The Brave Master Is the Demon King

"The master of the brave is the devil (

Unpleasant gun smoke filled half of the city, and the city walls were in a mess. They were so exhausted that they slumped on the ground. They didn’t even know whether their companions were dead or alive. Tiredness made people want to move. In fact, the people who died in the battle did not move. Not many, even less than the opponent, but the number of people who died of freezing due to the rapid cooling of the sun was several times that of the battle.

The enemy's offensive stopped, and the Eagle Corps soldiers defended for an afternoon. Before the sun went down, the enemy retreated. They won, but no one was happy.

The commander screamed hoarse. He is not a general, but a deputy. The general is dead and killed by a terrible freak boy. Now he is a little envious of the general who was killed before the war began.

The Imperial Army has special weapons. They have the ability to burn through a large iron gate half a meter thick. Magic can do it. In theory, it can. After all, the most powerful flame magic on record can burn anything.

But that kind of magic, Calis Empire did not master it, but the facts were in front of them, they destroyed the city gates and defeated a line of defense in the soldiers' hearts.

The gap in the gate was temporarily blocked, and the soldiers blocked everything that could be moved. The magician then frozen it into a rock-like ice block with water and some turbid substances.

Everyone was tired and very cold, the morale of the army was very low, and the silence of countless people made the atmosphere extremely heavy.

...

The wounded were brought back one by one, and the Imperial Army paid a lot of money, but fortunately, the pots in the camp were all right, and they were able to drink the hot soup as soon as they came back.

"Slow down, be careful."

At this moment, there was a special voice in the barracks. Her voice was not loud, but everyone around her could hear it.

A woman who wears simple clothes but is exceptionally beautiful, anyone with a discerning eye can see her aristocratic temperament. She is Fula, the youngest daughter of Count Andzra, a poor man.

She and other logistics staff served meals and soup to the soldiers. Obviously, Fula's popularity was better than the others. The cauldron in front of her was full of people.

"Miss Fula! I want another bowl."

"I came first!"

"Don't push me!"

The soldiers squeezed in vying to get ahead, even though the pots next door were very empty.

"Come slowly! Take your time! Don't worry!"

The scene got out of control. Everyone knew what they were thinking. At the same time, the logistics staff and the female logistics staff felt particularly unpleasant. They did not deliberately compare with the daughter, but the behavior of the soldiers made it worse. They feel very sad. Gradually, they alienated Fula.

"Enough! You guys! What are you thinking about! Line up for me, or you won't have a bite to eat. Fula, you go to the kitchen to see what you can do, don't move! Then squeeze and throw you out."

At this time, the person in charge of logistics came forward. He took Fula's big spoon, and the surrounding soldiers showed disappointed expressions.

In the crowd, a young man passed by with an empty bowl. He witnessed all this and also saw Fula leaving.

Russ frowned, showing an expression of anxiety.

He entered the tent, where there were piles of dirty dishes like mountains and a basin of cold water.

Washing the dishes in winter can kill people, but Fula is sitting in front of the basin of water, washing the dishes silently, with her back to herself, Lars can't see her expression, but from the roots of her red ears, And a small sob can tell that she is sad.

"Flora."

Lars called her, the former was stunned, wiped his face with his sleeve, and then turned his head back with a smile.

"Russ? Ah, haha, a lot of dirty dishes, I wonder if I can help wash it..."

Her smile was reluctant, and her nose was a bit flushed.

"These dirty bowls should be washed at night when the hot water is heated, otherwise your hands may be frozen and cracked."

"Well, I said why no one, I'm so stupid haha."

Fula shook her hand and wiped her apron. She acted like an authentic civilian, reminding Lars of her mother. She often did this when she was washing dishes.

Russ fell silent for a moment, and he put down the plate in his hand, showing a guilty expression.

"What's wrong? When you don't speak, it's a bit worrying."

The other party asked suddenly.

Hearing this, Lars took a deep breath and said, "Did they bully you?"

"what?!"

Fula froze for a moment, as if she was surprised. She crooked her brows, and then thought of something. She quickly stopped and shook her head, saying, "No, no! They are very good to me. Really, they gave me the quilt for my sleep at night. That's it."

Deceiving.

Russ felt very uncomfortable.

"Then why are you crying."

"..."

Fula was silent for a while, the smile slowly disappeared, but soon came back.

She smiled bitterly and said, "You can see it, sorry, I'm too fragile."

"No, I..."

"Don't worry about me. My sisters treated me too much when I was young. They were really good to me. The reason why I cried, not because of this, is because of this war. I hate war."

She lowered her head and wiped her tears gently.

Lars was still thinking about what she meant, and the other party continued: "I thought I could face it, but today I know that I can't pass this hurdle at all. The people you can see in the morning will be forever at night. I can’t see it. Russ, the war is really cruel~www.wuxiaspot.com~My parents, relatives, and sons and husbands of countless people, they may not be able to come back as soon as they go."

It turned out that she was sad for this, Russ lowered his head in shame, he felt ashamed, because he had been thinking about **** the enemy and do meritorious services. However, his views have changed a bit now.

There is no doubt that Fula is not suitable for this place. She will continue to stay here, just like her frostbitten hands, and will definitely suffer serious injuries in the end.

Lars clenched his fists and couldn't help saying, "Fura, you... would you like to be an ordinary person?"

Hearing this, Fula showed a confused expression and replied: "Of course, I have always wanted to be a civilian, and I can dance freely in the fields without being restricted by any tedious etiquette, but..."

She sighed, lowered her head and said, "It's just a dream. I can't get rid of this noble status in my life. I know that countless people envy my status, but they don't know the price behind this kind of life. I'm a man, I can inherit the family business, at least I can decide on my own, but I am not, I will marry a man my father chooses, even if he is ugly and old, even if he does not treat me as a human, I must accept Now, I’m afraid the situation will be worse, because I don’t even have a father, no one cares about my life or death, everyone only cares about my identity, and the power and wealth behind it..."

Fula's heartfelt words made Russ feel sorry for him. He has a hero, which every teenager has. Which man doesn't like the story of the hero saving the beauty?

At this moment, he made up his mind that even if he was punished, he would save her. This was not to allow the other party to agree, but for the justice in his heart.

Russ raised his head and said, "Fura, listen, I know there is a place..."