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At the two sides of Shawob River, especially the south riverside where Buzaberg Jetty was at, the riverside was a like wetland made of mud, other than being a chaotic temporary construction site. The air was foggy around the wetland but the heat from the sunlight soon evaporated the fog. The mud and the water in the shallow river became extremely clear. Through them, everything seemed to be covered in a layer of mysterious color.

The thin fog, the sunlight and the thick smoke all mixed into one in the air. Within the smoke near the jetty, the light gleamed just like thunder all the time. Some on the water surface, some on the bridge and even at the jetty. The light dots connected into one line and the explosion came like a tsunami.

When the light dimmed, the smoke rose like clouds. The jetty showed its true image on a rare occasion. Through the blurred light and fire, soldiers could be seen standing in dense formation. The people were also seen running away in fright.

At the center of the river, especially the place nearest to the jetty frontline, seven West Percian sailboats lined up in a single file. More than ten cannon windows were opened on both sides of the boat. In the windows were cannon mouths spitting fire. When the sailboats swung with the waves, the cannons released deafening roars. Sometimes, it was a single shot or a row of shots. Sometimes, it was a few, sometimes dense shots. The cannons kept spreading and expanding like a group of clouds, coming slowly into a large, terrifying piece. It covered all the space of the south and north shores.

Speaking of it, it was strange that the smoke created by the cannons and the rise and fall of shooting sounds actually created such a beautiful and touching scene. From the view of the highest commanding official of the First Cannon Division of Titan's Guards, the roaring of the cannons was the bouquet in a festival. The explosive shock waves and the rising of water pillars were the melodies and dances during the festival.

Torry retrieved his gaze from the window. He tore the collar of his uniform apart, then wiped his charred face due to the fire powder and smoke. He still felt uncomfortable in the end. So, he simply threw his uniform away and was naked on the upper half of his body. He ran about in every ship and said to every cannon soldiers, "Brothers, give it your all. Send all the dogs of the west back to their hometown!"

Thus, his soldiers filled the powder excitedly. Then, they stared at the lead of the cannon happily, as if they were lighting a firecracker. The lead let out a burning sound. When the fire disappeared into the cannon, the soldiers turned around with their backs facing the cannon. Then, they used their hands to cover their ears. A shriek that resembled a male alto voice rang from the cannon and the large momentum sent the cannon away from the window. However, the large buffer at the base brought the cannon back to its original position.

After a few seconds, the cannon shot that became a dark purplish color due to friction with the air let out a long moan. The people heard "Shoo" and "Dong". Suddenly, the dark purplish cloud turned into an eye-catching white. Broken limbs and broken bridge were blown into the air. Additionally, this fierce cloud mixed together with another round, dense firefight!

So, more limbs got torn apart. Mixed with the wooden debris of the bridge, they were thrown up high and spread around before falling into the river. Countless bodies floated on the surface of the river. The blood washed against the riverside. At the side of the bridge, the intelligent agent of the Faran Kingdom, Colonel Karlchette, had lost his past pretense. His military hat was nowhere to be found. His ears were bleeding and his narrow face was full of charcoal dust and sweat. This Baron had hidden in an archer tower which was built temporarily. The archer tower was the furthest away from the jetty. Even so, the cannon would shoot at this place occasionally.

"How do you perceive this matter?" the jetty investigator of Anti Titan Army pointed to the scene in front of them.

Colonel Karlchette smiled and showed his yellowed teeth, "Who am I supposed to ask? But let me remind you. When the cannon firing has finished, if you still have people with you, send them to build a defense base near the river."

"Near the river?" the investigator looked at the stated place where large water pillars kept blowing up, "Leave it! No one will go!"

Karlchette patted the shoulder of the official of the jetty, "Then, I am sorry. I must leave this d*mned place!"

Right after the agent ran out of the archer tower, there was a huge explosion behind him. The archer tower collapsed due to the fire cannons. The arrows that were stored in it dispersed like naughty children. The unlucky Colonel Karlchette was thrown into a mud by the explosive shock wave. Then, a flying arrow from the explosion hit his butt. He gritted his teeth as he held onto his skinny butt, climbing slowly forward like an unlucky beggar.

Finally, Major Karlchette climbed near his target. He turned the body of his division commander carefully. The Golden Lion Flag was resting there peacefully. Karlchette Divoli held back the pain in his leg and sat upright. He wanted to take the blood-stained flag from his division commander, but his division commander held onto the flag too tightly. Karlchetted could not do anything. 

The young major, commander of the cavalry unit glanced at the highland which was full of bodies. This was the place his group and division had fought at. The enemy's cannon and their assault unit left all his comrades here.

Suddenly, Karlchette felt emotional. He used his teary eyes to search for familiar faces on the ground. Even though he only took over this unit right before the war, he remembered them well.

The man who held onto the enemy tightly was Taylor who was a high school teacher before the war. The one whose limbs were hit was the messenger in the division. He loved to show pictures of his wife and children to the other soldiers. The one who had a few iron arrows pierced through his body was Larry, a shoemaker before the war. Karlchette's army boots were maintained by him.

The major looked at the broken limbs hung on the flagpole. He apologized to his division commander. Using a knight's sword and with all his energy, Karlchette cut down the arms of his division commander who was holding the flag. His division commander's blood had dried up. The cut arms only showed red muscles and pale bones.

The major stood up shakily. He used the flagpole to stable himself on the ground. The pain on his thigh was so intense that Karlchete almost lost his balance but he held it back with gritted teeth. He saw a lonely warhorse nearby, so he walked towards this little guy who had lost its master.

The major touched the wet neck of the horse. It was all sweat and blood. Limping on his injured leg, he climbed onto the horse's back. Just like the previous flag holder, he tied the flagpole on his forearm with a piece of a broken uniform. To be honest, Karlchette did not know what he should do after this. The Golden Lion Flag that was broken in pieces had completely lost its past color and liveliness. The fierce sun during midday let the corner of the flag drooped downwards, depressed. It was just like the deep sigh of a general who had lost everything.

Karlchette turned his head around. Since God knows when the injured knights of the 2-1 unit had already gathered around. Arrows were struck in their bodies and some had broken limbs.

Karlchette looked at the knights behind him and again at the flag in his hand. He knew that the Guards had never fought such horrible yet courageous war! They launched their attack under the attack of the enemy's cannons and arrows. Then, they struggled hard under the defense of infantry and disturbance of cavalry. Now, they were going back to the Fire-Eyed Girl Highlands in front of them.

Karlchette's Fire-Eyed Girl Highlands still stood on one edge of the plain. Just that the blood and bodies of the knights had completely covered her face. Karlchette held the flag up high. He could no longer speak but the language of the flag represented everything. The southwest wind blew at the plains and the broken Golden Lion shivered with it. The young major commander turned his horse to the direction of the highlands. He closed his eyes slowly.

"Your eyes are like fire. Only you. When my passionate youth is about to pass, you light me up like I am the charcoal!" Karlchette recalled his wife's face for the last time, then he urged his horse lightly. Once again, the remaining thousand warriors of the Titan Guards' War Army's Sixth Column of the Nineteenth Corps launched their attack at the Fire-Eyed Girl Highlands. Hopefully, this was the last attack because the warriors' eyes who watched this scene on the battlefield were already filled with tears. They only felt that true heroes should only experience the pain of that instant, not endless, continuous torture. Why was the sky so gloomy?

Sergeant Morod Karlchette lied on the ground. The truth showed that he should not leave his role and more so joined the frontline unit at the right wing.

The little messenger was crying and screaming by his side. The guy used his white hands to press at his wounds with force. The robin's wound was at his left ribs. A sharp double-blade slashed at his ribs, but Morod Karlchette could no longer feel the pain. The pain went away slowly as he lost more blood. Sergeant Karlchette only wanted to know if his eyes were losing the color, or that the sky was truly filled with gloomy clouds.

The robin's arm searched the ground. He could only feel bodies that were stacked together. When he finally found a small part of soil after some hard work, he was disappointed because the soil tasted of blood. Couldn't he find a better evidence?

Karlchette struggled to get up. His messenger quickly helped him out. He could finally see a larger piece of sky. The sun was up high, and the sky was blue. Amongst the blue, a few grey clouds floated around. The robin was most familiar with this scenery. Every rainy season, the plains near Shawob River were well-known for their "tearing rain" and "sky-filled rainbow".

Morod Karlchette was born at this place, grew up, learned and enlisted at the same place. No one knew more of the sun shower that was about to fell than him.

"It's about to rain!" the sergeant reached out his hands and laid his palms flat. He maintained this position for a long time. Right at the last moment when his life ended, rain fell from the sky and onto the palms of the robin. Therefore, this soldier closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Countless Titan warriors walked past Sergeant Morod Karlchette and the crying messenger holding the sergeant. Sacrifices happened at every single moment in a battlefield. No one would take note of the death of a normal soldier.

Everything was moving. Human bodies, weapons, sunlight and the rain under the sun. Only robin lied quietly in the embrace of a little kid. It seemed as if he was having a nice sleep. There was a hint of a smile on his face.

The grey clouds cast a few huge shadows on the ground, but no one noticed the change in the weather. The battle frontline which four, five miles in length was filled with sharp sounds of killing and people trying to kill each other. Rain fell silently and without notice. At first, the warriors only felt a little shiver but as the rain became dense and heavy, people finally took notice and were surprised by it.

Silverfox Alan danced on his observation deck. He even opened a bottle of Brandy. The bodies fighting in the rain became even more hasty. The rain made the warriors' faces crueler and the soil under their feet bloodier in the mud where bones and flesh buried underneath. The people under the sun stared at the clouds with devout eyes. They seemed to be seeing miracles. The rain was continuous and, along with the sunlight, brought a sense of cooling to the afternoon air.

The area of rainfall seemed to expand - from the edge of the forest to the whole battlefield. However, some places seemed to be clear as usual. The people who had never witness "tearing rain" before would truly be mesmerized by the scene before their eyes. It was as if a few holes filled with clouds suddenly appeared in the sky. The God of Light turned the hourglass of rain over as if throwing a tantrum under the eyes of the Sun King.

A beautiful light pillar fell on the Fire-Eyed Girl Highlands. This 49-meter high hill was right at the intersection of the two areas of rainfall. The sunlight was compressed into a bundle of white by the clouds and appeared more dazzling in the clear sky. The collision of the rain clouds forced a loud rumble of lightning but the people standing under clear sky could not see the lightning. The sunlight diluted the energy of the lightning and light. From the view of Staff Sergeant Karlchette the spear-user, the scene before him was strange.

His spear division rushed upwards from the slope at the right side of the highlands. The enemy's reaction was nothing short of slow. At first, it was a round of arrow shower, then the disturbance of the cavalry unit. Following that was the collision with the infantry of the Faran Kingdom's Fifteenth Knight. The spear-users did not have such a hard time with those with shield and axes. Titan warriors' spears had the enemy's organs and bodies on them.

Karlchette was an experienced veteran. He took off the specially-made armor made for the Guards, then took the shield of the Faran Kingdom Army. Now, the enemy and his unit could not recognize such a strange soldier. The spear-user wore an evil smile on his face. He used his shield to push the warrior beside him and used his spear to push the enemy in front of him. The frontline where both sides glued together in a fight did not mind such a man with an unknown identity. Karlchette, like a stubborn pangolin, squeezed towards the center at the highlands. There stood an army flag that he swore he must destroy.

That army flag was right before his eyes. Karlchette saw the face of the flag holder and the beautiful army uniform the person wore. The spear-using Staff Sergeant held his weapon tightly, waited for an opportunity and stabbed forward! The officer who held the flag only felt a cold sting at the lower belly. The spear was too quick. He did not even have the time to feel pain before he dropped to the ground with his eyes wide opened. Karlchette used his shield to bump the enemy in front of him away. He rushed forward and stepped on the shaky army flag. The Farans finally understood what had happened until this moment. They rushed towards him like a cloud of flies. Staff Sergeant Karlchette held his spear high and fought amicably. Throughout this whole time, his legs did not leave the enemy's flag.

Just when the spear-user was about to run out of energy and his spear was stuck between the bones of an unfortunate soldier, Karlchette saw a new flag stood on the highlands. He distinguished it carefully. That should be the Golden Lion Flag that he was familiar with. The horses of Titan's cavalry unit jumped to the highest point of the highlands. They were soaking wet due to the sudden sun shower but they were all energetic and had uniformed movements.

The knife was cut down with clean moves and the sword slashed upwards in a light movement. The warhorses crashed into the enemy's unit while the knights hit the soldiers before them with their shields.

A knight whose body was full of blood stood alone on the highlands. Countless knights engaged in self-absorbed fights around him, but no one wanted to disturb the flag-holder who did not had any weapon at all. He alone held the tattered Golden Lion as if the battlefield beside him did not matter him at all.

Karlchette felt an emotion growing in his heart in which he had never experienced before. He kicked the body near his spearhead and threw the shield away. He gazed at the blood-stained flag while he raised his spear up high. That emotion that spread and burned his heart just like boiling oil had to be released through shouts.

An uncivilized roar came from the Fire-Eyed Girl Highlands.

"All hail our country!"

"All hail!" Countless warriors raised their spears and the weapons in their hands. They could no longer find any enemy at the peak of the highlands. The once invincible enemy retreated to the plains at the south of the highlands just like a tide. The warriors could still see the thick rainclouds hovering the sky above the Hoillanders' camp. The panic-stricken Hoillander cannon soldiers were covering the life-taking machines with rain clothes and blankets made of dry grass.

Sunlight shone upon the face of Karlchette, the spear-user. He reached out his blood-stained hand towards the knight who sat on the horse. He felt that shaking hands with this hero was better than giving him a military salutation.

The knight glared with his wide eyes. There was no color in his eyes. Nor was any focus.

The spear-user Karlchette felt a little weird. He grabbed the person's arm but the warrior on the horse slumped immediately. The flag that was raised up high fell slowly. Karlchette quickly helped him up. The nearby soldiers noticed the falling flag. They rushed forward. Numerous hands reached out to the flag. The three broken arms tied to the flag were terrifying, but the flag was maintained in its position by countless blood-stained palms. 

Once again, the flag in which the Titan's Guards had fought for a long time flew high on Fire-Eyes Girl Highlands. The young knight was motionless. His thigh's vein was cut open. Only God of Light knew when his life and soul had left his body. Only he himself knew how he rushed towards the Fire-Eyed Girl Highlands when his blood almost ran out.

The Fire-Eyed Girl Highland was filled with light. Numerous Titan warriors were staring proudly at the flag which flew high in the sky. The warrior who held the flag had sacrificed himself, but his comrades still hung on to his body stubbornly. The flag was connected to his body. There seemed to be no way of separating them. 

"Who is he?" spear-user Staff Sergeant Karlchette asked a knight beside him. He wanted to know the name of this hero very badly.

The knight raised his chest, "He is the division leader of 619.33. The lover of Fire-Eyed Girl Highland."

Silverfox Alan threw the wine bottle away. Brandy dripped down along the edge of the observation deck. The thick scent of wince attracted the attention of everyone.

"Marshal...Marshal!" the observer approached Silverfox carefully, "The Alliance Army's reserved squadrons at the back of the frontline is retreating towards the direction of the jetty. They are retreating from the battlefield!" Alan's eyes were a little out of focus. Before him gathered thousands of soldiers. The sky tore up before him and sun showered upon the ground like miracles. "What do you want to say?"

The observer saluted the highest commanding marshal respectfully, "Sir if you allow me to, I want to congratulate on your victory! The reserve squadrons are now retreating from the battlefield. This shows that we have already--"

Alan pulled this disturbing man away in a great force. He rushed to the edge of the observation deck and shouted to the messengers below the tower.

"What are you waiting for? Take group as a unit! Launch combine attack! Combine attack!"

"Which...which group?" a messenger asked after mustering his courage.

Alan frowned. He counted with his fingers, "First Group, Second Group, Third Group, Fourth Group, Fifth Group..."

The messenger finally moved out. They sped up their horses at a crazy speed and dispersed to the bases at all directions. At the same time, they kept shouting over the clashing of weapons, "All members attack! All members attack!"

Along with the command of their commander, the whistling to attack rang all over the place. Countless wooden-paddled boats which had shields on them were prepared at the riverside of the Buzaberg Jetty. Titan's boatmen built these boats according to the design of the eastern people. Each boat could accommodate up to two hundred-men platoons.

The boats stopped by the riverside. Following a loud scream, a colonel of the Guards who held the Flying Horse Flag was the first to rush towards the jetty. "Alligator" Macier led his Assault unit out of the boat. The fully-armed Special Brigade warriors stepped into the water and moved forward. Soon, they took over the base near the riverside.

After that, the First Special Combat Brigade of Titan Empire's Military Intelligence Bureau's 5000 soldiers were divided into six groups. Under the cover of the cannons, they reached the land respectively. The resistance of the Alliance Army broke at that instant. The Special Brigade warriors only needed to deal with soldiers who were tortured by the crazy cannon firings until they have gone mad.

The people who had never experienced the battle by the jetty would definitely not believe the tragedy of this living hell. There was no clean soil at the shore and jetty. The bridge was also broken. Wildfire and grey broken bodies were all over the place. The invaders who used to be proud had become slaves beyond recognition. They were unafraid when they faced the weapons of these Special Brigade warriors. Some knelt as they gazed at the sky, some lied on the ground.

Titan warriors did not pity these invaders who were tortured both mentally and physically. Their knives cut these people who could no longer fight. Their spears slashed at these cowardly people who begged for forgiveness.

Finally, the riverside went silent. Only platoons of the Special Brigade warriors were rummaging through the enemies' bodies.

The highest commanding officer of the Special Combat Brigade Brigadier General Luke Citel was truly shocked by what he had seen when he jumped off the boat. He thought he had fallen into hell. After all his members had landed, the Brigadier General remembered to wave at the cannon ships in the river. No matter what, the whole reserve force of the Anti-Titan Alliance Army with the strength of a whole infantry corps was gathered at Buzaberg Jetty. The Special Combat Brigade was able to land safely thanks to Tove Van Sukhoi on the boat.

Torry was squeezed in the cannons ship. He was checking on the cannons with a technician without a left arm. His technician and he were old partners. It had been that way since Saijo Mountain Defense War.

The interior of the cannon ships was like a huge hot stove. The gunpowder with stinging smell littered all over the floor. The green box which had the cannon in it was covered with clothes that were water- and heat-resistant. However, most of the boxes were already empty. Torry scratched his head. The consumption of the gunpowder was completely out of his expectation, but it was all thanks to his sister.

Vijdeline Van Sukhoi was truly an expert in firearms. She was the one who had produced these new fire cannons that were suitable for all types of battles. The weapons on this armed cannon ship mainly consisted of two types.

The first one was a lightweight six-pound cannon. A diameter of 85 millimeters, length (multiplication) 18, initial speed 416 meters per second, effective range (actual cannon) 600 meters, (dispersive cannon) 400 meters, actual cannon 4 kilograms, dispersive cannon 8 kilograms, each could be fired once in every minute and weighed 290 kilometers. Another one was an eight-pound cannon. A diameter of 108 millimeters, length (multiplication) 18, initial speed 410 meters per second, effective range (actual cannon) 800 meters, (dispersive cannon) 600 meters, actual cannon of 8 kilograms and dispersive cannons of 8 kilograms, it could be fired once in every minute and weighed 580 kilograms.

"Division Commander! We have some trouble!" an officer called out while crashing into the room. He pointed to the opposite side of the jetty.

The opposite side of the Shawob River was filled with people. The Anti-Alliance Army brought out countless wooden boats from the Hetto Plains. It seemed that they had made the preparations to retreat since the beginning.

Torry ran to the south side of the boat. There was only the Special Combat Brigade at the Buzaberg Jetty. His master's Red Tiger Knights were nowhere to be found! Torry rushed to the north side of the boat again. The Alliance Army had already set their boats into the river.

This Cannon Major General of the Guards spread open the cannon's war map in panic. It seemed that the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Chief War Strategist Division obviously did not fully grasp the reaction speed of the Alliance Army. The cannon war had only started for slightly more than half an hour. The main forces of the enemy had already begun their retreat.

Torry's dark hands pressed tightly on the map, "We have seven cannon ships. Each of which has twelve six-pound cannons and six eight-pound cannons! Is it enough to close off this river?"

The officers present all shook their heads. Even though they were the very first cannon unit commanders of the Titan's Guards, they understood very well of the function of the cannons and the current situation.

Torry gritted his teeth, "Bring those ships which have the fortress cannons at the downstream up! Now!"

"But...the enemy can totally wait on the other side of the river. They can still reach the jetty," an officer looked at his commander worriedly.

Torry shook his head, "I can't do anything about that, but I must ensure the First Special Combat Brigade at Buzaberg Jetty that we won't miss any ship on this river! We can't allow even one enemy to reach them!"

The officers nodded finally.

Torry folded his sleeves, "Tell the captain to set sail. We will fight our battle on the opposite side! Tell the dogs from the west to forever remember the First Cannon Division of the Titan's Guards!"

Seven cannon ships turned around at the same time with their sails dancing in the wind and army flag flying up high. Torry chose an extremely beautiful painting for his First Cannon Division. It was a goddess with huge breasts who was pulling gently on the melodious golden harp.

The cannon ships sailed slowly away from the destroyed jetty. It sailed over the two thousand meters-wide river and stopped at the deep waters which were four hundred meters away from the opposite riverside. Tove Van Sukhoi adjusted the cannons himself. He aimed at a wooden boat which was approaching the cannon ship. Thanks to Vijdeline, she installed an ignition device that could be disassembled for her brother's cannons. Torry no longer needed to worry about the problem of blowing the cannon with himself. When the cannons needed to cool down, he only needed to pull the tampion from the body and pour cold water onto it! If it was an emergency, giving a piss at the cannon body could work as well.

"Listen to my order!" Torry roared, "Take aim at any object which moves on the river! Fire!"

The windows of the cannon ships immediately let out puffs of white smoke. Along with a dull roar, the second window, the third, the fourth, all cannons released furious fire which accumulated in their mouth. Smoke rose again in Shawob River. A fierce dispersive cannon fell amongst the people at the riverside. The intense explosion immediately caused thick bloody mist. An actual cannon hit the wooden boats and it broke apart immediately. The river water turned into small whirlpools due to the waves caused by the cannons. The small whirlpools pulled countless lives into the heart of the river.

The battlefield was a gigantic machine that took lives away. It moved all the time and all the while maintained its endless power.

A thick smoke rose at the plains far away from the riverside. Marshal Alan's observation deck had turned into a large burning fire torch that served as the last signal for combined attack. The Titan's Guards' both left and right wings marched forward along with the central base. The battle forces made up of three hundred thousand people caused a dull sound of marching. No arrows flying around, no screeching voices. The knights urged their warhorses slowly and the infantry soldiers stepped according to the beats of the drum. Everyone looked satisfied. It was as if the heaven was right in front of them and reaching the destination signaled inner peace. 

The commander of the Sixth Column finally reached "Karlchette's Fire-Eyed Girl Highlands". He did not think wrongly of that skinny, shy and poor young commander of the knights. When he was at the highest point of the highlands, Major Karlchette Divoli held the Golden Lion flag up high for the inspection of the officer.

The commander of the Sixth Column saluted the motionless Major Karlchette. After a long while, he put down the arm from his chest.

"Take the flag!" the commander ordered an officer beside him but he could not get the flag from the hand of this major even with all his might.

The officer was a little troubled, but he received some hint from the three broken arms on the flagpole. Just when he pulled his knight's sword out, a tall spear-user soldier rushed towards him like an angry ox. In one push, this unlucky officer was pushed off his horse.

Karlchette on the horse titled his body and seemed to be almost rolled over. The spear-user Karlchette quickly helped him up. This Staff Sergeant stuck his spear into the bloody soil deeply, then pulled a cloth off his uniform. He tied the knight's forearm and the flag to the spear. This way, the young commander of the knights, Karlchette, once again sat properly on the horse. His posture was as confident and with strength as when he was alive.

"This is his highlands and also his army flag!" the spear-user looked at the general who gave the order provocatively. Thankfully, the commander of the Sixth Column was a reasonable soldier. He simply nodded and accepted the suggestion of the Staff Sergeant.

"Big brother! Big brother!" a spear-user pulled at Karlchette, "Quickly! The officer at the column is looking for you!"

Karlchette quickly followed this soldier down the hill but stopped suddenly. He turned around to look at the flag that stood in the highlands and the knight beneath it.

"I should ask that general. He must know the name of that flag-holder! Maybe he still has wishes that have not been completed!"

"That is his highlands. He already has his Fire-Eyed Girl. This is enough!" the soldier answered him, "We should hurry up. Or else the officers will say that we are army deserters!"

Karlchette retrieved his gaze and took a spear from the terrible battlefield. He gave his to that hero. This made him feel refreshed.

Where was the east? Where was the west? Little Karlchette hid in the forest. His huge eyes darted around but he still did not know where he was at! Along the way, he only met a few wild dogs. He did not see any old horse that knew the road or the mule that spoke the language of the horse.

"D*mn it!" little Karlchette chewed the warm grass. He could not taste anything.

A smoke-like fog rose at the mountain on the east. That was dust. Little Karlchette listened closely in alert and turned to the edge of the trees. He used the leaves to cover his body.

Soon, the intense sound of horses became louder and Karlchette blew his nose excitedly. He could smell the scent of many of his kind and also the trembling of the ground. He would not be lost anymore! Karlchete jumped happily! Finally, numerous knights appeared at the not-so-faraway mountain, then rushed downwards like a flash flood. These knights quickly spread on the plains. 

Karlchette did not rush out of the forest blindly. He was searching for the companion he was familiar with, but he was disappointed. There was none amongst the horses that he knew. But wait…who was that?

Karlchette widened his eyes. He carefully identified the black figure which moved like lightning.

"It's Black! It's big master's Black!" Karlchette happily shouted. He immediately rushed towards them.

"It's Black! Black with red hooves! Thank God of Light! I finally found the organization!" Karlchatte ran as he mumbled to himself.

The Red Tiger Knights did not mind this warhorse who had lost his knight. Even Oscar who rode on Black did not mind about this little guy who stuck close to Rayshure. His Red Tiger was rushing towards the battlefield. And the most troublesome of all, Massimi who was responsible for communication still had not reported back on the safe route until now.

The sun was setting, and the Red Tiger Knights finally reached Saint Hailey. The town was quiet. They saw a terrible sight of streets that seemed to be rummaged over. Dried blood clots could be seen on the road, but the knights could not find even one townspeople even after several searches. Not even a body.

To be specific, there was one body. Skinned and hung at the pillar at the beginning of the town street. Flies and bugs were feeding away crazily at the flesh and blood of this body. There was also a group of crows by the rooftops, staring at the delicious body with ill intention.

Prince Oscar ordered his knights to take the body down and buried it properly. However, that warhorse which had lost its rider seemed to have gone mad and was unhappy to see the knights touching the body. Karlchette bit the people and kicked the other horses. He definitely would not allow anyone get close to his master. Even though his master had become in a state he could not believe, but he still remembered the smell of Massimi. To be honest, master's smell was terrible now.

That was the stink that a dead body released after it was exposed under extreme sunlight, but this did not affect Karlchette. He could distinguish the familiar smell from the stink.

"This is my master, Massimi. Go away! All of you go away!"

Oscar did not care about the confusion on the street. He gathered with a few commanders.

Sir Klaslaw who came from the Battlefield Side Control Center looked at the Prince's facial expression. He knew that there would be all sorts of incidents during the long-journey attack, but no matter how, he would never have guessed that the current situation would be the most dangerous.

"Your Highness, going forward is the actual controlled area of the Alliance Army. Four castles near the jetty have defense army of twenty thousand people. We will most probably be blocked on the road," Murat glanced at Oscar worriedly.

The Prince had to turn to Klaslaw who could not do anything further. At this time, he had lost the intention to scold his subordinate who could not fulfill his duty.

"This is the place we lost contact with Massimi?"

"That's right!" Klaslaw nodded hopelessly, "There should be another war guide here, but…didn't you see? That brave agent was burnt to ashes."

Oscar turned his head away in gritted teeth, "That is to say, we can only use the highway?"

Murat did not say anything. He had already turned away to deal with the unit.

The troubled Oscar turned to the knights who were jumping around the body, "Aren't you guys finished? Just kill that mad horse!"

Finally, the Red Tiger knights used a long rope to tie Karlchette who kept jumping around. The young warhorse struggled even harder. A yellowed karft paper fell from the saddle. A brave knight picked that important war map up with the risk of being stepped by the horse.

"Thief! Give it back to me! Give it back!" Karlchette was completely furious. He rushed forward crazily. The strong force even broke the rope.

The knight who held the map flew away when horse bumped into him. The warriors who stood by finally became impatient. The Prince was right. They should just kill this horse.

Karlchette was shot by a spear, but he stood there stubbornly right by the body. He began to cough up blood, but he still stayed by his master's side. He was a loyal horse. He did not know how to communicate with the humans. He only knew the simplest and easiest to understand moral. For example, to never betray his knight.

That kraft paper flew out of the hand of the fallen knight. It turned and tossed in the air and finally fell next to Oscar. The Prince picked this map up for no reason. He took a look at it and was completely surprised by the things drawn on it.

Karlchette's sight blurred. He finally lied on the ground. The knight cut the rope that hung the body off and the bloody Massimi fell on his companion.

Karlchette wanted to help his master up but his legs were out of strength. The furious warhorse twitched then died quietly with regretful tears.

Oscar gave the map to Sir Klaslaw who was by his side who then walked to the body of the horse and the man who was tortured badly. The Prince pulled the hair of the dead aside. At this point, he was able to relate this bloody and blurred face to the brave and clever captain.

"This is Massimi!"

The knights around him came forward. If this body belonged to Massimi, then this little guy who had gone mad must be Massimi's companion. That knight who threw the spear covered his face with his hands, "Oh God of Light! Look at what I have done."

Oscar did not say anything. He only closed the eyes of Karlchette.

"Your Highness..." Murat approached him, "The scout found the townspeople. They....they are in a huge hole, but you won't want to witness that hell-like place--"

"Get on the horses!" Oscar interrupted the words of the Corps Commander of the knights with a short command. The Red Tiger knights quickly gathered around. Colonel Klaslaw had already confirmed the validity of that map. The God-chosen warriors would soon engage in battle.

But before they set out, Oscar still ordered for the soldiers to walk via another route. That was a quiet forest. The invaders had dug a huge hole for the dead by the edge of the forest. Inside the hole were the people who lived in this place.

The Red Tiger walked past the hole. Every warrior etched the faces of these people in their memory.

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