"Raul, how did you know it would rain today?"

"The sky is full of clouds, and the ground is drenched. Haven't you heard?" - Now even if I say I can't do magic, no one would believe me.

The sun set once again, and there was nothing different about it. The people placed in the werewolf village brought us food and a lively atmosphere. Everyone began to celebrate the achievement of annihilating two thousand Xiaqiang soldiers. It was indeed worth celebrating, after all, we "commoners" had defeated the elite forces of the kingdom.

ShaSha and I relaxed by the campfire, filling our stomachs.

Wolfrang and the orc lord boasted to each other about how many border troops they had killed. I don't think any species that can fight werewolves in the jungle has appeared in this world yet. There were some casualties on the orc side, but it didn't exceed double digits.

My wife started smoking more frequently. I didn't have the authority to ask her to stop this harmful behavior, and gradually, we began to smoke together. Perhaps many people think smoking is very manly, or that men become cold and cool when they smoke. However, as a smoker with six years of experience, I can responsibly guarantee that smoking is not cool at all. Constantly inhaling carbon monoxide and nicotine is just a gentle way of torturing oneself and finding solace in it.

When meeting with my otaku friends, they always ask me why I smoke, and I jokingly explain that I might be a masochist.

"I'm going to find your sister later."

"Okay."

"Are you cold?"

"No, it's fine."

"Wear the coat I bought for you tomorrow."

"Okay."

ShaSha looked ahead and handed me the cigarette butt. I smiled, pinched it with my fingers, and flicked it into the campfire.

One Medusa died. There were fourteen Medusas before, now there were only thirteen, and one of them was disabled.

I walked into Aunt's camp and counted each tail. I couldn't believe it, but she was already dead. The remaining sisters also had injuries. My younger sister-in-law was lying on the ground, squinting at me.

"From now on, without my orders, none of the Medusas should engage in battle."

"Who do you think you are?"

Aunt stood up, but her tone wasn't provocative.

"I know I'm selfish."

"Hmm."

"Promise me."

"Is our lives so precious to you?"

"Don't ask such simple questions."

The number of Medusas couldn't be reduced anymore. I wouldn't allow this kind of monster to disappear.

Just to make them understand that they are unique in the world, I stupidly gave each Medusa a name. Names were not important to Medusas. They didn't care if they were called Lǐgǒudàn'er or Wáng'èrmazǐ. All they cared about was whether they could have a full meal tomorrow and sleep by the warm fire today. I couldn't make every Medusa like ShaSha, but no matter what, they were still my family.

Considering that Aunt agreed to my request, I didn't stay any longer and left for the affairs of the allied forces. In those days, there were no cell phones, so we often had to notify each other about the arrangements for the next day. According to the plan, after tomorrow's battle, the vanguard army would be completely defeated. As I was contemplating how to explain the tactics to the orc lord, we bumped into the vampire who had just woken up.

"Oh, Raul, good evening~"

"Don't tell me you just woke up."

"I just woke up. What's going on?"

"Everyone was fighting like crazy during the day, and you just slept the whole day?!"

"Well, I'm a day sleeper, and I come out at night to do things~"

"Things~ things~ What things? Speak properly."

"I'm here to help you, not others."

With the vampire acting cute and showing off her shark teeth, I felt chills all over my body.

"Bloodsucker, do you want to fight again?"

My wife probably wasn't jealous. She was annoyed because I got sucked blood again.

"I don't want to fight with you."

"And you don't dare to fight either."

"Alright, since you're awake, let's get some work done."

"What do you need me to do, my hero?"

"Make those guys in the kingdom have a sleepless night~"

That night, we held a small meeting and planned the attack for the next day. As for the vampire, I had no idea what kind of trouble she caused in the vanguard camp. In the end, the army priests had to take turns keeping watch, using gemstones to detect monsters and ensure the soldiers could rest safely.

Familiar coldness, but this year it came with even more intensity. The tent was not as warm as a cave, and my wife was awakened by the cold. She hugged me tightly until I couldn't move due to the cold, and I woke up from a nightmare. With the sky still dimly lit, I reached into my pocket and felt my pocket watch. It was 5:23 in the early morning.

Only two rains were needed to turn autumn into winter, and the first rain had arrived. The raindrops on the waterproof canvas of the tent warned by tapping, and I suddenly saw the white mist exhaling from my mouth. The fingertips that were warm just now had already become numb from the cold.

This autumn rain came too abruptly...

Sasa trembled slightly and grabbed my hand, staring at my face intently.

"Husband, why do I feel that you're not warm anymore..."

"Because it's too cold."

Other than holding her tightly, I didn't want to do anything else.

"It's raining today."

"Yeah, today we can win against those soldiers."

"Don't go and fight, let Wolfrang go, stay by my side."

"No, I have to go."

"Then hug me now."

"There's not enough time."

My wife touched her lips against the tip of my nose. Although I couldn't tell if her lips were still as cold as before, I could confirm that she was really in pain. I knew, she seemed to think that I would be in danger today.

"Is this warm enough?"

Using the tip of my tongue, I delicately licked her lips over and over again, trying to make her feel less cold by pouring all my blood into her body. The strength of her tail was as rough as when we first met, and the old scar on my thigh started to ache faintly. We kept kissing until Wolfrang coughed a few times outside the tent.

"Continue when I come back."

"Mhmm."

I didn't bring Sasa with me because this cold weather was very unfavorable for the Medusa operation, and Sasa knew that too. The orcs kept drinking to keep warm, and the fur of the werewolves had already become wet. Wolfrang wanted to hold an umbrella for me, but I gestured that I could handle it myself. Umbrellas were not luxurious items, but they had complex crafting techniques and low production, and we didn't pay much attention to them like the nobles in the kingdom, so the demand was not high. Except for Leya, Wolfrang, Simmon, and a few others who had umbrellas, the rest of the people didn't have any.

The orc lord was very surprised that I could predict today's rain, and I gave him a simple explanation. I saw the hook-shaped clouds in the sky yesterday, so I judged that there was a high probability of rain today. As for Wolfrang, he just listened quietly on the side. It seemed that he was already used to my various "magical" abilities.

"Why choose to attack on a rainy day? And you said we would definitely win today."

Facing the still puzzled orc lord, I casually picked up a rifle, loaded it with ammunition, and aimed and fired into the distance. The flint hit the iron without even producing a spark, let alone igniting the damp gunpowder. This level of rain was simply a nightmare for flintlock guns. Once the vanguard lost their main weapon, they only had the option of fighting hand-to-hand with us. Wasn't it because of the rainy weather that the Eight-Nation Alliance was defeated by the Boxers?

As for the remaining one thousand Xia guns and the few accompanying priests, I don't believe they can defy the odds.

At exactly seven o'clock, werewolves and orcs launched an assault on the vanguard positions.

Actually, I could have had them flanked from both sides of the forest, but this battle had to break the morale of the vanguard army. I had to let them experience firsthand the roar of the orcs and the whispers of the werewolves.

The sight of nearly a thousand monsters running madly in the rain-soaked southern plains was not as impactful as the special effects of a blockbuster movie. I stood under a patched-up umbrella, watching the agile silhouette of the werewolf fade into the distance. The seven hundred meters distance seemed as close as seven centimeters at times, and as far as seventy thousand meters at others.

I took a step forward, personally measuring the distance to victory.

Gray later said that I looked small as I walked alone in the rain, but it seemed like I was shining.

The sound of cannons sporadically echoed, which was an anticipated circumstance. The kingdom's wizards could also use instant boil spells to ignite the fuses of the cannons. But it was nothing to be feared because this rain would repeatedly extinguish their victorious flames.

The sound of gunfire was like microwave-heated bacon, with a muffled blast every few seconds. Even if the wet gunpowder was ignited, it couldn't burn completely, significantly reducing the power of the guns.

Continuing to step on the soft, wet ground, the two handguns on my waist stayed dry, ready to fire at any moment. If you're not convinced, let every one of your soldiers be equipped with an umbrella~

What is justice? Within the range of Raul's dual pistols is justice.

What is truth? Wherever Sasha's arrows reach is the truth.

The werewolves took the initiative to engage, and the fleeting purple and blue light in the rain and fog were symbols of magic. A slight worry about Wolfrang also flashed through my mind... Don't be foolish, that's Wolfrang.

The orc army faced the last one thousand Sunset Cavalry, and it was unclear how this group of battle-crazed warriors managed to break the cavalry formation, perhaps through blunt javelins...

I once considered if I could exchange the lives of fourteen thousand people for a compromise from the kingdom, I wouldn't have to continue fighting against the remaining over thirty thousand troops. But this ending was not the best, what I wanted was the overthrow of the kingdom.

Speaking of sacrifices, I remembered a classic question my good friend asked me before I came to this world, from "Fate/Zero", the one where five hundred people were divided into two ships. Should you save three hundred people or two hundred people?

My answer was, "However, I don't know how to repair ships."

"What if you knew?"

"The problem is I really don't know. If I knew how to repair ships, why would I still be here?"

"It's just a hypothetical question."

"No, precisely because it's a hypothetical question, any answer would be irresponsible. Even if one day you learned how to repair ships, you still wouldn't be able to answer because whether it's two hundred or three hundred, they are all lives. The underlying meaning of your question is to know which group of people on the ship I want to survive, so let me ask you, which group of people on the ship should die?"

My comrade remained silent, as I excelled at distorting the crux of the problem and then counterattacking swiftly.

But this time, the situation is different. What I am doing is not about saving two or three hundred people, nor is it about humanity and redemption.

I just feel that we should not die, and I want those who want us dead to know that we shouldn't die at their hands.