Chapter 33 The Storm Before the Thirty-Third War
"That's only possible if I get out of here alive." De Leon replied calmly, but his eyes were full of determination.
"Forget it, this is your own business, I have no right to interfere. But I still advise you to leave here quickly. Tell me what you want from me." The black shadow did not dwell on this issue too much and went straight to the point. His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.
"I want you to find a way to transfer some people here." De Leon didn't waste any words.
"What? De Leon, are you kidding! You want the half-bloods to join this battle? With your current reputation, there is no way for them to violate the Abrahamic Covenant and get involved in this mess, let alone me." The shadow man widened his eyes in surprise. Although he was hiding in the darkness, De Leon could still feel his surprised expression.
"They are not half-bloods, just some ordinary soldiers. I know you have some leverage over the French high-ranking officials." De Leon continued, his tone calm and firm.
"Are you really planning to stay here? I advise you to leave quickly." The shadow man looked at De Leon with increasingly weird eyes, as if he was looking at a madman who was about to step into the abyss.
"So, Prussia is really going to attack?" De Leon heard the meaning of his words and frowned slightly.
The shadow paced back and forth in front of De Leon, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the room, like an invisible hand tapping gently on his heart. After thinking for a long time, he told De Leon the news he knew.
"The Elders Council recently assigned me a task, which is to reveal the layout of the Verdun front to Prussia. Otherwise, why would I rush here just after receiving your message? So De Leon, hurry up, you will only die if you stay here." There was a hint of helplessness and pleading in the shadow's voice.
De Leon did not speak, but just looked at the shadowy figure silently. His gaze was as deep as the ocean, as if he wanted to see through the shadowy figure's face hidden in the darkness.
"Why? Derian, why do you have to stay here and die? I don't remember that the famous fire demon who killed people without blinking an eye was also a patriot?" The shadow man asked angrily, with deep confusion in his tone.
"I have been a member of parliament in Verdun for decades. My home is here and my wife's grave is here. I will never let them trample on all of this." De Leon's tone was calm and firm, as if this was a decision that had been made long ago.
“So in the final analysis it’s all because of that woman? De Leon, if you hadn’t married that ordinary woman back then, but stayed in the Elder Council and married a half-blood, with your strength and talent, you would definitely be the core of the Elder Council now. Maybe you would have even completed the path to becoming a god, instead of waiting here to die with this body corroded by dragon blood!” The shadow man really couldn’t understand De Leon’s thoughts, and his voice was filled with anger.
"You're right. All I can do now with my body corroded by dragon blood is to wait for death. But since I'm going to die anyway, why not die here? At least my home is here." De Leon's tone was still so calm, but his eyes flashed with unshakable determination.
"I understand... but I can only transfer two battalions to you at most. I will also pass some false information about the layout of Verdun to Prussia. From now on, our relationship ends here. Finally, my old friend De Leon, I wish you good luck." After saying these words, the shadow man suddenly disappeared, as if he had never existed.
After the shadow disappeared, De Leon took out a pocket watch from his pocket, which contained a photo of a beautiful woman. The photo had turned slightly yellow, but the woman's smile was still as warm as ever.
"Don't worry, Vanya, I will protect this place." De Leon gently stroked the cheek of the beautiful woman in the photo, his tone gentle but firm.
The shadow man did what he said, and soon two fully armed chasseur battalions arrived at Verdun. De Leon personally led the two chasseur battalions to the Corre Woods to set up camp.
The Forest of Corre is about two miles long and half a mile wide, running northeast-southwest on top of a small but strategically located plateau. In 2, this was the middle of the first outer defense line of Verdun on the right bank of the Meuse River, so the defense area of Déion was the top priority of the French defense system.
The other soldiers in Verdun seemed to sense the tense situation as well, and began to prepare for the fortifications that they had previously been too lazy to dig, but it seemed like it was too late.
On the other side, Lu Mingfei and his team had already dug a tunnel. They hid in the tunnel waiting for the commander of this battle, the Crown Prince of Prussia, to give the order to attack.
On the night of February 2, Lu Mingfei and his men were fully armed and waiting for orders, but as time passed, the order still did not come.
When it was almost dawn, the messenger finally arrived, but Lu Mingfei and his men did not receive the order to attack, but instead received the news that the attack was delayed.
"What's going on?" Lu Mingfei looked at Xier who brought back the order, with a frown on his face.
"Mr. Corporal, you don't know that it's snowing outside. It's snowing heavily." Xier rubbed himself. It suddenly snowed outside and the temperature dropped a lot. The clothes on his body could not withstand the sudden cold.
"That's good, isn't it? This way we can get shot outside a day later." Kaczynski said nonchalantly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.
Lu Mingfei climbed out of the tunnel and looked outside. Heavy snow was falling from the sky, dyeing the ground white. Soon he retreated back into the tunnel. The sudden drop in temperature made him unbearable. The tunnel was not ventilated and there were many people, so the temperature was much higher than outside. However, you can imagine the smell inside.
"Looks like we can take a good day off and play some cards," Paul suggested. It was too cold outside and there was nothing they could do except play cards.
The attack was delayed for 24 hours, and on February 2, Lu Mingfei and his men still had not received the order to attack. The snow was still falling outside, and it was getting heavier, and the weather was getting colder.
"When will this damn snow stop!" Kaczynski was shivering from the cold, holding his hands to his chest, hoping that this would keep him warm.
The temperature continued to drop, and the tunnel was no longer warm. They all didn't sleep well yesterday. The tunnel was too narrow and could only accommodate a few people at the same time. If they wanted to sleep more comfortably, they could only go through the wind and snow to the camp ten kilometers away.
But Lu Mingfei and the others felt that they would be frozen to death halfway through the journey.
"If the snow doesn't stop, we will have to stay in this tunnel forever." Kropp said with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"How much food do you have left?" Lu Mingfei took out a piece of black bread as hard as a rock from his backpack and started chewing it. His teeth were almost numb from the shock.
"There's still some bread, but if they don't bring something else, I'm going to have trouble pooping," Paul complained, his voice full of resentment. In this way, another day passed, the snow stopped, but a thick fog rose again. The artillery couldn't see the target clearly in such a foggy day, and their attack plan was delayed again.
"Damn it! Are we going to fight or not? If not, let us go home!" Paul complained. He really didn't want to stay in this tunnel anymore and even began to look forward to the day of attack.
Others were not feeling well either. They had been in this tunnel for three whole days, and none of them had a good rest. Moreover, the tunnel was too narrow, and they couldn't even stand up straight. Everyone felt that their bodies were about to rust.
"Look at it from a bright side, at least the snow has stopped, right?" Kaczynski said, trying to boost everyone's morale, but his tone could not hide his fatigue.
They leaned against the wall of the tunnel, so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats. The air was filled with sweat, dirt, and the body odor of not having showered for a long time, which was almost suffocating.
"I really hope I can take a hot bath and have a good sleep in a comfortable bed." Xier murmured, her eyes full of desire for warmth and comfort.
"We all hope so." Lu Mingfei sighed, leaned against the wall of the tunnel, closed his eyes, and tried to relax himself.
"Now that the snow has stopped, I'll see if I can get some food from the camp." Kaczynski bent over and walked out of the tunnel, but he retreated before he had gone far.
"What kind of horrible weather is this? It's raining heavily!" Kaczynski was soaked like a drowned rat just after going out for a while.
Everyone was a little dejected when they saw Kaczynski coming back, but they soon became energetic because the rain outside poured in through the entrance of the tunnel.
"Fuck! Seal the hole!"
"Are you stupid? If you block our way, we'll all be suffocated to death!"
"If we don't block it, we'll all drown!"
"Stop making noise, get the water out! It's up to my ankles!"
"What can we use? We don't even have a basin!"
"Get the helmet!"
Amidst the chaos, Lu Mingfei and his companions scooped water out with their helmets as rain poured into the tunnel.
An unknown amount of time had passed before the rain stopped pouring in from outside, but the water in the tunnel still reached their calves. They sat exhausted in the water, unable to even lift a finger.
"I think the goddess of fate must be favoring Verdun. I have a feeling that we will lose this war." Kropp leaned against the wall of the tunnel and said weakly.
"If this continues for a few more days, we won't even have the strength to run and will just be targets for others to shoot at." Paul said weakly.
"We've been soaking in water for so long now, you'd better pray that you don't get sick later, otherwise we'll die in this pit before we get shot on the battlefield."
This situation of windy, snowy and heavy rain continued for several days, and the sky finally cleared up.
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