The Chosen of Slaanesh in Infinite Worlds

After finishing the shooting, Cooper put down the musket in his hand, strode to Link, and reported: "Report to Master Link, I have finished shooting."

Link nodded with satisfaction and said to Fergus beside him, "Fergus, go check Captain Cooper's results."

"Yes." Fergus responded and soon returned with the measurement results. "Master Link, Captain Cooper's three shots all hit the target. The shots at 100 meters and 200 meters deviated from the center of the circle by only 10 centimeters. Although there was a slight deviation at 300 meters, it was only 80 centimeters away from the center of the circle."

Although Cooper was basically satisfied with his result, he still showed a trace of unwillingness. Link saw what he was thinking and comforted him, "It's okay. It's already an excellent performance for your first shooting. Practice more and you will become more and more proficient."

"Yes." Cooper responded, but secretly vowed in his heart to train harder and improve his shooting skills.

"Next, the other team members will come up one by one to test fire. I brought enough muskets, and everyone can take turns using them to prevent overheating." As soon as Link finished speaking, the soldiers began to prepare impatiently.

"Okay, next soldier Kerry, step out and prepare for the test firing." Cooper's voice rang out among the troops.

"Yes!" A burly soldier responded. Under the gaze of his comrades, he took the musket from Cooper with a little nervousness and stood in the shooting position.

"Don't be nervous. Just follow the operating procedures we learned before. You can do it." Cooper encouraged.

"Yes!" Kairi took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then started shooting according to the steps in training.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" After three gunshots, Kaili put down his rifle, stood up straight, and reported: "Report, Soldier Kaili has completed the test firing, please give instructions."

Soon, Fergus returned from the other end of the shooting range and reported Carey's results: "The target at 100 meters was 20 centimeters off center, the target at 200 meters was 60 centimeters off center, and at 300 meters... it was off target."

Upon hearing this, Kerry's face changed slightly and he lowered his head, as if he had done something unforgivable. Cooper glanced at him and said in a serious but encouraging tone: "You return to the team and keep working hard in the next one."

Afterwards, the soldiers came forward one after another to test shoot, and everyone gave their all, trying to show their best.

Finally, it was Adams' turn. Hearing his name being called, he was excited and responded loudly: "Here!" Then, he walked out of the team steadily and took a brand new musket and three bullets from Cooper.

Adams gently stroked the cold black iron gun body, feeling its unique charm, and an indescribable excitement and awe surged in his heart. He knew very well that this was not just a weapon, but also his life and death partner on the future battlefield.

"Soldier Adams, don't just stand there, get ready for the test firing!" Cooper's voice sounded at the right time, breaking Adams's contemplation.

"Yes!" Adams quickly came to his senses and stood at the shooting point. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened them, his eyes flashing with determination. He followed the operating procedures he had practiced repeatedly before, skillfully opened the magazine, and gently put a bullet in. He couldn't help but wonder how such a small object could burst out with such amazing power.

"Click." The sound of loading the gun was crisp and loud. Adams picked up the gun and aimed the crosshairs at the stone target in the distance according to the principle of "three points and one line".

"Bang!" When the first gunshot rang out, Adams took advantage of the interval of changing bullets to secretly glance at the target one hundred meters away. Although he failed to hit the center of the circle, the distance was not far, which gave him some confidence.

The second shot, with the experience of the first time, Adams was more calm, his movements were smooth and accurate, without any hesitation or redundancy.

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out again. This time, he felt as if he and the gun had become one. Every bit of strength was accurately transferred to the bullet.

Cooper was observing silently from the side, and when he saw Adams' performance, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

"Bang!" With the last shot, Adams completed all the actions almost instinctively. Before the gunshot ended, he had already put down the musket, stood up straight, and reported: "Report, Soldier Adams has finished shooting, please give instructions."

With the end of Adams' shooting, all the soldiers of the Musketeers completed their first live ammunition shooting. Everyone had an expression of satisfaction or regret on their face, but without exception, their eyes were full of longing and determination for the future.

Cooper walked up to Link and said softly, "Master Link, all the soldiers have finished shooting. Do you have any instructions or comments?"

Link looked around and finally his eyes fell on the scattered shells on the ground. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that these seemingly insignificant metal fragments actually represented huge investments and expectations. But he knew that training new soldiers, especially mastering such advanced weapons, was not something that could be done overnight.

"Please give a summary of your achievements first." Link said to Cooper.

Cooper heard this and walked to the front of the team. He looked around at every soldier and said in a steady and powerful voice: "Today is the first time for everyone to actually use muskets to shoot. Although we have done a lot of theoretical learning and simulation training before, actual combat always has different challenges. Judging from the shooting results today, most people can basically master the shooting essentials, but some comrades have missed the target. This makes me feel a little dissatisfied, because as a member of the musket team, we must be accurate and strive for perfection in every shot."

Cooper's words were a little harsh, but more of a hope for the future. After he finished speaking, he nodded to Link and returned to his original position.

Link took over the conversation and looked at the musketeers in front of him. His voice was gentle but firm: "Just now, your instructor Cooper has summarized the results of your first shooting. I know that for you, this is a brand new attempt, and some mistakes are inevitable. But please remember that failure is not terrible. The important thing is that we must learn lessons from it and keep improving. The musket is a powerful weapon, but it can only exert its greatest power when it is truly in the hands of capable and responsible people. So, I hope that each of you can take every training seriously!"

At this time, the new recruits were also brought to the training ground in an orderly manner. Cooper straightened his back, saluted in a standard military manner, and said in a loud voice: "Report to Lord Link, according to your instructions, all the new recruits have been brought here, please give your instructions!"

Link's eyes were sharp as he glanced at the new recruits in front of him. He then nodded slightly and responded in a steady tone: "Okay, return to the team." Although his voice was not loud, it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Link's eyes fell on the soldiers who had gathered together again. After this period of hard and rigorous training, the immaturity and immaturity on their faces had faded a lot, replaced by perseverance and calmness. However, Link knew that they still lacked the most important thing for a soldier - that is bloodiness! It is a spirit that dares to fight hard on the battlefield and is not afraid of life and death. And such bloodiness cannot be cultivated by simple training, it needs to be forged in real battles through the baptism of blood and fire.

Link looked at the new recruits in front of him, and a sense of responsibility surged in his heart. He straightened his chest, took a deep breath, and then suddenly roared, his voice resounding like thunder throughout the entire training ground: "After this period of training, I believe you have gained a lot of skills! According to my plan, your training is far from enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Link's voice suddenly became low and heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart: "But we don't have much time. I want to tell you something very important now, and I will officially announce it in the city in the next two days!"

The soldiers noticed the change in Link's tone and fell silent, their expressions becoming serious. Except for Cooper who knew the inside story, the soldiers in the musketeers all felt an ominous premonition, as if something big was about to happen.

Link took a deep breath and said slowly: "There is a group of extremely vicious bandits. They are powerful, well-equipped, and cruel. I won't hide it from you. This group of bandits has massacred an entire city, and countless innocent people died tragically in their hands. And their next target is our city of Mislina! They may be at the gates of the city in a few days, and then we will have to face their sharp butcher knives!"

Upon hearing the news, the soldiers were stunned. They looked at each other and talked a lot. The parade ground was in chaos. Link saw this and waved his arm and shouted: "Be quiet! I know you are scared and worried! But I want to tell you that worrying is useless! If our city of Mislina is breached, those bandits will chop our parents! Our wives and children! The good life we have built with great difficulty will be destroyed! Even if we are lucky enough to survive, we will only return to the days of hunger and uncertainty! Do you want this? Can you tolerate your loved ones being bullied?"

152. Arrival

Link's eyes were like sharp swords, glancing across the faces of every soldier, as if he wanted to see through their hearts. His voice became more and more passionate, as if an unstoppable force was boiling in his body: "I can't! I'm a man, I don't understand any big principles! I only know that as a man, I have to protect my home! My family! I can't let them get hurt!"

At this point, Link waved his fist, as if to release all the anger and determination in his heart. His figure seemed particularly tall in the training ground, like an unshakable mountain.

"Do you still remember the invasion not long ago? Why are there always people who want to attack our city of Mislina? Why? Because in their eyes, we are just a piece of fat meat on the table, which they can trample and slaughter at will! We are regarded as the weak, as objects that can be bullied at will!" Link's voice revealed a deep sadness and helplessness, but he quickly adjusted his mood and his tone became excited.

"But what? What was the result? What was the fate of those bastards? They were defeated miserably and eventually died in my hands! Everyone knows what happened afterwards. Our city of Mislina gradually became stronger with our own strength. We no longer have to starve or worry! However, the victory in that battle was largely due to the help of the warriors in golden armor that I brought with me! In the eyes of outsiders, the warriors of our city of Mislina are still so weak, weaklings that can be bullied by anyone! But, do you think you are?"

Link asked the soldiers loudly, his voice shaking people's hearts like thunder. The soldiers were silent, but their fists were clenched and their teeth were clenched tightly, as if they were suppressing the anger and unwillingness in their hearts.

"Tell me! Are you weaklings? Are you trash that can be trampled on at will? Tell me loudly!" Link's voice swept across the entire training ground like a storm.

At this time, Cooper was the first to stand up. He clenched his fists and roared, "No!" Although his voice was hoarse, it was full of strength and determination.

Immediately afterwards, the emotions of the others also exploded instantly: "We are not weak!" "We are not useless!" "We can never watch our wives and children being bullied!" The soldiers' roars came one after another, as if to overturn the entire parade ground.

Link nodded with satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with approval. He shouted, "Yes! We are not weaklings! This time we will use our own strength to let those hungry wolves staring at us see that we are not lambs, not fish to be slaughtered at will! We are tigers that are more fierce than them! We are the warriors of Mislina City! We are the warriors who protect our homeland!"

"In a few days, when those bandits come, we will fight for our city of Mislina. Either they will chop off our heads, or we will pierce their chests. Blood will be our medals. We will be strong men. Strong men that no one dares to bully!" Link's voice sounded in the soldiers' hearts like a war drum, inspiring their fighting spirit and courage.

"Strong! Strong!" The soldiers waved their fists and roared, with determination flashing in their eyes, as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

"Believe me, believe in ourselves! We will create miracles and create legends!" Link's voice rang out again, and his words burned in the soldiers' hearts like flames, igniting the fire of hope in their hearts.

……

After the team was disbanded, Link dragged his tired body back to the City Lord's Mansion. He picked up the tea on the table and drank it all, as if he wanted to swallow all the fatigue and worries into his stomach. Then, he wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and turned to look at Ingrid who was standing quietly beside him.

"How is it, Ingrid, I think my pre-war mobilization just now was okay? My throat is almost hoarse from shouting!" Link said with a smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Ingrid looked at Link with eyes full of admiration and respect. She said excitedly, "Master Link, what you said is so good! I was so excited at that time! Not to mention the new recruits, their eyes were wide open, and they wanted to take out their swords and chop those bandits!"

Link touched his nose awkwardly and smiled, "Actually, I just want to encourage these new recruits. After all, we are going to face a fierce battle, a battle where it's either you or me. And a true warrior will not be able to grow and be reborn without experiencing the baptism of death."

Ingrid was also very aware of the severity of this battle. She said firmly: "Master Link, don't worry! With us here, no one can break into Mislina City! We will never let those bastards set foot in Mislina City!"

Link nodded, walked to the door, and looked out at the night sky with a full moon. He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions. He knew that in this world, if you want to survive, you must rely on absolute strength! Only when you are strong enough that others dare not hit you or bully you, can you live a good and stable life. This battle is not only to protect the city of Mislina, but also to prove their strength and determination.

"We can't do anything about it. In this world, the law of the jungle is the eternal law. Only when we become strong enough can others dare not look down on us or bully us." Link sighed.

Ingrid stood behind Link, her eyes also full of determination. She said: "Lord Link, you are right. As long as we can eliminate these invading bandits, the strength of our city of Mislina will be demonstrated to our northern border and even the entire Seven Shields Alliance. At that time, no one will think that we are a weak city that can be bullied by others!"

"Yes! Only when we beat them and make them afraid, and they are afraid of our strength, will they not dare to bully us again and again!" Link clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with determination. He knew that this battle was not only for survival, but also for dignity and honor.

Ingrid looked at Link's resolute back with admiration in her heart. She knew that Link was a true leader with firm belief and determination, and he would definitely lead them to victory.

Link exhaled and looked up at the sky. The moon was not very round, but it already revealed a sense of tranquility and peace. He said, "In a few days, it will be the full moon night. Then it will be the day for the family to gather together for a reunion dinner."

"Family reunion dinner?" Ingrid asked curiously. She felt a little unfamiliar with the word Link said.

Link turned around, looked at Ingrid and explained, "In my hometown, on the night when the moon is the fullest, the whole family will get together and have a happy meal. This is the reunion dinner. It is one of the most important festivals in our place, symbolizing reunion and happiness."

After listening to Link's explanation, Ingrid's eyes flashed with longing. She said, "So that's how it is... Lord Link's hometown must be very beautiful, right? The customs there are also very interesting."

Link smiled, and a feeling of missing his hometown surged in his heart. He said, "Yes, my hometown is beautiful, and the people there are very kind. I hope that on the full moon night in a few days, every household in Mislina can happily eat and chat together and enjoy a wonderful night."

Ingrid was filled with anticipation when she heard this. She said, "Don't worry, sir. It will definitely work! We will drink together to celebrate and welcome the victory together!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" Link stretched out his hand and shook Ingrid's tightly. There was a firm light in their eyes, as if they had seen the victory and happiness in the future.

"Brother, why did you come all the way to this remote place?" On the hill, the sun shone dappled on the rugged path. A man with a deep scar on his face rode on his slightly thin horse, frowning and looking at the brother leading the way with curiosity. His voice was mixed with confusion, awe, and curiosity about the unknown.

The man on horseback in front of him had a back as tall as a pine tree. Even in this desolate wilderness, he had an extraordinary aura. He seemed to be able to sense his brother's doubts behind him, but he did not answer immediately. He just silently urged his mount and continued to move forward. From a distance, he exuded an indescribable coldness, a murderous aura that only people who had experienced countless life and death and were decisive in killing could possess.

Almost no part of his exposed skin was intact, and it was covered with scars of various sizes. These scars were like the marks of time, recording every battle he had fought in the past. However, compared with these scars, the scar on his left eye was even more shocking. There was only a black hole left in his left eye, as if the eyeball had been dug out by someone, and there were still faint scars around it, which looked extremely terrifying.

Feeling his brother's gaze behind him, the man finally spoke. He reached out and gently touched the wound on his left eye, his voice low and cold: "Haven't you always been curious about how I lost my left eye?" These words seemed to open the floodgates of his memory, bringing his thoughts back to the past that he couldn't bear to recall.

Scarface was shocked when he heard this. He knew that his elder brother was always taciturn, especially when it came to his left eye. He carefully touched his head and said tentatively, "Brother, you have always refused to talk about these things in person, and we dare not ask. However, everyone is actually spreading rumors privately..." At this point, he deliberately stopped, as if waiting for the other party's reaction.

A complex emotion flashed in the other eye of the one-eyed man, including anger, unwillingness, and deep hatred. "This is the shame of my life," he said slowly, his voice low and powerful, "But now I can tell you. You all know that I escaped from the North. In fact, I had my own power in the North at that time, which was not much smaller than it is now."

The man looked up at the familiar sky, as if he could travel through time and space and see his former glory. "My eyes were taken away at that time," he continued, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, "You all call me One-eyed Scorpion now, but in fact my nickname back then was Scorpion, a presence that everyone in this land knew and feared."

"Someone actually dared to attack me, boss. Did you come back to the North just for revenge? Don't worry, my brothers will cut your enemy into pieces!" Scarface said gritting his teeth, waving the scimitar in his hand, his eyes flashing with loyalty to his elder brother and anger towards the enemy.

The one-eyed scorpion laughed coldly at this time, and the laughter was full of chills, which made people shudder. "My enemy is now poisoned and has become a vegetable, but his territory is still there, and his wife and daughter are still there. And this time, I will ask them to pay back the original debt!" His words were full of determination and murderous intent, as if he had seen the moment when his revenge was successful.

The cold killing intent emanated from the one-eyed scorpion, making the air around it seem to freeze. Scarface looked at his boss fearfully. He knew that although his boss only had one eye, he was not ambiguous when it came to killing people. Back then, he led a group of defeated soldiers and made a name for himself. Over the decades, he formed a bandit group of more than a thousand people and roamed the bitter cold land of the North, becoming the nightmare of countless people.

"Boss, that small town we destroyed before, was it also your enemy back then?" Scarface couldn't help but ask curiously. He wanted to know more about his boss and learn about this unknown past.

The one-eyed scorpion curled his lips, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "He was just a piece of trash who took advantage of me back then. This time I came back to let everyone in this land know that I, the one-eyed scorpion, am back. I will let those guys who dared to be my enemy back then taste the knife in my hand!" His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry endless hatred and determination.

Scarface smiled sinisterly when he heard this: "When we destroyed that small town before, we brothers had a good time. This time..." His words were full of anticipation for the upcoming battles and plunder.

"Haha!" The one-eyed scorpion laughed and scolded Scarface with disdain, "Don't I know what you are thinking? But I got intelligence that the city of Mislina was about to be destroyed and didn't even have a decent army. But a while ago, a very powerful adventurer came and rebuilt Mislina City."

Scarface laughed: "Powerful adventurer? How powerful can he be? When the time comes, we will attack directly. I don't believe that there are no girls in the city lord's mansion. Aren't all those lords and nobles like this! Just like the city lord we slaughtered before, his wives, sizzle, I still feel a little sorry when I think about it now. It's a pity to kill him. I should have brought him to play with on the road! Haha!" His laughter was full of vulgarity and cruelty, as if he had regarded those innocent people as his own prey.

"Okay, let's hurry up. We'll rest in that city today. You can do whatever you want." The One-Eyed Scorpion didn't respond to Scarface's words, but said viciously, "I just want to skin the mayor of this city and his wife and daughter alive, and let them taste the pain I endured back then. The rest is up to you!"

His words were full of desire for revenge and cruelty to the enemy, which made the surrounding bandits feel palpitations. However, no one dared to refute him, because they knew that this one-eyed boss was the master of all of them, and it was his strength and wisdom that allowed them to survive in this desolate land.

"Brothers, did you hear me? Hurry up, we are going to have delicious food and fun tonight! Whoever runs slowly may lose everything!" Scarface waved a long whip and shouted to the team behind him, his voice full of excitement and anticipation.

"Oh!" I heard a group of bandits in different clothes behind me, holding up their weapons and cheering. There was a bloodthirsty excitement in their eyes. Some of them even had things like human bones tied around their waists. Those were their past trophies and also a symbol of their cruelty.

From a distance, this bandit group had more than a thousand people. They rode on horses, brandished weapons, and marched forward aggressively. Their momentum even made some monsters around them dare not approach, as if even nature was afraid of their existence.

"Hmm?" The one-eyed scorpion suddenly looked vigilantly towards a small hill in the forest. His intuition told him that something seemed wrong there.

"What's wrong with the boss?" Scarface asked curiously, looking at his boss's sudden reaction. He followed the one-eyed scorpion's gaze, but only saw a lush forest and found nothing unusual.

The one-eyed scorpion pointed at the small hill over there and said, "I have a feeling that I'm being watched. Take some people to that hill over there to see if there's anyone there." His voice was low and firm, and it was obvious that he took this intuition very seriously.

"Boss, you must be overthinking. Who would not stay away from us if they saw us? And you dare to spy on us? Do you think your life is not long enough?" Scarface looked at the hillside in the distance where there was no one, and smiled. He felt that the boss's vigilance was a bit too sensitive. After all, in this desolate land, apart from them, a group of robbers, who else would dare to approach so boldly?

"I'm still worried. Take a few people over there to check it out, quickly!" One-eyed Scorpion stared at Scarface and said, his eyes revealing an unquestionable firmness. He knew that his intuition was always accurate, and this time would be no exception.

Scarface saw the way the One-Eyed Scorpion was staring at him, and he was startled. He quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay, Boss, I'll go right away." He knew that his boss had a bad temper. Once he made a decision, he would never allow anyone to refute it. Moreover, he really didn't dare to go against the One-Eyed Scorpion. Although they were brothers now, some of the brothers had disrespected the One-Eyed Scorpion before, and the One-Eyed Scorpion directly chopped off their limbs and buried them in the pit next to their nest as a warning. When they came out to rob, they saw a man lingering there. The tragic scene still scares him to this day.

"All of you, follow me." Scarface got off his horse and shouted to the bandits behind him. He smiled at the one-eyed scorpion and said, "Boss, I'll go over there. Please wait here for a while." After that, he led his men and slowly walked towards the hillside.

Scarface walked and hummed a little tune, looking quite relaxed. He felt that his mission was unnecessary. After all, in this desolate mountain, how could anyone dare to monitor these bandits? However, he didn't know that just as he was about to reach the hillside, a figure hidden in the bushes was quietly watching their every move.

Soon, Scarface and his group arrived at the hillside. They looked around, but only saw a green bush and trees, no one in sight. "Pah, where is the person? Boss, you are too worried. Let's go back." Seeing this, several men agreed. They also felt that this mission was unnecessary. After all, in this desolate place, who else would dare to show up except for these bandits?

So, several people followed Scarface back to the team. Scarface stepped onto his horse and said to the One-Eyed Scorpion, "There is not even a ghost over there, not to mention a person. You must be worrying too much." His tone was a bit relaxed and teasing, and it was obvious that he did not take this mission seriously.

The one-eyed scorpion thought about it and realized that in such a wild place, how could anyone dare to spy on them? Even if someone saw these bandits, they would have been scared away long ago. If they dared to stay and spy on them, wouldn’t they be wasting their lives? Thinking of this, he waved his whip and continued to move forward: "It seems that I thought too much. Let's go! Go!"

The team behind them also followed the boss, marching forward in a mighty manner. What they didn't know was that just after they disappeared into the wilderness, there was a sudden noise in a pile of weeds behind the hill. A guy covered in green leaves and weeds, wearing a ghillie suit and with camouflage on his face, carefully emerged from the pile. It turned out that he was a scout from Mislina City, specializing in monitoring and detecting the enemy.

The place where he hid was a hidden and deep earth pit surrounded by dense vegetation. In order to hide himself more effectively, he not only tied layers of green leaves and weeds on his body, but also cleverly used the surrounding environment to scatter some dead branches and leaves on the edge of the earth pit to further cover his figure and make himself seem to be integrated with nature.

However, the crisis was not completely resolved. If the scarred robber with a face full of flesh and sharp eyes had taken a few steps forward, or had slightly turned his eyes, he might have discovered his hiding place. Thinking of this, his heartbeat accelerated, but fortunately, the robber team did not stop and continued to move forward.

"The concealment and camouflage methods that Master Link taught me really came in handy at the critical moment." He was secretly thankful in his heart, "It's a miracle that they didn't even notice me at such a close distance."

Whoosh! The sound of the wind blowing through the woods rang in his ears. He carefully poked his head out and scanned the surroundings with a vigilant look. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the bandit group completely disappeared from his sight. Thinking back to the scene just now, he was still frightened. The bandit leader's sharpness and cunning were beyond his imagination. He just glanced at them secretly, and the other party noticed something was wrong.

"If I hadn't prepared so well in advance, listened carefully to Lord Link's teachings, trained diligently, and hadn't had this little bit of luck today, I might have really failed here." He sighed in his heart.

Thinking of this, he did not dare to delay for a moment, and quickly took off his disguise, removed the green leaves and weeds one by one, and restored his original appearance. What he had to do now was to rush back to Mislina City as soon as possible and pass on this important information to Lord Link.

He quickly packed his bag, set off on his journey, and ran along a path he knew well. In order to save time, he kept taking shortcuts, passing through dense woods and rugged mountain roads. He had only one thought in mind: he must get back before the bandits reached Mislina.

He clearly remembered that Lord Link had specifically instructed that as long as they could get back to report the information three hours before the robbers arrived, they would have won half the battle. Because they could not use conspicuous methods such as smoke to convey information in order to avoid disturbing the robbers, they could only rely on their familiarity with the terrain and their own speed to buy time.

He knew that he had a great responsibility, so he ran even harder. Even though his hands were scratched by the thorns of the vines, he didn't care at all, he just clenched his fists tightly to prevent the blood from dripping. His heart was filled with longing for his family and expectations for the future, and these forces drove him forward and rushed towards the city of Mislina.

153. Incoming

Link stood on the north gate, his figure as tall as a pine tree. In the past two days, he would walk around the city wall from time to time, his eyes as sharp as torches, scanning the surrounding movements. The rest of the time, he would go back to check the training of the new recruits to see if they could meet the standards for fighting in battle; or check the progress of the production of muskets to ensure that each weapon could exert its maximum power at the critical moment. He rarely returned to the city lord's mansion, because although it was comfortable there, it made him feel an inexplicable restraint. Only on this city wall could he feel the freedom and responsibility that belonged to a soldier.

Because he didn't know when the bandits would come, Link was always worried. He knew that these bandits were cunning and powerful. If they were allowed to break through the city wall, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, he could only walk around here for a while and pay attention to every possible movement to ensure that he could respond immediately when the enemy attacked.

Not only him, but under his orders, all the soldiers in the city have been on alert for the past two days, ready for battle. They are wearing armor, holding weapons, and their eyes reveal determination and resoluteness. They know that this is a battle of life and death, and there is no room for negligence.

"Master Link, you have nothing to do these two days but come to the city wall. You must be very tired. Why don't you go down and have a rest? It will be bad if you tire yourself out." Cooper, who was wearing armor, advised. He looked at Link's slightly tired face and was filled with worry.

Link waved his hand and said firmly: "Don't worry about me. The soldiers are all here to defend. How can I go down to rest? I am the guardian of this city. I must stand at the forefront and face the possible crisis with everyone."

"But..." Cooper wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Link. He knew that Cooper had good intentions, but he was more aware of his responsibilities and mission.