jiaer had just sent in his hand:

"138 people died, 289 were injured, and the Lygasus Mountains were burned... Sigh..."

Su Cheng sighed softly and threw the battle damage report on the table.

At this time, Willy, who was standing in front of Su Cheng's desk, whispered to Su Cheng: "All the stubborn resisters on the Legassus Mountains have been wiped out, and the Legassus Mountains have been pacified. This Salomanda The battle is now considered a victory. Unfortunately... the losses were much greater than expected, and the Lygasus Mountains were also burned..."

As soon as Willy finished speaking, Su Cheng immediately said:

"It actually didn't matter if the Lygasus Mountains were burned down. It wasn't an important mountain range anyway. The loss was actually not too great. It only cost less than 500 casualties to conquer a country with hundreds of thousands of people. For a nation with a large population, this is an amazing achievement that can be recorded in the annals of history.”

"It is inevitable that the casualties are so much higher than expected."

"After all, including me, no one expected that there would be such a group of admirable warriors among the Lake people."

"Two hundred people, fighting against an army of ten thousand, faced with such a disparity in combat power, would rather die than surrender. They would fight to the last moment, to the last man..."

Speaking of this, Su Cheng sighed again.

Then he stood up from the chair, turned around, and looked at the window behind him and the blue sky outside the window.

His eyes gradually showed admiration and envy.

"I'm a little envious."

"If only we Britannians could have the spirit and courage of these Lakers who choose to fight to the end."

"Our Britannia Empire may have unified the entire continent long ago."

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Britannia Empire, northern border, Lygasus Mountains, at the foot of the mountains, the base of the Pingbarbarian Legion.

Deng Jiaer, who was wearing armor, was holding the knight's sword on her waist while looking at the huge Lygasus Mountains not far in front of her, which looked like a dormant giant beast.

"What a bunch of respectable opponents..." Deng Jiaer murmured softly.

Although this group of stubborn rebels brought a lot of trouble to Deng Jiaer, Deng Jiaer still had to admit that they were a group of respectable enemies and respectable opponents.

"Commander." At this moment, Deng Jiaer's deputy came over, "The tents, wooden fences and other facilities have all been dismantled, and the entire army is ready to break camp."

"Yeah, okay." Deng Jiaer nodded, "Give me the order to break out of camp and return to Base No. 1."

"yes!"

After pacifying the Lygasos Mountains, the plain barbarian army naturally had no reason to stay here anymore.

However, for the sake of safety, Deng Jiaer still obeyed Su Cheng's order and left five squadrons to monitor the Lakers who chose to surrender, while the rest of the troops returned to Base No. 1.

While evacuating the stronghold along with the large army, Deng Jiaer inadvertently walked to an open space filled with tombstones.

In this clearing, the remains of those Lake warriors who chose to fight to the end were buried.

Although this group of Lake warriors who chose to fight to the end brought Deng Jiaer a lot of trouble and caused the casualties of the plain barbarian army to greatly exceed expectations, Deng Jiaer still felt that this group of people faced a huge disparity in the battle. There is still some admiration for the warriors who can fight to the end.

Their families and tribesmen wanted to bury them, but Deng Jiaer turned a blind eye to their actions and allowed them to go up the mountain to search for their bodies and bury them here.

The Lakers, like their fellow Britons, have a custom of erecting tombstones.

Although a long time has passed since these soldiers were buried here, many people still come here to pay their respects.

Deng Jiaer looked around and found that there was an acquaintance in the cemetery at this time, Lu Ge, the son of the leader of the Helai tribe.

Lu Ge knelt down in front of a tombstone and stared at the tombstone in front of him with red eyes.

Besides Lu Ge, there was also a pretty good-looking girl who knelt and sat in front of the tombstone with Lu Ge. The girl kept sobbing and raising her hands to wipe her tears from time to time.

Looking at the grieving Lu Ge and the pretty girl, Deng Jiaer murmured softly at a volume that only he could hear clearly:

"I wonder if someone will come here to pay homage to these warriors in a hundred or thousand years..."

After taking a few final glances at the cemetery, trying to engrave the scene of the cemetery where these warriors were buried in his mind, Deng Jiaer tapped the horse's belly lightly and drove the horse under his crotch away from here...