The group of only two thousand recruits made their way south, but it seems that the Kaiser grain wagons were so slow that they were not seen at all.
"If we chase them in reverse like this, we won't see the grain wagons until at least tomorrow!" Dragan led his brigade to rest in the grassland.
After driving half a day, everyone was a bit exhausted.
"Damn Kaiser people! Nothing to do but come and invade us!" Dragan spat as he chewed hard bread.
"Better hurry up and show up for this brigadier! I'll kill all these Kaisers who are carrying food!"
Sometimes the sky is not what it seems, and sometimes, it's extraordinarily different.
Soon after Dragan finished speaking, he heard the sound of troops marching behind him, quite neatly.
"Incoming! Coming!" Dragan beamed with joy as he thought the Kaiser men, who were carrying the rations, were arriving.
But on second thought, something didn't feel right.
They were clearly heading south in plundering the Kaiser party carrying grain, but why did they manage to run behind again?
"Dragan, we may be in trouble."
There was a distant fire coming from the north behind them, and only when they got closer did Joseph see the flag in the firelight, the flag of the Kaiser.
This is a flame burning a city pattern, since the first Kaiser emperor Raiser began to use, never changed, so that people can know at first glance which country the flag is, and what the flag is trying to express.
On top of that, Joseph saw a flag with a surprisingly golden background, which was completely different from the ordinary Kaiser flag with a white background.
"This is the King of Kaiser's flag."
column-commander Geli said in a gruff voice, his eyes were extraordinarily bitter, and the scars on his face looked ghastly, "The flag of the king of Kaiser is all woven with gold silk."
"Is really in trouble."
Dragan was lost in thought for a moment, and he saw, distinctly, clearly and precisely, the long rows of armor, the neatly made spears and shields, like lions at sunrise, displaying their sharp fangs and thick sideburns.
"Prepare for battle!!! Quickly!"
Geli shouted, and at the same time his body began to become strong - he had already used the Spiritual race's ability Berserk.
Geli was not the only Column-commander who noticed the incoming Kaiser army.
After a few minutes of panic, everyone was woken up and quickly put on their armor, seeing that the Kaiser army was approaching.
....
The battlefield, in this grassland began to divide.
The darkness of the night was illuminated by countless torches.
"Kill."
Alexander said indifferently, drew his saber and pointed it forward.
In a flash, the 10,000 soldiers under his command pounced out like a wolf pack, but neatly and regularly, and the clash of armor due to the running was surprisingly "sizzling and profound", like a rhythm.
"Jose, this is for you!" Dragan shouted, from the arms of a pebble handed to Joseph, "help me to keep this safe!
"When I die, you go to my place and dig up the money I hid, and the notepad I wrote - you know, I don't want to die in vain, with nothing left behind."
"You help me keep the chronicle, and later, while selling wine, tell them my story."
"Let them know that the great Dragan finally died for his country after all!"
Joseph looked at his hand gripping the spear tightly, already trembling with tension, as evidenced by the unstoppable shaking of his body.
Dragan was indeed a soldier who had gone to war, he might have really had that experience once upon a time, he was not lying, he was the last man left in that column of theirs.
"Kill!"
The first one to rush out was Dragan.
The Odin were absolute warriors, for they had more faith than the rest of the nation.
No one retreated even when faced with a tidal wave of flooding.
"Kill! Kill this group of Kaiserbane!"
Geli shouted and also rushed up, gold and iron clash "thump" sound, echoing in the battlefield, armor for spear piercing protection is very little, as long as stabbed, is death.
The blood, will spread red earth.
....
"They're crazy."
Alexander looked at the Odin who took the initiative to rush up from behind the battlefield and couldn't help but murmur.
Anyone would be surprised to know that those who faced twice the number of enemy troops dared to fight were elites, those who were three times the number were warriors, and those who were five times the number were only Spiritualists who went to their deaths bravely.
"The rumor is that Odin is a land of faith, and now it seems to live up to its name."
One of Alexander's staff members exclaimed.
"So what, they still have to die even with such a special ability!" Alexander pointed to the Spirituals whose figures looked extraordinarily huge on the battlefield.
"Nothing is eternal, gods also die, their gods have not appeared for nearly a thousand years, they are already dead, otherwise they would have sent down punishment on us!" Alexander sneered.
That Spiritual clansman, who had been stabbed by the chaotic spears on the battlefield for an unknown number of times, still survived.
"Bring my bow!"
Alexander roared loudly, and his cronies quickly brought up a large orange bow.
He took the arrow and bent the bow, and drew a full string directly.
Such arm strength was no better than even the Spiritual clansmen.
With a slight aim, he shot an arrow and heard a "swoosh", the arrow appeared in the Spiritual's forehead and entered his head.
Alexander's arrows kept on, frantically harvesting the Odin's lives.
....
Joseph was shooting his bow and arrow in the back, he took on such a task and was assigned to him by Dragan - archers are always the easiest to survive to the end.
Joseph looked at the war in front of him and could not help but be moved, as his compatriots, who had previously been joking together, instantly fell and then were torn to pieces, leaving no body intact.
Outside the history of the Earth, as long as ten percent of the deaths do not rout and flee, it is called elite, and this group of recruits from Figo, surprisingly, has died half, still fighting!
Odin people's war, never only victory, as well as death, this is the horrible and respectable faith.
....
Geli fell, Joseph saw it with his own eyes, and his head flew far away.
Deburr fell, and he was still alive, lying on the ground moaning from pain.
Dino fell, and there was a large hole in his head, a hole through which an arrow had passed.
....
Dragan fell, it was the bearded drunkard, Dragan, who was often called Baen, who killed a Kaiser, his spear piercing the throat of the Kaiser, whose spear pierced his heart.
This time it was not spared, the first spear pierced his left heart, where there was no heart, only scars, and it was the many spears that immediately followed that really took his life.
The Dragan, who had often made people laugh, was dead.
This was the last image Joseph saw, as he had quietly left the battlefield, unwilling to face such a tragic situation.
....
The war was nearing its end, and the army led by Onofre was now arriving belatedly.
A new round of war had begun.
"There are reinforcements," Alexander spotted Onofre's army, "but they are also here to die."
"Go on and kill! Generals!"