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At the moment when Mario arrived at the eastern outpost, the sun was already high in the sky, casting down scorching sunlight that illuminated his magnificent warhorse and armor. He rode on that spirited horse, with a standard-bearer standing behind him, holding high the flag symbolizing the majesty of the Mushroom Kingdom, as if to tell everyone witnessing this moment that the king had arrived.
Mario's arrival, like the calm before a storm, instantly froze the atmosphere of the entire outpost. Upon seeing Mario, the soldiers on the road all stopped in their tracks, kneeling respectfully on the ground, their eyes lowered, not daring to meet his god-like majesty. Although Mario didn't show much expression on his face, that composed and calm demeanor made people feel an inviolable dignity, like a deity descending to the mortal realm in ancient myths. Without needing to speak, his mere presence was enough to command reverence.
When Mario slowly rode his horse through, every soldier's heart was filled with respect and awe. Their king, their leader, advanced steadily in the golden sunlight, exuding unparalleled dignity and power. At that moment, no one dared to make a sound, and the entire outpost was bathed in a solemn and sacred atmosphere. Only the sound of Mario's horse hooves echoed in the silence, heralding the arrival of a new era.
As Mario's warhorse slowly approached, Luigi couldn't wait and ran out of the outpost, his face flushed with excitement, as if from the hurried run or perhaps from seeing his brother's excitement. Arriving in an open space, Luigi knelt down in an almost worshipful manner, waiting for Mario to approach. The sunlight cast long shadows on him, freezing the moment that seemed to capture Luigi's deep respect and reliance on Mario.
Mario's warhorse slowly came to a stop in front of Luigi. This majestic and imposing warhorse seemed to sense the special atmosphere, standing quietly without any unease or restlessness. Luigi carefully moved his body to approach the horse, tightly gripping the saddle with both hands to help his brother dismount lightly. This simple action carried a deep brotherly bond, their unspoken understanding and rapport palpable.
When Mario stood firmly on the ground, Luigi not only did not immediately stand up, but instead bowed even more respectfully, gently kissing the back of Mario's hand. This kiss was not only a submission to power, but also a sign of respect and affection for their blood ties. In this moment, without the need for many words, their profound emotions were expressed to the fullest in this simple gesture.
Mario looked at Luigi kneeling in front of him, a hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination and calmness. He gently lifted Luigi up, and the two brothers smiled at each other. In that look, there was a trust and reliance that belonged only to them, irreplaceable.
As Mario helped Luigi stand, his eyes were full of appreciation and expectation for his brother's work. He asked softly, "How's the reconstruction of the outpost? It's progressing quite fast. Did the reconnaissance team bring back any new information?"
Luigi's smile is like a flower blooming in spring, bright and full of vitality. He replied, "The reconnaissance team is on their way back, brother. I've already instructed them to speed up, but it seems they encountered some minor obstacles during the mission, so their return is slightly slower than expected."
Mario slightly furrowed his brow at this response, but quickly adjusted his mood, gently patting Luigi's shoulder and saying, "It's okay, we have plenty of time. The important thing is to ensure that every step is taken steadily and not to let any details slip through."
Luigi nodded, his expression revealing infinite admiration for his brother and a steadfast belief in the impending battle. Mario and Luigi stood in the square of the outpost, as if in the calm before the storm, heralding the imminent onset of an earth-shattering battle.
When Mario's nose twitched slightly, he seemed to catch a strange, foul smell, furrowing his brow and appearing somewhat displeased. He turned to Luigi and asked in confusion, "What's that smell? Luigi, did you cause this?"
Luigi's face quickly flushed with embarrassment, and he stammered, "Bro, I'm really sorry... I got a little carried away just now."
Mario had a serious expression tinged with a hint of helplessness as he said to Luigi, "This is not good, Luigi. We need to maintain a certain image and discipline at all times. Don't let this kind of thing happen again, understand?"
Luigi lowered his head in shame and responded softly, "I understand, bro. I will be more careful in the future."
This conversation sounded particularly loud in the quiet of the outpost. Mario's reprimand was not so much about being truly dissatisfied with Luigi, but more about his concern and reminder to his younger brother, hoping that he could remain calm and cautious in future battles.
Just as Mario was about to further lecture Luigi, a sudden rush of hoofbeats from a distance shattered the tranquility of the outpost. From the direction of the front line, a reconnaissance unit hurriedly returned, their panicked expressions and disheveled gear immediately catching the attention of Mario and Luigi.
Even more shocking was the fact that the squad, originally composed of seven members, now only had four remaining, each person's face filled with fear and disbelief. Their eyes darted around as if they had just experienced unspeakable horror.
Luigi furrowed his brow tightly and walked steadily towards the scouts. He asked in a deep voice, "What's going on? Why have only a few of you returned?"
The scouts looked at each other, seeming hesitant to speak. Finally, a soldier who appeared slightly calmer began to speak hesitantly, "Sir, we... we encountered an unbelievable phenomenon on the front lines. The ground... the ground suddenly cracked open and swallowed our comrades, like a bottomless pit. We couldn't explain it, couldn't resist it, and could only watch helplessly as they disappeared before our eyes..."
Hearing these descriptions, Mario's face also turned pale. They all realized that this war might be far more complex and dangerous than they had expected.
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