[Comprehensive] Opposites

"What are you doing here!" A man rudely pressed Damon to the ground, and at this time a cannonball flew straight towards them, and the direction of the cannonball was just right where Damon was standing.Damon only felt goosebumps all over his body. If the man hadn't saved him just now, he would have been the one who died, and was killed by the shell.

"I'm sorry...to trouble you." Damon said in a low voice.

The man said in a tone of hatred for iron and steel, "How did you come to the battlefield with such a small child, looking for death?!"

"...ah...me too..."

The man interrupted him impatiently, "What are you too? A soldier? Such a young soldier? Do you think I'm a fool?! Enough, don't make trouble, go home and find your mother."

"I am a soldier! I came to the battlefield to win! You can despise me like this."

The man sneered, "If Italy needs a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy to save and win, then I am also desperate for this country."

"Go back, return to your mother's warm arms, don't try to watch this purgatory place out of curiosity, you look down!"

Facing the man's face, Damon was speechless, and retreated back into the tent silently.

If he was rescued by a man today, if he is not careful in the future, will he die?

The next day, Damon was woken up by Sira. At this time, there were no other people in the tent, and only Sira and Damon were left.

"It's morning... is it?" After Damon was threatened by the man to go back, he had no dreams all night, but he was no longer troubled by his inability to fall asleep.

"Ah, yes." Seeing that Damon woke up, Silla let go of her hands and wiped her face with a towel, "Hurry up and pack up, and go out to find food. Our task today is to find food by ourselves and manage our future life. "

Daemon was stunned, "Didn't the army distribute food? Every year Elena receives requests for food support from the battlefield."

"Those precious grains can only be given to those who have made the most contributions on the battlefield. And us newcomers, who have not done anything, how can they distribute it to us?" Sira said with a smile, this matter seemed a little bit to him. There is no difficulty, "It's time to go, my time with you is limited, and within a year I will cultivate you into a person who is more powerful than Anthony."

"How is it possible! How can I be comparable to Anthony!" Damon made a sharp resistance. In his impression, a man with a strong back and a waist is the most powerful.

"Oh, my dear little Damon, I hope you don't judge people by their appearance, do you believe that I can defeat Anthony? Do you believe that I can tease Anthony without him knowing?" Sira said Although his smiling face was telling Damon that it was certain, he could play Anthony in the palm of his hand like a monkey.

"Of course you can. Your guy's illusion is so powerful." Damon said, "How could it be impossible to deceive Anthony?" In Damon's memory, there is no way for anyone in this world not to be tricked by Sira, because He's a very good illusionist.

"Right." The palm of Sira's hand suddenly turned into Elena's mansion, exquisite and lifelike, "One day you will surpass me, Anthony, and even me." The mansion in Sira's hand suddenly Disappeared, he stretched out his arms on both sides, as if he wanted to embrace the sky and the earth in his arms.

Dimon shrugged. "I look forward to that day."

Sira smiled mysteriously, "That day will come soon."

Looking for food that can be preserved outside is a new thing for Damon—oh, of course, except for the things that are done in the castle, it is not new at all. Outside the castle, everything in this world makes Damon feel fresh.

Silas and Damon were squatting in the grass, and a wild boar was being chased by a group of people. It seemed that this wild boar was delicious food for the group of people.

Silla rubbed her chin and murmured, "Maybe jerky is delicious?"

"Huh?" Damon made a questioning voice.

"Shut your mouth, you young master who has never even seen jerky, watch how I use illusion to kill this bison, cut it into pieces, and then make it into jerky." Sira said hehe Smiling, his fingers moved slightly, and suddenly, red cloaks appeared out of thin air on the group of people chasing the bison. As soon as the bison saw the red color, it turned around and chased the group of people like crazy.

The group of people yelled loudly, and Damon could see that a person who yelled out of his composure was a nobleman who had always been polite in the name of, and he was in a terrible state of distress at the moment, and he was still wailing ugly.

"What's the matter, that buffalo!"

"When did I wear a red cloak! Who did it!"

"*! Could it be you, a nobleman, who did it!"

"No...it's not me...Where did I have the guts!"

"My God! I can't take off this cloak!"

"Help!"

Dimon looked at the farce in front of him and opened his mouth, "You are so bad..."

"No, I'm just fighting for food." Silla smiled softly, like a spring breeze.But Dimon has completely seen through what Silla is like at this moment.

The bison stunned more than a dozen people in a frenzy, and knocked the group of people away. After that, Silas untied the red cloaks on the people and gathered them all on a tree. Naturally, the bison knocked them down without any intelligence. go up.

Damon was dumbfounded, "No... I just realized that Silla is not only bad, but also shameless."

Sira patted the dust off her body, smiled calmly, "Thank you for the compliment."

In such days, after a long period of time, Damon's ears were accompanied by bursts of deafening shelling and horn sounds every day. To him, he was used to the noisy sounds.

Silas did not fail in his training with Damon at all. Damon thought that if Silas could, Silas would like to extend his every day for a long time, and sometimes Silas even wanted to split him in half and do different things. matter.The more rigorous the training, the more refined Dimon's ability is. Compared with the previous mild education method, this education method can be said to make him improve by leaps and bounds.

Until one day, Anthony appeared in front of them again, and Anthony had undergone tremendous changes. The left sleeve of his clothes was empty, and one of his eyes seemed to be gouged out, leaving only a black hole in it. on the face without any covering.Anthony's proud expression seemed to say that after he sacrificed his left arm and eyes on the battlefield, he would stand straight in front of them now.

Anthony spoke, and his tone was as low as ever, with a long hoarse voice, "You guys have adapted here long enough, go to the battlefield for me! Scumbags!"

His words did not give anyone any enthusiasm. The people who came here, their enthusiasm has been completely worn out in this stage of adaptation, and they have lived so hard, and now they have to carry a knife to the battlefield , is simply ridiculous!

This is what most people present thought.

Anthony snorted, and at this time someone started to make a voice of resistance. This was the nobleman that Damon had met once before. The nobleman made an extremely dissatisfied voice. enough!"

"Yes." Anthony replied very briskly, and this answer brought hope to everyone, "You can go." Anthony continued.

The nobleman strode away, and at this moment, Anthony quickly shot the nobleman, the nobleman's eyes widened, he didn't know what happened, and then the nobleman cursed loudly, "How dare you hit me?" ? I am... but the Baron!"

There were whispering voices from below, and people sometimes looked at Anthony with fearful eyes, and looked at the poor nobleman with pity.

"You are on the road to hell!" Anthony laughed wildly, "So what if you are a baron!? This is a battlefield, and I can report that the baron died at the hands of the enemy!"

The nobleman stared at Anthony with unrepentant eyes, and the resentment in it made people feel terrified.

Anthony glanced at the nobleman indifferently, and finally Anthony looked at the crowd disdainfully, "Who dares to resist? That! That's the end! If you are not afraid of death, you run casually! Is it my bullets that are faster, or your running speed! You weak bastards, use it as cannon fodder on the battlefield! It’s a waste of food! Putting so many cows into the forest for nothing!”

The pupils of the people below widened in disbelief.

Anthony snorted and said, "Otherwise, where do you think the cattle came from in this barren mountain? Of course it is the food sent to us by our great king."

"Those who don't want to waste food, go forward, go forward! Show your courage!"

Anthony distributed sabers and small explosives to everyone, "At this time, as long as someone can survive on these, the chefs in our military camp will reward you with food. You haven't eaten rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar for a long time. The taste of tea, give me whatever I want to live!"

Damon didn't hesitate. He put the explosives in his inner pocket and hung his saber on his belt. He almost looked at Anthony with a long-awaited look.

Finally, can you go to the battlefield?

At this time, Damon couldn't tell why he was eager to go to the battlefield.As if the previous cowardice had never appeared before, he never seemed to hesitate.

The beast that has been lurking for a long time has been shattered from the shackles long ago. He waits for the best time to cull his prey! !Fangs have been thirsting for blood for a long time!

"Are you afraid, Daemon?" Sira asked.

"I've never been afraid." Damon replied calmly.