The mountain fox's final struggle did not last long. Although Uncle Mark was also sweating profusely at this time, he still seemed to be comfortable and not very hard.

Even with the strength of Rogge and the others, it can be seen that it is about to end.

Sure enough, the mountain fox, which was almost exhausted, did not dodge the next punch, and Uncle Mark hit it in the back with all his strength. The soldiers who were close could even hear the sound of bones cracking.

The mountain fox that fell to the ground in a languid state did not get up again, it had already reached its limit, and it was completely unable to resist. The soldiers watching the battle cheered, but they really sweated in their hearts.

Mark picks up a spear and pierces the head of a mountain fox. Mending the knife is a must-have quality for every soldier on the battlefield, and if you don't kill the fallen enemy completely, you will definitely get a backbite, and you won't want to know what the dying enemy will do to you.

It's finally over, and there is no danger, thanks to Rogge, otherwise the task that was originally captured would have added a little haze, which is not a good thing for Mark.

Uncle Mark nodded at Rogge, "Good job, you kid has a good set." ”

The relationship between the two of them does not need to say any words of gratitude, he saw the grappling between Rogge and the mountain fox before, and he was very satisfied, and he became more and more satisfied and relied on this potential junior.

"Captain, does this mountain fox have a spirit core?!" Rogge leaned in, his eyes lit up.

"Of course," Uncle Mark scolded, "the stinky boy is interested in this, that's not something you can worry about!"

Ordinary fierce beasts have been separated from the category of beasts, and the most fundamental difference is that they have a spirit core, and a fierce beast with a spirit core can already practice normally. Although it is not as powerful as the creation of demon beasts, it can also initially use spiritual power.

The value of the spirit core is extremely high, and it can greatly improve the strength of the martial artist, which can be described as priceless and in short supply. In addition, not all spirit cores can be absorbed by anyone, spirit cores have their own unique attributes, and they are only suitable for martial artists who practice exercises of the same attributes.

Therefore, the spirit cores obtained by the soldiers need to be handed over to the Quartermaster Department, and then distributed by the Quartermaster Department. Of course, you need to exchange military merit for it. Even with Uncle Mark's strength and status, he has absorbed a spirit core since he practiced.

In a place like the army, the strong are always strong, only those strong and high-ranking officials have a lot of military merits that can be squandered, and the rank of first-class soldier can only eat something that leaks out of the teeth of the high-level. This is already not bad, no matter how low-level people like Rogge are, they don't even have the qualifications to practice.

After all, resources are finite, and there are always people to sacrifice.

Uncle Mark pulled out the short knife on his waist and began to dissect the volcanic fox, the fur of the mountain fox was very tough, and the special short knife could also be slashed.

He doesn't use weapons in combat, and at his level it's more of a melee fight, and the standard spear in the army will affect his performance, and the lethality can't even compare to his fists. Of course, Mark has his own special weapons, a short knife and a long knife, and if it is damaged in battle, he will have to spend military merit to go to the quartermaster camp to reforge it, which is a large expense.

After all, it is not a battlefield, and I am also confident in encircling and suppressing fierce beasts, and I am experienced, so there is no need to bear additional losses. After Rogge was promoted to private, he also asked someone to build a long knife that he could take advantage of, for the same purpose, but he asked Reed to take it with him to avoid accidents before leaving, and he didn't take it out. It's just that I didn't expect to meet the mountain fox later, and it was too late to find Reed again.

It's a pity that Uncle Mark dug up the spirit core, and the attributes and quality are not very good.

"The final explosion of this fierce beast has squeezed out a part of the energy in the spirit core, and the value of this spirit core is not high!"

"It should be of the fire attribute, we can't use it, so we probably have to sell it. "Uncle Mark is holding a reddish spherical spirit core in his bloody hands, the general cultivation exercises of the third legion are earth-attribute, and they don't need fire-attribute spirit cores, so it's a good choice to exchange them with other legions or sell them directly to the Chamber of Commerce for a batch of supplies.

Rogge stared at the spirit core in a daze, feeling an indescribable sense of closeness.

Is it suitable for the fire attribute exercises, Rogge pondered in his heart, but he was helpless, he couldn't get the earth attribute exercises in the barracks, where to find the fire attribute exercises.

Mark saw him looking at the spirit core in a daze, thinking that he had been hit, and comforted:

"Don't worry, after you are promoted, it shouldn't be difficult to save more military merit for an earth-attribute spirit core. ”

Rogge came back to his senses and said a perfunctory sentence, let's take one step at a time, there is nothing to do, the army's control of the exercises can be called strict. With his relationship with Uncle Mark, he didn't dare to ask casually, he knew too little about the relevant information, so he could only leave his doubts behind and think of a way later.

Mark's squadron gained a lot from this trip, except for the mountain fox and the brown bear, and also killed the other four beasts according to the battle plan, and it was noon when they returned to the camp after disposing of the corpses.

Rogge instructed his men to go back to the camp tent for lunch first, and he followed Uncle Mark to the quartermaster camp to dispose of the spoils of war and distribute military merits. The squadron leader accounts for the majority, the squad leader occupies the small head, and the rest is left to the privates, which has always been the case, and the distribution according to work is also fair, and no one has any complaints.

Squadron Leader Mark's welfare is not bad, and he rarely treats his subordinates harshly. Some extreme commanders do not dare to embezzle except for military salaries, and the military merits that should be swallowed are not reserved for the people under them at all.

Returning from the quartermaster barracks, the tent was noisy and a little unpresentable, Rog frowned and opened the tent door.

"If you don't hurry up to eat, what ...... noisy"

The excitement on Reed's face continued unabated, and he whispered to Rogge regardless of the blame: "Boss, the Leess squadron is completely wiped out. ”

Rogge's face changed, and on the way back to the camp tent, he felt that the atmosphere in the camp was not quite right, but he didn't expect that all 180 people in a squadron died?!

Reed didn't pay attention to Rogge's face, "Boss, you're going to be promoted to the squadron!"

Neville looked at Reed helplessly from the sidelines, even if he was happy for the captain, but after all, he was a squadron of his own, so you don't have to show it so obviously.

Rog looked at Neville, "What the hell is going on?"

"The whole battalion was spread, and an hour after we set out in the morning, Lees's squadron returned to the camp, and only two recruits remained, covered in blood, saying that they had been calculated by the wolves, and that the others were all dead. ”

Rogge was a little confused, no, he had to discuss with Uncle Mark. Rogge calmed himself down and thought about it, he didn't know if the news was true or not, and it seemed that he really needed to make a trip to Uncle Mark.

"Okay, you eat first, then train in the afternoon, and I'll go out and have a look. ”

As Rogge walked, he could vaguely feel the soldiers discussing in a low voice, and the atmosphere was a little depressing. The camp is about to be pulled out to the north, and the destruction of a squadron is not good news for the entire barracks.

"Uncle......" Rogge broke into Mark's tent in a hurry, and the guards who knew him did not stop him.

"Okay," Mark looked at him with a somewhat complicated look, he had advised Rog not to be in a hurry, but he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

Mark exhaled, his relationship with Lees was not bad, he originally thought that these old guys might die on the battlefield, but he didn't expect Lees to be planted in the hands of a group of wolves.

"The squadron of Lees has indeed collapsed on the 100,000 Mountain," Mark sighed, "and one of the two recruits who came back died of his wounds, and the other was secretly executed as a deserter. ”

"Your appointment should be coming soon. ”

Now is an extraordinary period, and the loss of a squadron before the big war can be described as a nerve-wracking injury, and it is unbearable for the entire battalion headquarters. The new squadron will undoubtedly be established as soon as possible, and the appointment of Private Rogge will be issued immediately, and this will also help to stabilize the morale of the impetuous army due to defeat, after all, Rogge's prestige in the barracks is not low.

Mark looked at Rogge and felt a little relieved that the frizzy young man had finally grown up and was about to be on an equal footing with him. He still recognizes Rogge's strength, and he will definitely be even better after becoming a martial artist.

Rogge's potential is much higher than his own, an eighteen-year-old squadron leader of the first class is very rare, even the son of the deputy regiment commander, Duroc, is now nineteen years old.

Rogge was sure in his heart, but he calmed down a lot, which made the squadron leader who was proud of him even more satisfied.

"Uncle, what the hell is going on, with the strength of Squadron Leader Lisi, how can he not even escape?"

Mark's face became much more solemn when he heard Rogge's inquiry. Li Si's strength is not much different from him, and it stands to reason that it is not a problem to take a whole squadron to clear out a fierce beast. Even if the wolf is cunning and falls into the trap, it is still possible to lead the team to break through.

"Could it be that the beast has evolved?!" Mark was shocked, but it seemed that this was the only explanation.

"Monster?!" Rogge was also a little frightened, and Mark rolled his eyes. The words of the demon beast are too terrifying, there is a history in the army, fifty years ago, a demon beast of 100,000 mountains slaughtered a border city in a foreign country and wiped out an entire legion.

"Fierce beasts also have ranks, just like martial artists are divided into beginner, middle, and high," Mark explained, Rogge is about to be promoted, and there are some things that he should know, even if he doesn't say it, someone will tell Rogge.

"Like me and Captain Li Si are beginner-level martial artists, don't underestimate the beginner-level, many people spend their entire lives staying at this stage," Mark smacked his lips, his qualifications were not bad, he was expected to become a middle-level martial artist before he retired from the army, and the high-level had no hope in his life.

"Fierce beasts are also divided into high, medium and low, like the volcanic fox, which is also a low-level fierce beast, we can deal with it without danger, but if we break through to the middle level, then it will be possible for a middle-level martial artist to deal with it. ”

Middle-level martial artists are considered to be middle and high-level in the army, and high-level martial artists are even rarer, and there are only two or three in the entire Third Legion.

"So, we don't need to play to clear out the wolves?!"

Rog was reluctant to face a pack of wolves that had wiped out an entire squadron, the first time since the Battle of Shiko that he had suffered such a large loss.

"Probably not," Uncle Mark was a little unsure.

"Even if we play, it's just a small role to clean up, and we don't have mid-level martial artists in our squadron," Uncle Mark teased, "It's not the style of the army to send them to death." ”

"Okay, let's go back and rest first, the morning is not a little hard, these two days are a little rest, and you must continue to train in the afternoon, you can't relax at this time!" Uncle Mark finally instructed, "I will inform you if there is news." ”

In the morning, Rogge was in the face of the fierce beast, and once the tense nerves were relaxed, there was indeed a sense of exhaustion.

Not to mention that Uncle Mark has been fighting with the mountain fox for most of the hour, and he wants to lie in bed and sleep. If it weren't for Rogge's peculiarity, no one else would have come over.