Chapter 123 122. The Lonely Island
Baron Sidney wore a straight aristocratic dress, his riding boots were polished brightly, and a decorative rapier hung around his waist, almost sticking to his breeches, making his legs in leather army trousers look extra slender, with a straight nose , with deep blue eyes, a resolute and slightly thin face, and a proud and gloomy aristocratic temperament on his body, he seems to have all the good qualities of a young nobleman.
He is a very proud person, but he does have something to be proud of. Recently, the Fourth Battalion has repeatedly made military exploits, so that his meritorious service can promote the third-class baron to the first-class baron. He is fifty-seven One of the few constructed knights in the heavy armored infantry regiment.
Not all those who can become Constructed Knights are such excellent commanders as him.
Just facing Miss Hathaway in front of him, Baron Sidney lacked a little passion and spark in his heart. He always had a faint smile on his face, but that smile was like a mask, covering up his inner world.
Miss Hathaway in front of Baron Sidney has the same tall figure to be proud of. She is dressed in a light golden evening dress like a pure lily. She pulls up her long golden hair and reveals a swan She has a beautiful and noble neck, a string of exquisite star diamond necklaces on her chest, her pale green eyes are like two magnificent gemstones in the dark night, and her **** and thick lips are slightly raised, forming a picture full of personality. beautiful face.
This **** stunner who can almost make the heart of any man stand in front of Baron Sidney, calm and silent like a pool of stagnant water.
When she and Baron Sidney were dancing, although they met eyes, there was no communication.
Baron Sidney and Miss Hathaway stood facing each other on the dance floor, turning their bodies along with the music, consolidating each other, but their gazes were extraordinarily calm, the loneliness in each other's eyes was like the vast ocean. two isolated islands.
Like the shining stars in the sky, they are obviously very close, but the distance between them is tens of thousands of light-years apart.
He Boqiang sat on the wooden pier at the outermost circle of the ball, and the cool night breeze blew in. He suddenly felt that the noisy dance in front of him seemed far away from him, and some of his eyes were so blurred.
At this moment, I seem to have entered a mirror world, but the light and shadow outside the mirror are all frozen in the previous moment like a photo.
He Boqiang stood up from the wooden pier and took two steps in the mirror-like world. He wanted to reach out and push Suldak beside him. All this seemed to be normal again, with noisy noises and cheerful music Instantly poured into the ears, and Suldak beside him was still chattering:
"I heard that they are already engaged. It was originally planned that after Miss Hathaway graduated from the Pena Advanced Swordsman Academy, the two of them would hold a wedding in Hailansa City, but Baron Sidney participated in this Warsaw plane. Facing the war, it is estimated that the wedding of the two of them will have to wait until after the Battle of Handanal County is over."
He raised his head and looked at the dance floor in the distance, without noticing that He Boqiang changed from sitting on the wooden pier to standing in front of him in an instant.
"The two of them seem to be a good match!" Suldak said with emotion.
He Boqiang looked at his body, as if he didn't feel anything wrong.
He rubbed his forehead, this must be an illusion, he said to himself in his heart.
"Little Duck, these green eyes represent the pure blood of Bernard..."
"Hey, are you listening?"
Suldak pushed He Boqiang, who seemed a little dazed, and asked, "Are you a little tired?"
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A group of heavy cavalry put on heavy armor and slowly walked out of the camp on tall horses. They will continue to advance on the main battlefield of Moyunling. The road is a bit muddy, and the bed crossbows and catapults occupying the high ground also need to move forward Advance, although the evil spirits are powerful, but their number is relatively rare.
This time, the expeditionary force made use of the carpet advance combining heavy cavalry and ordnance, and broke through a road to victory at the foot of Moyunling.
Baron Sidney was called to the military headquarters for a meeting in the morning. Before leaving, he called Suldak over and told him to take good care of Miss Hathaway and her friends.
According to the schedule, Baron Sidney will lead these female swordsmen around the expeditionary camp to get acquainted with the situation here.
However, Miss Hathaway has a different opinion on this. She wants to watch the battle on the battlefield. Miss Hathaway has four companions, who are also her classmates in the Advanced Swordsman Academy. The battlefield is full of curiosity, and they unanimously agree to go to the front battlefield to have a look. It is best to encounter one or two evil spirits to demonstrate their outstanding swordsmanship.
The young aristocratic lady was wearing exquisite tight leather armor, with a rapier hanging from her belt. Several people gathered together and chattered non-stop, not at all what a lady should be. Miss Hathaway heard Suldak talk about West Baron Denis couldn't get away to act as their guide because he had to attend the meeting of the regiment headquarters. His green eyes blinked. Although he didn't show how happy he was, there was a relaxed smile on the corners of his mouth and eyebrows.
Suldak just mentioned that he should go according to the schedule. Perhaps Baron Sidney will have free time in the afternoon. The main battlefield is quite far from the camp of the expeditionary army. Maybe he will camp in the wild and need to bring tents and Three days of marching rations.
Miss Hathaway, who was wearing the thorntail crystal lion leather armor, squinted her eyes, she looked like a sly cat, and asked with a smile: "We brought the tent by ourselves, about the rations for the march, Squadron Leader Suldak Can't you decide?"
Suldak replied: "It can be decided."
Miss Hathaway turned around and asked Suldak again: "So, isn't the situation on the battlefield not very optimistic recently?"
"The situation in the battle is fairly stable." Suldak replied, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Miss Hathaway raised her head, and said to the female companions behind her: "Ladies, we have to make preparations again, Squadron Leader Suldak, do you think it's time to start in the morning?"
"..."
Regarding Miss Hathaway's question this time, Suldak was a little at a loss as to how to answer it.
The itinerary was decided in this way, and several young female swordsmen quickly began to pack their luggage. The soldiers of the second team found that the tent that was just set up yesterday had to be packed again. The thirteen members of the team carried the female swordsmen on their backs. Under the leadership of Suerdak, he walked out of the expeditionary army camp before the morning.
God knows why the five young noble ladies have so many carry-on items. Except for He Boqiang, even Augustus is carrying a huge wooden box on his back. The whole team looks more like a traveling team. Camping squad.
He Boqiang carried a blood-stained leather pocket on his back. He ingeniously asked a leather craftsman to sew two shoulder straps on the leather pocket, making it very convenient to carry the leather pocket on his body.
Suldak was at the forefront of the team. Since the mountain road leading to the main battlefield was crowded with carts carrying supplies from the logistics department, the carriage could not be found, so the team had to walk along the side of the road.
After the road was repeatedly crushed by flatbed trucks, it rained again, and the mud was soaked in the rain, and the whole road was like a long and narrow muddy puddle.
There is a small piece of grass near the camp of the expeditionary army. Several female swordsmen were worried that the mud on the road would stain their boots, so they ran to the grass and walked on the grass. The bearded Cagle reminded: "Be careful Little puddles in the grass..."
However, his voice was a little low, and it wasn't until one of the noble ladies sank more than half of her leg into the puddle covered under the grass blanket that these female swordsmen calmed down and walked peacefully along the muddy roadside. forward.
(end of this chapter)