Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

"Hey, where are you from?".

"Numenting, Numenting Battle. "

"Hey, you said you survived in Numenting, did you see the appearance of the enemy? "

"I've heard that there are thousands of people, like the tide of the sea, can trample us to death, hey, what do you say, is it?".

Whoever is on this team will only be able to breathe these few words when they see Emer.

Emel met the army on his way to the Great Army of Exile, and luckily he didn't encounter the five monsters, and unfortunately, he didn't know where the five monsters went.

The composition of this team is almost the same as the previous team, but there are many fewer recruits, and there are only about 200 people.

The more than 200 people were divided into four teams, three teams composed entirely of recruits were guided by a veteran, and the other was composed of all the original "elites", with obvious intentions, to let the recruits be bait, and finally the "elites" took the heads, as far as the current situation is concerned, they are completely unaware of the horror of the enemy, and there is still the idea in their hearts that they can be defeated.

The order was given to the northwest to reinforce Dinkma, who was shown on the map to be the capital city of Frodonissa a hundred miles to the east, and they were to defend the first front on the outskirts of the capital, unlike Numenting, which was basically a plain, and only built a wall on the outskirts of the capital, but Emel knew that no matter how strong the wall was, it would easily crush them when the Empire came here.

Initially suspected of being a deserter because of his ability to survive, Emer was received by the captain of the team, who dispelled his suspicions about the man, and his gaze, look, and determination to return to the battlefield proved that he had survived by luck.

During the questioning, Emer told the captain everything he had seen of the Imperial, and the captain's face turned pale with fright the moment he heard the height and physique of the enemy, and he still did not come back to his senses in the ensuing conversation, and finally he was hastily settled.

Here, Emer's food is still the same as in the original team, compared to the steamed buns here are slightly softer, and they can be soaked in the soup, but Emel doesn't care about these anymore, he begins to split a small piece of steamed buns with his sword, and then puts it in his mouth and bites it with his teeth, when he first tried, Emer didn't pay attention to the force, and the side teeth were broken off several pieces, and gradually, when he found a way to bite the steamed bun without a few teeth as a price, that kind of thing never happened again.

The captain's saber is of good quality, and even if he splits a few steamed buns, there will be no signs of wear, compared to other swords, if you try it, the sword is already dull, and the worn tooth marks and even the flesh are constantly chopped.

Emel kept this 'relic' with him, and began to practice the sword on the first day he came to this team, because he found that on the battlefield, the sword is much more useful than the axe, except for the giant axe that the Imperial people carry behind their backs, it is too big to be a weapon that a normal person can use.

Accustomed to the axe, he had expended a great deal of energy on the technique of the sword, but it took him a few days to master it, and it was entirely thanks to Emer's practice day after day, after the march he practiced, before and after dinner, and even he slept three hours less than the others to practice the sword.

For

a moment, Emer felt that he was no longer the same person, as if he no longer felt tired and tired, and his physique and strength were growing at a visible rate day by day.

He didn't dare to slack off on these exercises anymore, because the battle of Numenting left a lot of pain in his heart.

The captain tells him to "if you survive, you will find a way to win this war", but Emel racked his brains and couldn't think of any easy way to win, so he began to practice physically, hoping that one day he could take up the arms of the Imperial people and stand on the same stage as them.

For this reason, he would rather not live like a human being.

In addition to practicing swords, Emer has one more thing to know, and that is his name.

So, while on the march, Emer asked everyone.

Do you know what the man who led the battle of Numenting is called?

But the answers, without exception, were all negative, even the captain, they didn't even know about Numenting, and they didn't know which team was sent there, after Emer asked the captain, he also smiled bitterly and said: "We vanguard are just sent to die, those noble leaders, who will remember us, maybe they sent a team of hundreds of people to one place, just when drinking tea, they pointed at it, and they didn't even necessarily look at it." "

Emer rejects the captain's words, even though he makes it clear how a personal nobleman the lord of Lalheim is, and how much he has done to keep the local people fed and clothed, and he tries to say good things for the nobles to change the captain's opinion of them, but only to say "You are too young", and then ends the conversation.

Seven days later, the team arrived at Dinkma.

Dinkmar has now become a dead city, a town that once lived tens of thousands of people is now empty, and all the food and warmth that have not had time to be taken from the houses have been used as military equipment, which has also turned this place into a different scene, the 2,000 soldiers who defend the city have made it a resort, and only about fifty soldiers go up to the castle tower every day to 'watch' decently, in fact, just there gossiping, eating sugar and drinking wine.

When Emer's team arrived, the task of 'stalking' was completely entrusted to them, and for seven days the two hundred men even slept on the city walls, and every five of them lay down in a quilt to warm each other and sleep, food and water were brought by the other soldiers, fortunately, they had meat here, and even a lot, and they had all kinds of wine.

Even though the activity environment was cramped, Emer still did not stop practicing swordsmanship, and the captain gave him some guidance on swordsmanship when he saw him like this, and by the way, after practice, he chatted with him for a while while at dinner.

"I'm Sandy, I remember you were Emer, right? "

Emer nodded, eating the food in his bowl intently, like a hungry man who hadn't eaten in days, swallowing an egg and the shell into his mouth.

"Do you regret it? I didn't die there. "

Emer's mouth, which was chewing on the eggshell, stopped at this moment, and after a few seconds he came back to his senses, and the speed of his meal slowly slowed down, returning to the normal pace of eating.

Emer was waiting for the captain to say something more, but the captain didn't say anything, patted Emel on the shoulder, and walked away.

Half a month later, Emer's team received a notice from the general to sweep the enemy on the periphery of Dinkma, Emer accidentally fell asleep that day, so he did not hear the order to assemble, the news that his team was going to go out of the city to sweep was still a soldier who accidentally dropped something to wake up himself, after hearing the news, Emer immediately put on his armor, picked up his sword, just stuffed two dry and hard steamed buns into his bag, put on a pot of water and walked out with the soldier.

At this moment, the general walked by his side, as if he was talking to the adjutant general next to him.

Emel froze in place when he heard the conversation between them, his feet so heavy that he couldn't go on, his eyes were so sore that he didn't know when he was about to cry, and he had no choice but to tilt his head and hold back the tears.

"No way, they're eating too much. "