I dared not look him in the eyes, as if I were a criminal, to this old man, Hannah, the name was shouted out from the man's mouth, echoing in my ears over and over again.

"Hannah, Hannah, Hannah!!!"

The voice became more and more hoarse and miserable, like slaps on the face one by one, slapping on my left and right cheeks. I saw myself, and the woman lowered her head and knelt in front of me. She was forced to raise her head and had no life. I held the sword in my back hand and nailed the sword body into her spine. Then I saw the man, roaring towards me with tears in his mouth, but just the moment he was about to approach me.

"laugh!"

The spearhead flag of the Seventh Gemina Legion ran through his abdomen, tears at the corners of his eyes and blood from his mouth slowly flowed down.

I couldn't help but hold my head, bury it in my chest, and close my eyes tightly.

"No matter what, don't continue."

The old coachman cast a surprised look, but I kept avoiding his eyes, because his eyes were exactly the same as the eyes of the guy who rushed towards me and died in front of me that day. I even suspected that all this was a coincidence, and the old coachman asked me to collect debts for his unjustly death child.

"What's wrong with the adults? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Or, did you lose some relatives in this tragedy?"

The old coachman asked me, and I suddenly raised my head and looked at him fiercely. He quickly lowered his head and stopped looking at me. The scolding that surged to the corner of my mouth made me hold it back. Facing this old man, I couldn't get angry. Maybe I didn't dare. It must be that my conscience in my heart was controlling myself.

"No, nothing." I sighed long and explained, "I am just a survivor of that war and a poor father's child." I chose to continue hiding it.

"oh?"

When he heard that I had participated in the siege against Ludinan, the old man's somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly shone. He approached with a hint of hope and joy in his tone. "Sir, have you heard of those two children? My son, his name is Luca! And his lover, Hannah, the Hannah I just mentioned!"

"No, I don't know you!"

I was shaking my head and saying I didn't know each other, but I had already repeated the name in my heart, "Luca, Luca, Luca..." He was sure to die, and was penetrated by the flag of the Seventh Gemina Legion, and died gloriously.

The flash in the old coachman's eyes gradually faded, and his expression of expectation and desire was gradually replaced by loss.

"Yes, it's so messy. If a person kills someone or is killed, the perpetrator and the victim are strangers, so they naturally don't know him."

"No, I didn't kill them!"

Maybe the old coachman's unintentional words made my nerves tense up, thinking, what does this old guy mean to say this? Could it be that he already knew what I did, so he said such words to deliberately test me?

I dare not look at this old coachman. Did he see my fear and know what I did at that time? Then how would he view me?

The old coachman still looked at me with his puzzled look, as if he really knew nothing.

Hide? Are you hiding! I looked at this old guy, and he seemed to know nothing, is it true? I dare not think about it any more. Maybe I saw my boredom and avoidance, and the old coachman also tactfully stopped talking. Such an awkward scene was until the sun almost set and the surrounding woods could no longer see the road ahead.

What a quiet journey. This is the first time I have not been attacked by a barbarian since my first march. This makes me feel uncomfortable.

I jumped out of the carriage with Andrew and Brees's help. The old coachman took off his hat and saluted me with a smile, and said, "Happy, sir!"

Through the fire, I saw his smile very relaxed, completely losing his original restraint. However, there was a ghost in my heart. This kind of heart drove me. Looking at his smile, I felt extremely hideous, as if I was hiding something. I reluctantly smiled at him and waved goodbye. I turned around and ran all the way. I wanted to leave him quickly, the farther away, the better.

"grown ups!"

At this moment, my heart tightened, and the sweat on my forehead suddenly "brushed" all over my forehead. I turned around stiffly and looked at him, the old coachman.

After calling me, this guy lowered his head and thought, what? Did he still find me? I stood there stiffly, and at this time I was so panicked that I didn’t know what to do.

"My adult..." As if he had sorted out his thoughts, he said to me again: "If, I mean if, I also ask you to let go of the elderly and children who cannot resist on the battlefield. After all, they are innocent!"

He must have finished saying two hastily words, and he bit his lips tightly, nodded at me again, muttering, "That's it, that's it." Then he turned around, leaving me who was still dazed.

The food today is very simple, just salty bread and cold water. According to the instructions sent by the scout, all teams are not allowed to raise the fire to cook. In such a cold and heavy humidity environment at night, the only thing that can keep warm is that everyone sits together and puts on blankets.

I sat in Andrew and Brees, and of course Vermeo, among such a bush, and knew that there were people all around me, but I could not hear any signs of storm, which really made people feel panic all day long.

Because I had been on the road for a day, I was so tired that I could fall asleep while standing. Brees and Fermio had already started to snore.

"Andrew."

I had no intention of being confused. Now I couldn't sleep when I listened to the snoring of the two guys. I must have been forced to feel nervous by the old coachman. I called Andrew and talked to him.

"What's wrong? Luka?"

Andrew turned his head, and it was obvious that he was not asleep either.

"You have heard what the old coachman said today."

As I said, I tightened my chain mail again. I couldn't leave my armor at night, and maybe I encountered an emergency.

"Well, that poor old man."

Andrew said, chuckling twice, I couldn't tell whether he was merciful or mocking the old coachman.

"He has a child named Luca, and his child also has a lover named Hannah."

"Well, I know, Luka, what do you mean by saying this?"

Andrew asked me, he really knew nothing about what we did that day.

I sighed a long time, and Andrew's appearance made me feel even more guilty. After killing someone, I didn't even feel a little guilty. Such a person is not a hero, but a demon.

"Andrew," I continued to ask him, "How many people have we killed since we joined the army together?"

"How many people have you killed? Ha, it's interesting." Andrew laughed dryly, and then continued, "Luga, you are very strange today. Is the chest injury infected? Is your head so that I can't feel the reason and sober that God has given you?"

"No, I'm just."

I didn't know how to express it, and I was always worried about whether to tell Andrew about it, after all, we were the murderers.

"Luca and Hannah, you know!"

I finally plucked up the courage and said it, Andrew didn't say anything, he was listening quietly. This relieved my inner tension a lot, and I had to admit that Andrew was a good listener.

"These two, well, do you remember the attack we encountered on the way to Ludinan?"

"Ha! That time!"

As soon as he talked about that time, Andrew shouted excitedly. If Brees and Vermeo were not too tired, they would have been awakened long ago. Andrew felt his mistreatment, so he lowered his voice and then said to me: "We were so damn men at that time, weren't we? Luga, let's give those mud legs that only recognize money!"

"Do you remember the Burgundian who you stabbed to death with the military flag?"

"It's that, the lifeless fool?" Andrew said, and shook his head. "This guy is really committed to death!"

"Well, let me tell you the truth. If that person doesn't expect, he will be the son of the old coachman." I made up my greatest determination to tell him the truth!

"he?"

Andrew's voice was completely beyond my expectations. I thought he would be surprised, but he was so calm that it was scary after hearing it. What I heard in his tone was the feeling of being calm. Such shocking news was even worse than a small stone in his calm mood. It could not ripple a little bit in his calm mood.

“It’s really a pity.”

Andrew laughed, just laughed softly twice.

"Why? Why don't you feel a little regretful?" I asked him. I couldn't believe it. Has he killed the little bit of human nature in his heart after so many killings? I don't believe it, so I want to ask the truth, and I want to hear his answer.

"If you thought so much at that time, you wouldn't have gotten this truth that you couldn't accept!" Andrew's tone was still calm. "Everyone who walked onto the battlefield was someone's child, or someone's father and husband. But this is not the reason we can pity them, because there is no personal grudge, only a life-and-death fight."

What Andrew said makes sense. They may be good fathers, good husbands, and good children! But so do we. When we pick up weapons and face each other, these reasons are no longer valid. No one is a good father, good husband, and good children. The rest are only enemies. Swords and spears will not care about these pale reasons, and will not give people a chance to nostalgia. Some are only killing and being killed!

"Wipe away the dead and leave the pain and torture to the living!" I lowered my head and murmured, feeling that there is no reason to enlighten me now.

"I killed her in such a cruel way that woman named Hannah was so unreasonable."

"If you hesitate for a moment, then you will die! Then will you expect the person who killed you to feel guilty?"

"Yes, it's better to live than to die!"

I thought of the bandit who stabbed me several times. So will he feel guilty now? I'm afraid he is the only one who knows the answer!

Forget it, it’s getting late, I slowly close my eyes, forgive me, and let me talk when I go to see God!
Chapter completed!