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peak.

The snow has covered everywhere, but it is still falling in the biting cold wind. On the cliff, Harris and several soldiers are looking at the mountain from afar. The cotton hats on their heads are stained white by the snow. They have been standing here for a long time.

The fierce battle going on below and the desolate and lonely peak at this moment are like two different worlds.

And the world below is no longer the one they are familiar with.

A few days ago, surrounding the Cornflower Avenue that runs through the entire mountain range, most of Enzos was covered with dense forests, especially the area below the pass. It was not a barren place due to lack of water and soil. On the contrary, it was fertile and almost the most resource-rich place in the entire country.

In the past, there were always pine and fir trees there, which were hardy trees that would not shed their leaves even in winter. The fields, riverbanks, lakesides, foothills, and roadsides were also always covered with lush green mosses, so in the rainy summer, these lush plants would even appear black when viewed from a high altitude. This is the most famous Black Forest in the Enzo Mountains.

In February and March every year, the Cornflower Avenue, which has been cultivated by generations of people, always begins to produce dense bushes of blue hibiscus flowers on the roadside. These small flowers with complex colors, but each color is extremely pure, are not rare flower species. Except for the fact that there are many of them in the Enzo Mountains, they can always be seen in any area of ​​the country, on hillsides, fields, waterside, roadsides, and even in front of and behind the houses of civilians.

Like the main tree species in the Black Forest, blue hibiscus is not afraid of the cold and has strong vitality. As long as there is a piece of soil for them to take root, they can always survive tenaciously and produce bright flowers that will make anyone who sees them "smile and feel better."

So, this blue hibiscus, which was supposed to be just a wild flower on the roadside, became a symbol of the empire together with the "Imperial Eagle". On coins of every denomination used by civilians, the portraits of monarchs were replaced one after another over the long river of time, but to this day, the back of the coins is still left for the blue hibiscus.

Tomorrow we enter February, when the blue hibiscus begins to bloom.

But at this moment, Harris looked at the devastated wasteland below, which was ravaged by artillery fire. The piled trees were burnt black in the flames, the ground had been completely torn apart, and the criss-crossing shell craters and crushed rocks formed ruins. The familiar landform had been completely changed in this battle, and what was more, there were corpses everywhere.

Being on a high place, far away from the battlefield, even though the sky was blocked by fiery red smoke and billowing black smoke, Harris was still able to see the battlefield situation through the gaps due to the strong wind.

Those black spots leaping on the wasteland were like swarms of ants, with clusters of flames exploding around the ants. The ants were running around one moment, but the next moment they were flying everywhere, finally collapsing to the ground and becoming dismembered corpses. The same was true behind the rows of stone fortifications. Under the ruins of the collapsed fortifications, no one knew how many ants were buried.

At the pass, Harris could no longer remember how many people had rushed to the most intense front line of the battlefield, and he never saw anyone come back.

It was like a turbulent whirlpool appearing in the middle of a river, pulling those who approached deeper and deeper, until eventually they were all swallowed up and buried, becoming a pile of dry bones in the abyss.

Harris had never encountered such a fierce battle in such a short time with so many casualties in his military career. After watching the battle for a long time, his initial tension, anxiety, grief and anger turned into numbness.

At a certain moment, Harris saw a fortification being bombarded by countless artillery shells. The thick black smoke was instantly engulfed by the blazing flames. After a few seconds, the flames gradually subsided, and the buildings and people were gone, leaving only a piece of charred land.

At that moment, he was even a little unsure, unsure if there was something wrong with his memory. Maybe there had never been any fortifications there. It should have been a charred piece of land. Otherwise, how could it be like this? This was not a magic show, nor was it a nightmare that he had never woken up from.

But the rolling explosions, the flames from the shells everywhere, and the sickening smell of gunpowder that even drifted to the top of the mountain and rushed into the nose, all indicated that this was the most brutal and bloody battle that the empire had seen in recent years.

In the past, he had personally participated in and created many battles, but today, watching the battle from an unprecedented bird's-eye view, Harris gained an unprecedented feeling.

This feeling is really disgusting.

"Cough cough cough."

Harris began to cough violently under the numb gaze. The faces of the soldiers beside him were red from the cold, but they were now muttering anxiously:

"The Yan people's offensive was too fierce. After fighting for such a long time, they are still sending reinforcements from the rear. They...they simply cannot stop coming."

On the top of the peak, the soldiers were able to see farther. Although blocked by the mountains, they could still see some Yan soldiers always rushing out from their hiding places and then converging towards the battlefield like a diversion of streams.

It was for this reason that, during this period, almost everyone gradually realized that the pass might not be able to be defended.

Now, a soldier moved his lips and stammered out his inner thoughts: "We have to abandon the pass and evacuate. If we continue fighting like this, everyone will die here..."

"Impossible." As soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Harris, who looked pale.

He wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth and continued in a hoarse voice: "From the beginning, there was no plan to evacuate. General Dylan's order has made it very clear that this battle will continue."

"But...Sir, you have seen that if we continue fighting like this, the pass will be breached sooner or later and we won't be able to defend it." The soldier's face fell.

"So what? This is our mission. I believe General Dylan understands it, so he gave the order to defend the pass to the death." Harris stood up and brushed the snow off the brim of his hat with an expressionless face.

The soldiers fell silent, but Harris continued, "We are lucky."

"Lucky?" a soldier murmured with a miserable laugh.

"At least we don't have to participate in the battle below. This should be considered lucky." Harris said self-deprecatingly.

"But we have to ignite the explosives." At this time, another soldier said indifferently.

"It's better than being killed by the enemy and becoming their trophy..."

Before Harris finished speaking, an urgent shout came from afar in the howling cold wind:

"Sir, it's bad. The Yan people cut in from behind our pass and are attacking our camp!!"

The moment he heard this, Harris almost thought it was an auditory hallucination. However, when he turned his head to the south and saw the soldiers running towards him hurriedly, he realized that this was actually true.

"What are you talking about? How is this possible?!" He shouted anxiously, and ran towards the southern lookout with several soldiers around him.