The sharp arrows were sprinkled like rain, and many of his companions around him fell forever in this first wave of attacks. Cons used a wooden shield to block several sharp arrows that shot at him, and glanced at the corner of his eyes and was stepped on by himself. The bodies of those falling companions were corpses. He didn't feel anything. He had such a day anyway. Now he should pay attention to the attack of the second-wavelength spearmen.

This is a scene on the border of the Hilda Continent, Qihongguo. Cons is a light infantryman in the border troops of Qihongguo. He doesn't know how old he is this year. Because he has been alone since he was sensible, a person who doesn't know his family, his hometown, his birthday, and his name, and his helpless orphan.

His name was still when he was just sensible. He wandered to a village. When he heard a child calling his puppy, he thought of giving himself a name, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a good name. In the end, he had to borrow the name of the puppy, Cons. In other words, his name is the name of the dog.

What can an orphan do to survive? When he was young, he had to endure the contempt of everyone in order to pick up leftover vegetables and stale rice, especially the ridicule and tease of children. He also had to avoid the pursuit and bite of evil dogs who only looked at the silk clothes. When he was sleeping, he leaned against the wall and shrank into a ball, but was often driven away by people. In winter, he did not dare to sleep at night, and was afraid that he would not wake up, so he had to jump and run desperately to warm up his body. He only climbed up a tree to sleep when the sun came out during the day. This is how he spent his childhood.

When he was older, he would dig wild vegetables in the wild and catch small animals to eat. When he could live on his own, he would often spend his life in the wild. For some reason, he never hated those who despise him and bullied him. He never begs from others, nor did he eat food that pity him and gave him. He would not steal and rob. Although he had never read books and had no one educated him, he naturally practiced his pride and unsightly attitude.

After surviving in the wild for many years, he wandered to Qihong Kingdom. Qihong Kingdom was fighting with neighboring countries and urgently needed a large number of soldiers. His physique, which was exercising in the wild and mature face, was attracted by the recruited soldiers. When he was caught by the soldiers who were caught by the soldiers, he joined the army without any resistance. Maybe he was tired of the wandering life, or maybe he couldn't find a job he could do.

He joined the army like this, and regarded the day he joined the army as his 18th birthday, May 31, 298, Qihong National Calendar. Maybe he was too young or too old, but no matter what, he had his own age and birthday.

Cons was wearing a common long sword on his right hand and a wooden shield on his left hand. This is how light infantry equipment is. Because light infantry is an army composed of civilians and prisoners, it is a tool used to consume the number and strength of the enemy. Therefore, every war is rushing to the forefront.

When Cons looked at the lack of familiar companions around him, he knew that these people were dead and had been used to seeing these things over the years. Cons had been in the army for three years, or 21 years old. Three years of being long or short, but it was a long time for the parties involved to survive in three years and the frontline war.

When he first participated in the battle, he saw his partner who was still shouting beside him, his head was cut in half at once, and the enemy who cut people was immediately opened in his stomach and the intestines inside fell out. He had no feeling at all when he saw these things, because he had seen them even more terrifying things. When the sword in his hand stabbed the enemy's neck in front of him, he saw the other party's unwilling eyes, and he could only sigh in his heart, "I will do this later."

Cons learned nothing in these three years, nor did he have time to learn knowledge. This border war has not been completed for three years, but it consumed countless infantry lives. Today, attack the enemy, and tomorrow, defend the enemy's attack. This kind of battle has been repeated for three years. The soldiers sacrificed on both sides are cheap light infantry, and the main forces stayed in the rear. This is also a war, but it is a purposeless war.

The enemy's spearmen were dispatched, and countless bright gun blades flashed in the sun. Cons took a breath, held the sword in his hand tightly, which was worth only a few copper coins in the weapon store. Although he thought his life was cheap and could die at any time, human instinct would cherish life, so he had not learned anything else in the past three years, but he had learned the technique of killing.

The enemy rushed up screaming, and could see the hideous faces of the enemies. They all held the spear tightly and aimed at the enemy's chest, wishing they could penetrate the enemy's heart. Cons had no time to care whether he hated the other party. There was no hatred on the battlefield, and there was only one purpose to destroy the enemy. His body shook, and a spear passed by and fell into vain. When the enemy was still looking regretful, Cons' sword cut off his neck.

As soon as the enemy fell, a spear immediately stabbed him hard in the stomach. It was the spearman behind him. On the battlefield, everyone only paid attention to whether there were enemies in front and around him, and they would not pay attention to the surrounding environment at all, especially when charging. Cons dodged sideways again, ignoring the scratched clothes, and stabbed the sword into the man's neck. He didn't look at the other party, pulled out the sword, and met an enemy soldier in front of him.

This is how I spent more than one thousand years and two-thirds of the days. Killing and being killed, the lives of the soldiers on both sides are only two. It can be said that my mind is full of stimulation, horror, numbness and boredom.

Cons had already killed 8 enemies, and his left arm was also stabbed. It was originally about to stab him in the throat. In a critical momentum, he hurriedly blocked his arm with a wooden shield. Fortunately, the wooden shield blocked some of the momentum. If not, the arm would not be as simple as being stabbed. Of course, while being stabbed, the sword was stabbed into the opponent's chest. It was really worth changing 8 lives with one hand.

At this time, the enemy's retreating roared, and Cons was not surprised at all because his main force was dispatched. The spearmen immediately retreated back to the border. Cons did not pursue it. It has been like this for three years. After fighting for a while, after one of his main force was dispatched, the other party immediately retreated. Then the side that seemed to be victorious began to invade the enemy's boundary soon, and then began to retreat after the main force of the enemy was dispatched. This was repeated.

Cons looked up at the floating white clouds on the blue sky. He sighed and his tense nerves relaxed. Since he had memorized, he had liked to look at the sky, the blue colors, the unpredictable clouds, the dark and inexplicable night sky, the white and vast moon, and the countless stars. Although he didn't know why, he felt very comfortable and peaceful when seeing the boundless sky.

Cons was awakened by the cheers of victory on the battlefield. He lowered his head and did not cheer. He just threw away the long sword with a crack, picked up a complete sword from the ground, and put it back on the camp. He did not pick up the enemy's weapons. Although the army determines personal achievements by obtaining the enemy's weapons. No matter how you got it, he would not care about these things.

When all the surviving people leaned over to pick up weapons, Cons was the only one walking with his head held high, which seemed out of place. But those people ignored it and tried hard to pick up weapons, because it meant that they would not have much silver reward, and whether they could become the key to armored infantry. Compared with light infantry, armored soldiers are not only equipped with heavy armor and sharp weapons, but also have extremely different treatments. This is the goal that each light infantry longs for, and it can be safer and more salary.

Cons knew that no one would deal with the fallen corpses on the ground, whether they were companions or enemies. Only when they saw the corpses of their friends would they be dragged and buried. However, most of the faces were trampled, and how to identify the corpses on the ground. Although no one dealt with these corpses on the ground, they would still disappear because there were also cleaners who were not humans.

Cons looked up at the large group of vultures hovering in the sky, sighed, tearing off a piece of clothing and wrapping the wound on his hands. He would not tear the clothes on the body, even if the clothes on his body were the best clothes left.

He slowly walked back to the camp where he belonged. There were 500 people in one battalion and 10 squads. The squad was the basic unit of the army. The people on his side disappeared in the battle a few days ago. This kind of thing has been experienced several times in the past three years. According to the principle and credit, he should have been the squad leader. Unfortunately, he would not curry favor with the commander, and secondly, he did not care about these things. So he has been a small soldier for three years.

At the entrance of the camp, there was already a soldier holding many weapons waiting to register his credit. Cons did not squeeze in. He now wanted to go to the quarantine to get some hemostatic medicine to stop the bleeding that would not stop in the wound on his arm.

When he was about to enter the camp, he was stopped: "Cons, how many have you killed this time?" He knew that the person who called him was the clerk. I remember that when the enemy came to rob the camp, he happened to save him once. From then on, he always asked about his contributions after the war, and did not have to show him weapons. He wrote as much as he said. But he must have written too much, because when he received money at the end of each month, he always had much more money than others.

Without even turning around, Cons entered the camp directly and said the word "8".

A soldier surrounded him saw the secretary writing 8 words on his notebook and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why don't you check his weapons and just write them on it!"

The clerk looked at the man disdainfully and didn't say anything. The man was a little angry when he saw the clerk's expression. He was about to start scolding, but he was interrupted by a cold voice: "Are you new here?"

The man looked in the voice and saw a big man staring at him fiercely. Seeing his eyes, he couldn't help but suck: "Yes... so what?"

"Hmph! That's no wonder. Cons never picks up enemy weapons and never lies. Everyone in our team knows it. So he said 8 is 8."

"Uh... who can prove that he killed 8 people?" The recruit was a little angry. But he didn't expect that this sentence would arouse public anger.
Chapter completed!