Arranged with an arrow, Merkha quickly pulled the bow away, and pointed the strings at the face of a Britannian not far ahead of him.

The next second, the originally tense force bounced away from Merkha's arms, and the sound of breaking through the air continued.

Bang!

While the sound of breaking through the air sounded, the bowstring in Merkha's hand also sounded a loud breaking sound.

Merkha is good at archery.

Shooting the Britannians' faces and necks that were not protected by armor - this is quite difficult for others, but not for Merkha.

During these seven days, Merca could not count how many Britannians he had used the arrow in his hand to shoot and injure them.

Using this bow with high load finally overwhelmed the bow string of the bow. After shooting out the arrow, it made a loud muffled sound, and the bow string broke with the sound.

Merkha had no leisure time and had no time to see if the arrow he had just shot into the enemy.

After seeing the scrapped bow in his hand thrown aside, Merkha pulled out the sword that had been cut at his feet, which had been cut with gaps.

He pulled his already hoarse voice and waved the sword in his hand, and rushed towards a girl with short rose-colored hair and golden eyes not far ahead of him.

The female warrior's agility was beyond Merkha's expectations.

As soon as Merkha slashed the sword in her hand towards her, she keenly pushed the cold sword against her breastplate and brushed a series of sparks on the black armor.

After avoiding Merkha's slash, the female warrior launched a surging and continuous attack on Merkha.

If he was fighting without being injured or having enough food and drink, Merkha might be able to deal with the female warrior.

But now, the tired and hungry Merkha is half a disabled person. After taking on several attacks from the female warrior, he was knocked to the ground by the female warrior.

Merkar wanted to get up, but found that his feet were no longer in control and could no longer stand up.

——Is it going to end?

Merkha said in his heart.

"Surrender!" After knocking Merkha over to the ground, the female warrior with short rose-colored hair and golden eyes pointed at Merkha with his sword while speaking in a broken Lake language, repeating "Surrender" over and over again.

At this moment, a familiar middle-aged male voice rang behind Merkha:

"Hmm...? Merkha...you are still... alive..."

"Hey..." Merkha looked behind him in surprise, "Then Clan Chief Lu... you are still alive..."

Nalu, whose body was covered in blood, was now sitting behind Merkha.

Judging from Na Lu's appearance, it seemed that he was knocked over or chopped over to the ground by the Britannians, and then fell behind Merkha.

The two were surrounded by thick circles of Britannians.

These Britannians who surrounded Mekka and Nalu pointed directly at them with swords, and kept shouting "Surrender quickly" in their broken Lake language, trying to persuade the two of them to put down their weapons and stop fighting.

But Merkha and Nalu ignored the Britannians surrounding them.

Ignore the swords pointing directly at the two of them in their hands.

They ignored their persuasion to surrender.

"Merka..." Lu asked over Merka, "Now...who else is alive..."

"I don't know..." Merkha replied, "We were broken up at the beginning of the battle... I only saw True being cut down, and I didn't see the others dead or alive... But, I guess now, maybe the only two of us are still alive..."

"That's it..." Lu responded in a plain tone.

Then, he raised the knife in his hand.

However, this time, Nalu did not point the tip of the knife at the surrounding Britannians.

Instead, point the tip of the knife to your heart.

"Merka...I don't have the strength to kill the enemy anymore..."

"What a coincidence... the patriarch. So are I..."

Merkha chuckled at Nalu a few times, and then, like Nalu, pressed the tip of the knife against his left chest.

“…Class leader.”

After pressing the knife in his hand against his chest, Merca suddenly asked Nalu a question that True had just asked him:

"You said... our descendants... will they remember us?"

Quiet……

No one answered this question from Merkha.

"Then the leader of Lu?" Moka called out his leader's name softly again.

It's still quiet...

Merkha turned around, but found that Lu had already stabbed the sword in his hand into his chest at some point just now.

Looking at the body that had lost its life, Merca was slightly stunned.

Then the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a smile with a hint of helplessness appeared.

"Does future generations... remember us..."

In a tone that seemed to be talking to himself, Merkha repeated the question True had asked him before in a low voice, and then he had asked Nalu again.

Then, Merkha's hands holding the knife pressed hard in the direction of his body.

The sharp blade penetrated his chest under the surprised gaze of the surrounding Britannian people...

...

...

Darlena looked at the two Lakers in front of her who chose to commit suicide after exhaustion.

The companions around her were shocked by their bravery, just like her.

Darlena wiped the blood splashed on her short rose-colored hair, and then retracted the sword in her hand into the sheath at her waist.

Then, the two Lake soldiers who were unwilling to surrender at the last moment and chose to commit suicide, gave a military salute that was no longer standard.

Coincidentally, without anyone's order or persuasion, other comrades around Darlena also made the same actions as Darlena.

Everyone put away their long swords and saluted a standard military salute to the two Lakers who fought to the last moment, and gave their highest respect to the two soldiers...

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...

After 10 days.

Britannian Empire, North Frontier, Avalon Fortress, Michael's Knights Headquarters, Su Cheng's office.

Su Cheng whispered the final battle loss statistics that Deng Jiaer had just sent:

"Diet - 138 people, injured - 289 people, and burned the Ligasus Mountains...ah..."

Su Cheng sighed lightly and threw the war damage report in his hand onto the table.

At this time, Willy, who was standing in front of Su Cheng's table, whispered to Su Cheng: "The stubborn anti-agricultures on the Ligasos have been wiped out, the Ligasos has been pacified, and this Sharomanda battle has ended at this point. Unfortunately... the loss is much greater than expected, and the Ligasos has also burned the Ligasos..."

As soon as Willie finished speaking, Su Cheng immediately said:

"It's actually nothing to burn the Ligasos Mountains. It's not a very important mountain range anyway. The loss is not too great. It only cost less than 500 casualties and conquered a nation with a population of hundreds of thousands - this is an amazing record that can be recorded in history."

"It's helpless to have a lot of casualties than expected."

"After all - including me, no one expected that there would be such a group of warriors among the Lakers."

"Two hundred people, fighting against a 10,000 army. Faced with such a huge gap in combat power, I would rather die than surrender. I will fight to the last moment and fight to the last person..."

Speaking of this, Su Cheng sighed again.

Then he stood up from the chair, turned around, looked at the window behind him, and looked at the blue sky outside the window.

The eyes gradually showed admiration and envy.

"I'm a little envious."

"If we Britannians could all have the spirit and courage of these Lakers who chose to fight to the end."

"Our Britannian Empire might have unified the entire continent long ago."

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...

The Britannian Empire, the northern border, the Ligasus Mountains (Bra Mountains), at the foot of the mountain, the Pingman Legion stronghold.

Dengjar, wearing armor, held the knight's sword at her waist while looking at the huge mountain range of the Ligasus, which was like a dormant beast, not far away in front of her.

"What a bunch of...respective opponents..." Deng Jiaer murmured softly.

Although these stubborn rebels have caused a lot of trouble to Deng Jiaer, Deng Jiaer still has to admit that they are a group of respectable enemies and respectable opponents.

"Chief Coach." At this moment, Deng Jiaer's deputy came over, "The camp tent, wooden fence and other facilities have been completely dismantled, and the entire army is ready to detach the camp."

"Yeah, okay." Deng Jiaer nodded, "Send the order--the entire army will set off the camp and return to Base No. 1."
To be continued...