Victor is lying on the hospital bed. He was naked with his upper body. A white bandage slanted through his left shoulder and tied it around his waist. Bandages were also wrapped around his legs and arms, some of which had been dyed red by the bleeding blood.


    Victor''s face was pale, and his beautiful beard lost its luster. In fact, Victor''s condition has been unstable since he was injured and unconscious. He occasionally convulses violently, and his wound will burst.


    "Captain Chechen, thank you for coming to see our captain." a veteran with a yellow and white goatee said to Chechen. The veteran is the head chef of the infantry. His name is Walter. He is a Prussian. Walter was also a mercenary, but he was unlucky. Like most mercenaries, he was a big soldier all his life. Seeing that he was old and weak to retire, Victor left him in the infantry team. Walter had a bowl of broth in his hand. The comatose couldn''t eat anything. He had to drink broth to maintain nutrition.


    "Don''t say that, Walter Victor is my elder. He is so badly hurt now. I should come and see him in both emotion and reason." Chechen said with some embarrassment. If it hadn''t been for Pedro''s warning today, he hadn''t realized that he would come to see Victor''s injury so soon.


    At six o''clock in the evening, Pedro, zepesh and algerdas went to Lida fort to attend the Grand Admiral''s celebration banquet. Almost all the officers in the barracks went. The soldiers left behind had no control, and they all ran to the army market to enjoy themselves. The merchants and warblers there knew that the war was over. I''m afraid tonight was their last day of business. They all worked hard to sell wine and flesh. The noise from the market even exceeded the salute of Fort Lida.


    The relative camp was much deserted, and there was only a small group of people in each camp. These people either spent the last Taylor in their pockets before the war was won, or were injured in the war and had to stay in the camp.


    Chechen looked at Victor in a coma again. He asked Walter, "Walter, the doctor said Victor, does he still have hope of recovery?"


    Walter shook his head. He sat at the other end of the hospital bed, put the bowl of broth on an empty chair, and then lifted Victor''s body a little.


    "The doctor said he had used the best medicine. Maybe he can''t wake up and see his willpower."


    Hearing what Walter said, Chechen was a little sad. He recalled Victor''s saying that he would retire when the war was over, and then took Mrs. kolf (who might have been victor at that time) back to his hometown in Spain. His words were still in his ears, but Victor might never wake up again.


    "You can''t imagine how sad I was when I left Havana, my lovely hometown.


    The sky is floating with bright seven color rosy clouds, and my beloved girl is leaning against me;


    Dear, I would like to go to the ocean with you and fly freely on the sea like a dove;


    Ride the wind and waves on the sea with your sails. You love me like a little pigeon.


    Dear little pigeon, please come to me,


    We flew across the blue ocean to distant places.


    When I return to my hometown Havana, you are singing and waiting for me on the shore;


    Mother, how I miss you in a foreign land, singing this parting song every day and night;


    Dear, I would like to sail with you and fly freely on the sea like a dove.


    Ride the wind and waves on the sea with your sails. You love me like a little pigeon.


    Dear little pigeon, please come to me,


    We flew over the blue ocean to distant places. "


    Cherchen hummed the folk song of his hometown silently. He hoped Victor could hear it and fly back to Spain like a little pigeon.


    After a song, silence returned to the tent. For a long time, there was only the sound of Walter''s spoon hitting the bowl.


    "Is commander Chechen there?"


    At this time, a voice came in from outside the tent. Before Cherchen answered, a man opened the curtain and came in.


    The man had long brown hair with a shawl. He was in his forties and wore a half breastplate. He was tall and straight, and his bare bronze hands were as strong as steel.


    After entering the tent, the soldier glanced at the three people, and his eyes soon stopped on Chechen.


    "Are you head Chechen?" the man asked.


    Chechen stood up from the edge of the bed.


    "Yes, I''m aleval Chechen," Chechen replied.


    The soldier introduced himself: "my name is Carlson, and I serve under Marshal Brauer wickensburg. I have been ordered by Marshal Chechen to ask you to go to Lida fort."


    "What''s the matter?" Chechen asked. He remembered that he had already asked him not to go to the banquet, but now the marshal sent someone to invite him. There must be something else.


    "I don''t know. I''ve just been ordered to invite you to Fort lidar," Carlson replied quietly.


    Knowing that there was nothing to ask from Carlson, Cherchen nodded. Although he didn''t want to go to lidar fort, which was stained with blood, Brauer Williamsburg ordered people to call him. He had to go if he didn''t want to, or he would disobey the military order.


    Go out of the tent and look at the sky. It''s a fine day tonight. There are stars in the night sky. The camp was lifeless, and the brightest place was on both sides of the camp, which was like the day set off by the fire. A Colson''s entourage led two horses. After getting on the horse, Cherchen and Colson went in the direction of Lida fort.


    Along the way, Chechen chatted with Colson. Colson was obviously a talkative man. He talked to Cherchen about everything except the reason why the marshal asked Cherchen to go to Lida fort. By the time he arrived at Lida castle, Cherchen had already got a general idea of Colson''s life. These were not asked by Chechen, but by Colson himself.


    Colson participated in the battle of yankov. In that battle, Colson defeated the best Germanic Legion under general Lennart tolstensson, which was also his most glorious and happy moment. It was also because of this merit that general Lennart tolstensson recommended him to braue wickensburg. Soon after entering the Marshal''s command, he took part in the battle of Fort lidar.


    In the chat, Chechen felt that Colson''s memory didn''t seem so good. After he said the same thing to Chechen, he said it again soon after.


    "Colson, we seem to be here."


    When Colson wanted to tell his service experience for the third time, Cherchen interrupted Colson.


    In front of the ruined gate of Lida fort, two Swedish soldiers with halberds stood around.