The town of Singid is located in the border area of the original Kalk Kingdom, and because of its proximity to the 100,000 mountains, it has become an important border town of the Kalk Kingdom. Amenities such as taverns and inns are available.

However, after the Battle of Shiko three months earlier, this prosperous town, which was only guarded by militia, fell completely to the iron hooves of the Third Army in just two hours.

A day and a night of unrestrained plundering left this frontier town in shambles.

This is a baptism of war.

As Rog walked along the side of the town's roads, they could still see knife marks on the messy streets and uncleaned maroon blood spots on the walls on both sides. As the initiator, Rogge and the others didn't feel anything.

The plunder that followed the war was their way of venting their frustration and fear. It was an of their victory.

Homeless beggars were everywhere on the streets, and they looked at the group with frightened and panicked eyes, although Rogge and the others were dressed in civilian clothes, but the standard of clothing and the atmosphere that did not belong to the town betrayed them.

These are the people who robbed them of their property and burned their houses to charred.

War always destroys something.

Although the townsfolk didn't care if they belonged to the Kingdom of Kalk or Garno, they were still terrified of the soldiers who had invaded their town a few months earlier.

The officials in the town were beheaded and their homes were raided, and the gentry were robbed clean, and their homes were almost ruined.

This is the cruelty of war, and it is the sorrow of the weak.

The Oasis Tavern was not far from where they were stationed, and in a few moments Kung Fu Rog and his party arrived at the tavern, where a heavy smell of sweat and noise came to their faces, as one of the few entertainment facilities left in the town of Sinjid, it was frequented by the soldiers of the barracks.

After seeing many familiar faces, Rogge smiled and nodded to greet each other, and many people showed a close attitude, after all, as a cronie of the real power squadron leader and the squad leader who was about to be promoted, not many people wanted to offend him. Rogge's reputation in the battalion was high, which was one of the reasons why he was sure to be promoted to the squadron.

There weren't many people in the tavern who had a higher rank than Rogge, and those first-class soldiers rarely came to this kind of place, and most of them were like Rogge's team, who came to drink and brag and chat and connect with each other.

A few people stood still, just trying to find a table to sit down.

Neville suddenly leaned into Rog's ear and whispered, "Boss, it's that little cub from Duroc. ”

Rogge looked at it, and sure enough, Young Master Duroc, who had robbed him of his position, was sitting in a slightly quiet corner, and at this time he also saw Rogge obviously, and he smiled and raised a glass of wine to toast him, as if welcoming his arrival.

Rogge motioned for his men to sit down first, picked up his wine glass, and walked towards Duroc.

The tavern was obviously a lot quieter, and everyone knew more or less about the grievances of these two. The GIs who like to be boisterous are looking forward to some sparks.

"Duroc Commander Yaxing today, congratulations on your recent promotion!" Rog smiled, toasted first, and couldn't see the slightest abnormality, Duroc is now his commander, and he is not a first-class soldier that Rogge can offend, it is impossible to rub it, at least not on the surface.

"Haha, thank you, Captain Rogge is just one step away. ”

Duroc drank dry and stared at Rogge with interest, a captain he hadn't seen many times while he was a little younger, but he had heard a lot of news, and he had great prestige in the barracks.

He did feel a little guilty about stealing Rogge's position, but he didn't take it to heart, he reached the age where he could practice a few months ago, but unfortunately he missed his military merits. The battle of Shike City three months ago was a good opportunity, but unfortunately the siege battle was too cruel, my father didn't dare to let him participate, and I found a way to stuff it into logistics, but I didn't expect a squad leader to shine in Shike City, which made my father give up his old face and ask for a vacancy for a first-class soldier to him.

He inquired in advance, Rogge was just a civilian, and the captain of the Mark squadron in the background did not defect to any forces, so he had no pressure to rob him.

Today, I finally took my cousin out for a drink, his cousin is a middle-level martial artist, and he begged his father for a long time before agreeing to transfer him to protect his safety, and guide him to practice by the way. He didn't expect to meet Rogge in the tavern, but he was satisfied with Rogge's closeness to him.

It's an interesting person, Young Master Duroc thinks so, at least on the surface, and he doesn't care what Rogge thinks in his heart. A civilian, what kind of storm can be stirred?

"Then it's up to Young Master Duroc to get promoted. Rogge complimented. Duroc, who was already the squadron leader, did have some right to recommend the appointment of officers in the battalion.

"Captain Rogge, don't worry, instructions have been given in the promotion camp about you, so wait for the good news with peace of mind!"

Regarding Rogge's promotion, it is already a certainty, and Duroc is just taking the opportunity to sell his favor, after all, the military merits are there, and this time the intervention of the deputy regiment commander has caused many people to be dissatisfied.

The two toasted each other a few glasses and chatted a few words, and then Rogge confessed and left temporarily, after all, a group of people under his hand were waiting for him.

As for the cousin who drank with Duroc, he sat quietly on the side and did not interject. Rogge looked at it twice, the middle-aged man in his forties, about the same age as Uncle Mark, brought him more oppression than Uncle Mark.

I'm afraid I can easily deal with that mountain fox.

At least an intermediate martial artist, Rogge concluded that he had always been interested in the strong, but Duroc didn't introduce it, so he didn't inquire, otherwise he would be asking for hardship, and he still felt the contempt in the eyes of the martial artist.

A person who has not yet started cultivation will naturally not be taken seriously by a mid-level martial artist.

"Chief, here!" Neville called as he saw Rogge walking back.

Rogge walked over, these people had been drinking for a while, and there were two empty bottles on the table, although they were ale, but the concentration was still relatively high.

"Drink slowly, it's still early," Rogge advised, "and I'll have to go into the mountain early in the morning." ”

"That's what the hell, these few glasses haven't been appetizing yet, boss!" Reed said, looking quite conscious. Some of the men under him called Neville Chief, some followed Reed as Boss, and some called him Captain, but he didn't care about that.

"Man, two more bottles of ale. Reed called out that the captain had told them yesterday that the team was about to leave for the north, and that there were not many days left for such a leisure, and that he was going to have a good drink today.

The two recruits, who were a little hesitant, saw that Rogge didn't scold and stop them, and they also began to drink openly.

Rogge, who clinked glasses with his subordinates from time to time, watched quietly, chatting and bragging, drinking and drinking, not knowing how many people would survive the end of the war.

They are all great guys, Rogge thought, if it weren't for the lack of food at home, who would want to be a soldier, those rich people would have avoided military service by spending some money and making connections, and the poor people could only go to the battlefield and fight for their lives.

It's okay like yourself, you have no worries, you can feed the whole family without hunger, and you can still look forward to making meritorious contributions on the battlefield and cultivating to create a broad future for yourself. But all most soldiers wanted was to live until the end of the war and go back with a good salary to support their families.

Well?!

They still have a family to look forward to, they don't even have a home of their own, they don't know where to go when the war is over, who is lucky and who is unlucky......

That beast tide of 100,000 mountains destroyed everything that had been, and that desperate time was something he never wanted to recall. But how can he forget the struggle of his father to die in the mouth of the beast, and the painful snort of his mother when he threw him into the well?

Although those beasts were wiped out by the Third Legion he joined, he had no place to come from!

Rogge thought, and toasted Neville, a partner with the same fate as himself.

"Boss?" Neville sensed the captain's low mood, but couldn't guess what he was thinking.

"It's fine. Rogge patted him on the shoulder, not wanting him to ask more. A day that should be happy, you can't let emotions affect everyone.

"Keep drinking, come ......"

The atmosphere gradually became lively again, and as the backbone of the team, Rogge unconsciously affected the entire team.

The wine was too loud, and everyone knew that they couldn't drink more, so they slowed down when they raised their glasses.

“...... With that knife, I cut off the heads of two barbarians, and took their waist cards to the military quartermaster for an extra month's salary. Reed was bragging about his achievements to the recruits.

"Tsk, that's the first time I've gotten that much money, and I've been in the quartermaster camp every day. ”

"What are you doing in the quartermaster barracks?" the recruit didn't understand.

"Woman," Reed looked at the recruit with a strange look, "you're not going to be a chick, are you?!"

The recruit's face turned red when he saw that everyone was looking at him.

"Tsk, you're eighteen this year," Reed didn't plan to let him go, "If you don't fight, the children will play soy sauce, and I think the captain will be ...... when he is fifteen years old."

Touch!

Reed's face was pressed directly to the table by Rogge, and everyone laughed when they saw this.

"Just say you, don't get involved with me. Rogge raised his hand and said.

Rogge is indeed not a chick, because of the courage of the battle, he did not have to send money home, he had a lot of spare money in the second year of enlistment, and he really messed around with the women in the quartermaster camp for a while, and later was promoted to private, and under the teaching of Uncle Mark, he was self-disciplined a lot, and the women in the barracks looked down on him, so he never went again.

Reed rubbed his nose and face, his nose was visibly swollen, and the tears of pain were about to fall.

"Boss, you can't take it lightly if you have a mission tomorrow," Reed muttered, "My face is going to crack! If I can't get out of the mission because I'm injured, Boss, you're not going to have one less general!"

"You're hurting your face, not your butt, and it doesn't affect your riding!" Neville interjected.

The crowd laughed.

"There is no human ......"

Reed muttered quietly.

"Look, Chief!" said Neville, slapping into Rognunu.

A charming woman in the bar counter still has charm, looking at Rogge with a teasing look in her eyes.

She is the proprietress of this place, and after the soldiers of the Garneau Kingdom occupied this place, she bought this store to make a tavern, and she is a woman who understands business opportunities.

It's a pity that her fate is not good, her husband died early, and a woman's family can only do business behind a group of soldiers, but fortunately she is an orthodox citizen of the Kingdom of Garneau, and the soldiers of the military law do not dare to mess around.

Although his eyes stared at her like a wolf, he was a little embarrassed, but he would not lose a piece of meat.

But Rogge is different, not that the eyes are different. Rogge's eyes were also fiery when he looked at him. But she had a good impression of the young man.

Rogge is about seven or eight meters tall, not short compared to ordinary people, and among these five big and three thick soldiers, he looks sven, introverted and unassuming, and his appearance is very temperamental. It's like a child who grew up in a noble college, but with some perseverance and iron will.

In addition, to her great delight, Rogge was not a pitiful weakling, she more or less understood the position of this little man among these soldiers, and almost became a squadron leader, and she had seen the highest rank of officer, that is, squadron leader.

Rog had basically brought people over for drinks a few times a month for the past three months, sometimes it was this group of subordinates, sometimes it was the squadron leader named Uncle Mark. The proprietress has seen Rogge so many times, and she is very impressed.

The seductive gaze of the bewitching proprietress made Rogge a little unbearable, and a fire rose in his abdomen, Rogge hadn't touched a woman for a while.

It's a pity that he has to act tomorrow morning, and he can't leave his half-drunk brothers here.

"Let's go, go back to camp. Rogge got up and said, "Go back and sober up, you can't delay tomorrow morning." ”

It was really not early, the team members all got up and supported each other, and Rogge went to the proprietress to settle the account, almost half a month's military salary, and there were three silver coins.

Not daring to ignore the complaining eyes of the proprietress, Rogge turned around and led the team members out.

It was almost evening at this time, and the tavern soldiers were also walking back one after another, and the military regulations were not a joke, especially for them who were not even officers. The barracks are patrolled at night, and if they are caught as deserters, they will not be able to save their heads.

The group helped each other and walked back, and Reed couldn't stop talking about this, muttering to everyone.

"There are a few more squadrons to do it tomorrow," Reed said suddenly, "I think I heard it just now." ”

The team was silent, and everyone understood what that meant.

"Boss!" Neville called in a low voice, his voice a little muffled, "We're cleaning up the demon fox, Squadron Lees is going to clean up the wolves in the mountains, and Squadron Prospect is the giant mantis I've seen before......"

"It's going to be war again......"