Accompanied by a small team of cavalry, the little girl rode her horse through the enemy's former camp.

There is no sun today, so there is still a mist on this battlefield, covering the sight a hundred steps away. However, the thick fog cannot cover the smell of the battlefield - the smell of blood is very strong, which makes people unable to help but want to vomit. A few people who were fatally seriously injured but are not dead there choked before death, breaking the abnormal silence from time to time.

This is the battlefield. It is different from what children imagine in their minds. There is only death, pain and blood, as well as scattered weapons, armor and fragmented items, which illustrate the terrible things that have happened here.

If it weren't for riding this little mare under her crotch, the little girl's feet might not be able to hold her body. For some reason, she remembered the things in the book. The book records the victory of Garunas and King Markremiz again and again, including records, poetry, and various stories derived. These words all describe these great military victory in tones of worship, show off and praise, but they do not mention the corpses and blood throughout the battlefield.

On the surface, she seemed to be patrolling the battlefield and testing her own victory. But only she herself knew that she had lost her heart long ago, but in fact she was just walking forward with no purpose at all. There was only chaos left in her mind, and there was still a little indescribable fear.

It would be great if Ashu Rufate was here. No, no! You can't think so, this time she is the only one herself!

She saw a wounded man lying on the ground and moaned in pain. After approaching, she saw that the other person's abdomen was cut open and his internal organs flowed all over the ground. The wounded man turned his head slightly and looked at her with unswerving eyes - perhaps not looking at her, but just happened to be in her direction, and sighed full of pain and sadness.

Seeing the Queen stopping the horse, the knights behind him also stopped. After a few seconds, they realized the reason why the Queen stopped the horse. These knights were all veterans who had experienced the battlefield and knew very well what to do in this situation. A knight rode forward without additional orders, lowered his spear, and pierced the wounded's throat.

When he saw the spear coming, the wounded did not show any sadness or sadness, but instead showed a relief-like expression and closed his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I think we should go to the prisoner to take a look." A knight who followed the little girl, holding a thick record book in his hand suggested. This is a recorder - this is a tradition, and every winner is willing to record his victory and victory, forming a complete historical record.

The news ahead had long been heard. Now, everyone already knew the entire battle process - in fact, they didn't need to know, they could guess it. The Queen threw all her cavalry, light cavalry, muslan cavalry and knights into the dawn raid. This was a classic and flawless raid. The enemy, who had no defense at all, fell into complete chaos from the beginning of the battle, was repeatedly trampled and killed by the cavalry, and was eventually completely defeated. They trampled on each other, drove out of the camp without defense, and fled forward. However, they were immediately intercepted by infantry and artillery. The defeated soldiers who had lost their will to fight quickly surrendered to the royal army in groups.

Most people were waiting for their destiny in quiet, full of anxiety and fear. But on the edge of the crowd, someone was crying and shouting there.

The person who cried and shouted was a young man. In front of him, another pale young man was lying on the ground. There was a clear bullet wound on the man's chest, and a circle of clothes was dyed red by blood. The damage caused by bullets often had this effect, that is, it was difficult to estimate the real damage situation. It was often seen that a soldier who was shot could continue to fight on the battlefield, but shortly after the battle, he might stop breathing. The same is true for the current situation. The pupils of the person lying on the ground had spread and expanded. Anyone with a little knowledge would know that he was dead.

If you can carefully observe the appearance of the two people, you can easily see that there is a close blood relationship between the two people. They should be a pair of brothers.

The little girl rode her horse and quickly attracted everyone's attention. Both the prisoners and the guards noticed this team of people. On the battlefield, it is not a common thing to be such a little girl wearing armor, so you just need to think about it a little bit and you can guess the real identity of the little girl.

The guards were fine, but there was a riot among the prisoners.

The little girl rode her horse and walked up. Baranka gave her some basic introductions to her. "It's a pity that Byron is not here," he said with some emotion. The victory of the war did not catch the enemy's coach, which was also a pity. "To be honest, I almost thought it was a lie, but in the end I realized that it was indeed the case. But it was precisely because of this that they could not organize any resistance."

When introducing these news, Baranka kept paying attention to the little girl's expression. He was sure now that the little queen must have known something - because when he told the important news that Byron was not in the army, the little girl's expression was not moved at all, even if she was a little surprised.

Is this surprise attack launched in the early morning a chance to encounter a dead mouse or the result of careful planning? Baranka was thinking about this question in his mind, but found that he couldn't see through the answer. The little girl's expression was not so much about hiding her true thoughts, but she was wearing a mask. Even Baranka, who was consciously and knowledgeable, could not see through what the little girl was thinking.

But in fact, the little girl didn't think about anything. She was just like a sleepwalking, instinctively following other people's guidance.

A roar suddenly sounded from the side. The little girl instinctively looked at the source of the sound, but happened to see the young nobleman with a dead brother picking up a stone and throwing it towards her.

Fortunately, he happened to have two companions around him. These two men hugged him and took the stone out of his hands. This behavior can be understood as being for his own good (the fool also knows what the consequences of throwing stones at the queen) or as they show favor to the queen.

The little girl had not made any statement yet, and Baranka immediately gave an angrily order. The two fully armed guards immediately cut the young man's hands and pulled him to the little girl's horse.

However, this one obviously lost his mind because of the death of his brother. When he was brought to a close enough distance, he suddenly raised his head and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm at the little girl's face, which was exactly where the little girl's chest was spitting.

"You female devil! May your soul burn in the fire of hell forever!" The young man issued a curse.

What should I do? The little girl's heart did not recover from the previous trance state. Her first reaction was not anger, but confusion. It seemed that no one had ever told her what to do in this situation? What should I do? By the way, I am the queen! Ashu Rufate said that to be brave, there is no need for weakness or compassion. These two things are absolutely not allowed on the battlefield.

The two soldiers were already scared by what the captives did. They immediately did what they could do in this situation, and used the handle of their weapons in their hands to beat the captives, knocking them to the ground. Then they raised their heads and waited for the queen's judgment.
Chapter completed!