Chapter 148 I'm Not an Orphan After All
Under the moonlight, in the camp.
The Alliance warriors gathered around while eating their dinner, forming large circles with the students in the middle.
Watching these lively students, the tense atmosphere due to the war seemed to ease a bit.
A senior from Crimson City loudly asked, "What are you doing?"
What kind of art troupe? They had never heard of such a thing before.
The students quickly replied loudly, "We're performing, entertainment."
The Alliance warriors listened in confusion, why did it sound more incomprehensible the more they listened? What was entertainment?
Anyway, they sat down while eating, it didn't hurt to watch. Now was the time for them to replenish their strength.
The students' performance began, and they were actually performing their resistance against Red City.
Ant, this little guy actually played one of the people from Red City, no, played someone from Red City, but the script was modified by Zhuang Yu.
Ant followed a group of slightly older "Red City" people, holding iron spears, with funny and comical postures, which seemed a bit derogatory to the image of Red City.
The people from the Alliance were amused because compared to the characters played by Ant from Red City, the students playing the Alliance seemed much more heroic.
However, as the performance progressed, it seemed more and more wrong.
In the performance, the Alliance suffered successive defeats, just like their current situation, and that sense of oppression transmitted from the performing students to the Alliance warriors.
Everyone held their breath, what would be their fate?
It was like waiting to see their own ending.
In the performance, a battle was taking place, and it was expected to be another defeat for the Alliance as usual.
But...
This was a sneak attack, and the Alliance took the initiative to boost morale by attacking.
Of course, a sneak attack should not be discovered by the enemy before the best opportunity appears.
But an accident happened, the enemy's torch was thrown towards where the Alliance soldiers were hiding.
The spectators' hearts rose to their throats, thinking it was over, they must have been exposed this time. There was also a hint of inevitable frustration and defeat in their eyes.
But immediately, the spectators noticed something was wrong.
Amidst the raging flames, the Alliance soldiers hidden in the grass remained motionless, gritting their teeth, clutching the soil... as if the flames burning on them didn't hurt at all.
The spectators' eyes narrowed, and they felt a chill in their hearts.
They understood, this soldier, in order not to be exposed, was enduring the burning flames.
Quiet, quiet, the sound of the flames crackling seemed incredibly tragic.
This performance was not a silent drama; there was also a perfectly timed narration.
"He understood in his heart that this was the most important battle for the Alliance. No matter what, the Alliance needed a victory like this. So, even though the flames were burning his body, he remained motionless, enduring any pain without wavering in his inner determination, enduring, enduring..."
The spectators didn't know how many of them involuntarily stood up. Although the students said it was a performance, the content of the performance and the perfect narration instantly drew them in, making them feel as if they were there.
Their fists were clenched tightly, thinking that the flames looked so fierce, but in fact, rolling on the ground would extinguish them.
But in their hearts, they were shouting, they couldn't roll, rolling would be discovered by the enemy, and the sneak attack would be exposed.
There was a particularly intense inner conflict, with a sense of tragedy in their hearts, everything was for victory.
Countless people were sweating profusely from their clenched hands.
Finally, the ambushed Alliance soldiers received the message to charge, and they could finally move...
Originally, they thought they could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but all the Alliance soldiers rushed towards the enemy, except for the soldier who was agonizing under the flames, who remained motionless.
Although the two sides on the field had already fought into chaos, the spectators were especially quiet, their eyes unable to leave the figure on the battlefield that could no longer move.
The narration of Feng Wen kept ringing, getting louder and louder, "For the victory of the war, he sacrificed his own life. He was still young, but he had no regrets..."
"Youthful and passionate, amidst the flames of war, but he firmly believed that justice would always triumph over evil. He believed that with his protection, his family, friends, and people would eventually welcome peace. Peace would eventually come with their sacrifices..."
On the battlefield, the outcome had already been decided, and after arduous fighting, the Alliance finally welcomed its first victory.
Even Ant, the little funny guy, "died" in the air and fell to the ground.
On the field, Alliance soldiers cheered for victory.
Off the field, everyone was still shaken by the scene just now.
For victory, a small soldier could actually do this.
For some reason, a strange emotion arose in their hearts. Why couldn't they do the same?
They were also fighting to protect their family and friends, fighting for peace for their loved ones, as long as they persisted, victory would eventually be theirs.
The art troupe formed by the students, because it was established recently, didn't have many programs.
But it was enough.
Although the program was short, because of its unique performance style and the soul-stirring content, probably none of the Alliance soldiers who watched it would forget it.
This could be considered the most remarkable entertainment event in this world.
While the Alliance soldiers were still shocked, saddened, and inexplicably filled with a firm belief, that terrible "Ant" actually got up from the ground.
Ant looked at those fierce eyes and was taken aback, quickly saying, "I... I was just playing a character from Red City, I'm one of you guys."
Oh my, would someone secretly hit him later?
It's troublesome to act too well. He wouldn't act as a character from Red City again next time, let someone else do it.
The watching Alliance soldiers looked at him with hostile eyes. They knew it was just a performance, but they couldn't help but glare at this ridiculous little guy. He was too naughty.
Then, the student who was burned to death also got up.
The person playing the Alliance soldier who was burned to death was Zhi.
The treatment of the two was completely different.
Ant watched tearfully, envious. He would never play a villain again in the future.
The students' performance was not over yet. Next, they began to sing the song "On the Fields of Hope" together.
With the singing, the tense hearts of the soldiers began to relax.
The soldiers' hearts were too tense and suppressed, they needed guidance and relaxation, which was also one of the main purposes of the students' art troupe.
Don't underestimate their work. If the hearts of the Alliance soldiers remained so tense, with poor rest, over time, they would all become exhausted. This was already a long-lasting battle.
The art troupe formed by the students, one was to establish the faith in the hearts of the soldiers, and the other was to let the soldiers relax to a certain extent.
It can be said that they did a very good job.
The Alliance soldiers also hummed along with the strange songs. Just like the lyrics, as long as they persisted, they would walk on the fields of hope.
Tonight's entire performance time was not long. After all, they were still on the battlefield, and they couldn't watch the performance for a long time as usual. They still needed to rest.
This night was the same as every other night on the battlefield, but it seemed different somehow. The soldiers slept peacefully, but occasionally clenched their fists.
After performing for a night, the students left the camp. This was the battlefield, and they couldn't affect the battle of the Alliance soldiers.
The battle quickly resumed, and Red City probably wanted to take advantage of the soaring morale to decisively defeat the Alliance.
But to their surprise, although the Alliance was still retreating, this encounter made them feel something different. The Alliance soldiers were much braver, even fearless and heroic.
What was going on?
The people from Red City were dumbfounded. According to reason, with successive failures, the Alliance should have been on the brink of collapse, so why were they becoming more courageous in defeat?
This was abnormal. According to their previous experience in attacking others, if they kept attacking like this, the other side should lose confidence and will to fight soon.
But what did they see?
The other side not only didn't show signs of losing their will to fight, but became even more courageous and fearless.
Even though Red City felt a bit strained, fortunately, they still had an absolute advantage, and their weapons were much better than the Alliance's.
The battle continued, large and small, each resulting in the land being dyed red with blood.
Days passed one by one.
The Alliance seemed unable to resist the advance of Red City, but they still persisted stubbornly because they still had hope.
The art troupe formed by the students also followed behind the army, cheering and shouting every few days to increase the soldiers' morale.
"Just hold on a little longer, and our weapons will be provided."
"Our military provisions will be ready soon, and then we will have an advantage over Red City."
"..."
The students' shouts conveyed an underlying message of excitement, as if as soon as they held on until these things arrived, they would immediately win.
But only in this way could they avoid being defeated and collapse like a mountain. It was precisely because of these visible hopes that the Alliance soldiers persisted without hesitation until now.
The war had been going on for a while, and even the people of Red City could feel the brutality of the war.
The casualties were not just Alliance soldiers. However, they now held the advantage, perhaps thinking that as long as they continued to attack, victory would soon be theirs.
The land was soaked in blood, like a desolate dirge. This battlefield lasted longer than anyone had imagined.
Even Zhuang Yu's group of students, from their initial naivety on the battlefield, had matured. As time passed, the effectiveness of Zhuang Yu's logistics support began to show.
Batch after batch of armor and weapons were sent to the battlefield. Red City was surprised to find that the cold, black monsters that were impervious to weapons were increasing in number, and the area covered by the arrows shot from the opposite side was also expanding.
This change was gradual, and when the people of Red City finally reacted, they were somewhat bewildered.
Then, the beans planted by the peripheral tribes, with the relentless efforts of the little mushrooms, finally yielded a harvest. Zhuang Yu had these harvested beans made into military provisions and sent them to the battlefield.
The Alliance soldiers could now quickly replenish their strength anytime, anywhere, which was much more convenient compared to Red City, which spent a lot of time eating to replenish their strength every time.
The balance of power on the battlefield began to shift, at least it was no longer completely one-sided. Even the people of Red City could see that the speed of the Alliance's retreat was slowing down.
And eventually, the straw that nearly balanced the scales between the two sides appeared, coming from two aspects.
One was the song, the soul-stirring song from the Green Fox War Tribe of the Crimson Great City.
At the most critical moment, this Green Fox War Tribe, which had separated from the Crimson Great City, finally joined the battle.
Ultimately, they were still a war Tribe of the Crimson Great City, and even if they left, there would be a day of return.
The Green Fox War Tribe, individually, might not be very strong, but they were definitely the strongest support on the battlefield.
Their songs could even make enemies unable to hold their weapons steady, and most importantly, the range of their songs was too wide.
Their role on the battlefield was fully demonstrated. In terms of the ability to attack on a large scale, the Green Fox War Tribe was definitely the best in the world.
The second reason for the movement of the balance of power came from the rear of the Red City army. For some reason, small-scale chaos began to appear in Red City, and some even proposed a proposal for a ceasefire.
If it were ordinary people who proposed a ceasefire at this time, it might not have caused any ripples.
But what if the one proposing this proposal was the heir of Red City Young Prince Yin Huo?
And unexpectedly, a small number of people actually expressed their agreement.
However, the Tribes within Red City were still small-scale for now and hadn't affected the front line much.
The continuous supply of equipment and weapons to the Alliance, the appearance of military provisions, the participation of the Green Fox War Tribe, and the internal turmoil in Red City, combined with other factors, miraculously led to the Alliance and Red City beginning to fight to a stalemate.
This was incredibly unbelievable, but it happened just like that. The Alliance soldiers were excited and somewhat incredulous; they were actually starting to match Red City.
Indeed, their persistence had not been in vain. Red City was also somewhat incredulous; the number one power, the unstoppable force, was actually being held back.
Upon careful consideration, it didn't seem difficult to see what was behind all this change.
Then Red City fell silent. A middle-aged man of tall stature and a slightly petite and beautiful woman arrived outside Crimson Great City.
The tall middle-aged man looked at the Crimson Great City in front of him, rubbing his eyes incessantly, and his mouth could fit a duck egg inside, "Is this our Crimson Great City? Did we take a wrong turn?"
Before his voice fell, he was glared at by the petite woman beside him.
But there was also a look of inexplicable astonishment in the woman's eyes. Although she hadn't returned to Crimson Great City for many years, she still remembered what Crimson Great City looked like.
After all, this was where she grew up.
During this time, there had been news about Crimson Great City reaching her, but any news paled in comparison to what she was seeing now.
Then the woman raised her head and made a strange sound, like the cry of a fox.
The sound was not loud, but it started to spread strangely and spread very far.
Zhuang Yu, who was listening to the frontline news from spies in Crimson Great City, trembled when he heard this sound, then his face lit up, and he quickly ran outside the city.
After such a long time, he almost thought he was an orphan with no parents, and now they finally decided to come back.
And it was just in time because the news reported by the scouts just now, Red City's people finally became smarter.
They were no longer just constantly fighting each other with the Alliance; they began to target the several mines in Crimson Great City and the peripheral tribes that provided military provisions.
This was also what Zhuang Yu was most worried about, after all, the Alliance's army could retreat one after another, but those mines and the food in the ground could not retreat with them.