A wine glass fell to the ground and made a loud sound. The wine in the steel cup spilled out, and the fragrance of the wine filled the air.
Hearing the sound, a general outside the tent came in, looked at the man lying on the table and asked hesitantly, "Your Highness, are you all right?"
Ping Xi Wang opened his eyes. He was still holding a jar of wine in his arms. The wine jar had been bottomed out, and it was obvious that it had all fallen into his stomach. A mere jar of wine was almost the same as drinking water for him, so how could there be anything wrong with it? But now he was obviously a little drunk, but it was not wine that intoxicated him, but he was intoxicated. If he didn't want to get drunk, a jar of wine couldn't get him drunk. He waved his hand and signaled the general to go out. Seeing him like this, the general opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only sigh and leave the tent.
Ping Xi Wang knew what he was sighing about. In fact, he wanted to sigh for himself. His complacency had almost disappeared after the repeated setbacks. In this foreign country, thousands of miles away from his hometown, his ambition and ambition had almost been wiped out.
First, it was the March War at Ark Harbor, then the fiasco outside Bauhinia City. When he wanted to regain his heroism, an epidemic that swept through the whole territory of the empire, and then a large number of soldiers, all made his mood fall to the bottom.
Now the Great Victory King and the Western Continent Empire had reached a preliminary agreement.
Truce?
It was like a joke.
Ping Xi Wang remembered the wutong tree in the courtyard of his mansion, whether at this moment it was still lush and magnificent; he remembered his wives and concubines, whether every midnight they would be alone; he remembered his son, who was only three years old, whether he would still childishly look for 'Papa'; he remembered that before he went to war, he still made an oath in front of the ancestral tablets, whether the ancestral tablets in the underworld would lament his incompetence.
Suddenly, he wanted to go back and ignore the Western Expedition.
He knew very well that this was a kind of escape; he also knew that in normal times, he looked down on people with such a mentality the most. But now, he wanted to escape, because he was afraid that he would die here, in this foreign country, and eventually turn into a cup of yellow soil.
Outside the tent, it was raining.
The rain was not heavy, but it was very dense, and soon the world became blurred. The once bustling barracks had become empty due to the mutation of half of the soldiers. Ping Xi Wang was in low spirits and had not asked about the situation of the barracks for many days, so the camp was under the charge of another general. This general scrupulously abided by his duties and only arranged for the daily affairs of the camp, such as patrolling and cooking.
Outside the camp, a patrol team was lazing and resting in the woods. Since the fever incident, the morale of the army had fallen to the bottom. Coupled with Ping Xiwang's own depression and inaction, the soldiers were even lazier. They often evaded the sight of the army supervisor and found ways to be lazy. Some of the veterans were especially slippery. Although it was drizzling, there was no trace of rain in the forest. It was just that the air was a little humid. A few veterans sat under the tree, rolling some tobacco leaves and lighting them up. Cigarettes were a specialty of the Coiling Dragon Empire. The tobacco leaves were all brought over from afar. Every time they smoked, they would be gone. Thus, they were especially precious. A few veterans smoked very carefully, afraid that a puff of smoke would leak out. This made a few young men who had just joined the army envious.
"In the past, I didn't think that tobacco was anything special. There was a field of tobacco growing behind our house. But now, I know that this thing is really a treasure. Taking a puff and closing my eyes makes me feel like I have returned home. "A veteran sighed.
A recruit next to him said: "We don't know if we can go back alive. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have joined the army. Otherwise, I would have sold my family's pigs this winter and found a wife. "
"Boy, you only think about women." The veteran angrily slapped him on the head, almost knocking his helmet off. He handed him the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand. The latter quickly took it and took a big puff. The veteran laughed and scolded: "What's so good about thinking about a wife at home? Look at these barbarian women, all of them have big breasts and slender waists. Their legs are so long that it makes people drool. Wouldn't it be better to find a few to have fun with? "
"I want to, but now we are not in a truce with those barbarians. Those women can only be seen and not touched. "
The group of soldiers laughed.
Another soldier next to him said: "I don't want women."
"Then what do you want? Don't tell me you want men? "
"Go away." The soldier lowered his voice and said: "I just want to bring something valuable back. Those foreign merchants in my hometown only need to bring something back from here. Even if it is trash, it can be sold for a good price. Think about it, if I bring a few treasures back and sell them. The money I get from selling them can buy a few plots of land and a few pretty girls. Heh, I am also a master. "
"Fine, fine, fine. Go back to your daydreams."
The soldiers laughed. At this time, the recruit who was smoking suddenly felt a chill on his head. He thought that he was drenched in the rain. He reached out his hand and felt a sudden heat on his head. The pain made him jump up as if his buttocks were on fire.
"What's wrong?" A veteran turned around with a smile on his face. But the smile froze. He saw something climb down from the tree behind the recruit. That thing looked at the veteran, and two red dots pierced the veteran's eyes.
Seeing the veteran's expression, the new recruit raised his head, only to see a bloody mouth swooping down, and then the world turned dark. He vaguely heard the scream of his companions, but his consciousness quickly disappeared.
The veteran sat on the ground and stared blankly at a headless corpse swaying in front of him. The surrounding soldiers screamed and picked up their swords. Someone pulled him, and the veteran came back to his senses. He quickly stood up and looked at the monster with vigilance. It had a head like a lion and two human-like hands, but its hind legs were hooves like cattle and sheep. There were curved horns on its head, and there was a flame burning in the center of the horns. The monster was covered in blood, and there were dark flame-like patterns on its body. It spat out a few wisps of fire from its mouth, spat out the recruit's head, and then pounced.
There was a round of killing.
More than a dozen soldiers died in different ways. Only the veteran was still alive. But he lost one of his hands, and it was dripping with blood. The monster with two knives still stuck in its body opened its mouth and spat out the veteran's arm. The veteran ran back to the barracks, and when he looked back, he saw that the monster had already caught up. Moreover, in the dim light in the depths of the forest, there was a little red fluorescent light. Then, more monsters rushed out of the woods, like a red tide rolling toward the barracks.
Ping Xi Wang, who had fallen asleep, suddenly heard the sharp sound of a horn. He sat up while holding his head. A general rushed in and shouted: "Not good, Your Highness. We were attacked. It's the monsters, it's those monsters! "
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