Catherine didn't know how she got out of the Expeditionary Force Operations Chamber, but when she saw a huge map hanging in front of her, she even thought she was hallucinating. Her lieutenant stood respectfully by the map, while the old dog behind her was dozing off on the ground.

"What do you command, sir?" said the adjutant half-bowed, and greeted Catherine.

"Do you know where I've been?" the Overseer finally came to her senses when she heard the adjutant's words.

"I don't know, sir. ”

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Where was I just now?"

"You're standing in front of the map and thinking. The adjutant said.

"Thinking?"

"You're distracted, and you're standing there distracted. We had to wait by the side. The old dog's voice came from behind.

Catherine looked back and saw the old dog lazily looking at her with half-open dog eyes. "Am I really here all this time?"

"That's right. The old dog affirmed.

"And what's going on?" Catherine said, gesturing to the door of the tent. Gold slowly poked into his head from outside the door. He was now in the shape of a horse that had been recreated, and he was looking at the situation in the military tent with a wry mind.

"I've never seen this horse, I don't know where it came from. The old dog got up from the ground and stared at the gold for a long time, "I really haven't seen it." ”

"What do you say?" the Overseer asked the lieutenant again.

"My lord, I haven't seen it either, most of the wild horses came from somewhere. The adjutant replied.

"Mustang?" Catherine sneered, "Golden!"

The golden snorted when she heard the call. "Chirp-" he walked in cheerfully. Rub the horse's head against Catherine's body.

Catherine patted Golden's neck, "His name is Golden, and he's my new friend, not some wild horse." ”

"Sure enough, it's a good horse. The old dog praised. The dragon lice adjutant remained motionless and did not comment.

Catherine had already seen that his lieutenant was not easy to deal with, and he didn't want to say how to force orders about some things in this world, so he could only exchange a few perfunctory words. The old dog seemed to be a better talker, but the old dog gave Catherine a slippery feeling, and his tone was in some ways as tight as the adjutant's.

"Gather all the troops. Let the military leaders come to me. The Overseer suddenly had little interest in continuing to ramble with the two tight-tongued fellows. She issued an order.

"Yes, sir. Without hesitation, Adjutant Dragonlice stepped out of the tent to carry out the order.

The old dog walked slowly to Catherine's side, "Who are you going to attack?"

Catherine pointed to a red line on the map, some distance from the green territory that represented the First Expeditionary Force. And there is also a pink red line in the middle.

"Attacking the Neutral Legion?" the old dog's words made the Overseer stunned for a moment. But Catherine immediately realized that the old dog had misunderstood her intentions.

"This is the first time I've heard of the Neutral Legion. Is that the pink line?"

"You're not going to attack a neutral legion. The old dog was also stunned, "Is it to annex other expeditionary forces?"

Once he figured out Catherine's intentions, he looked at the map again. I found that the red line segment was a bit eye-catching.

"You are not wrong to say annexation, but what is the matter with the Neutral Legion?" asked Catherine again.

"It's a gathering area for stragglers who have no position. The old dog laughed twice, "When the Scorn Legion runs out of rations, they often go to trouble the Neutral Legion. ”

"Grab food?"

"It's hunting, and they all taste good. The old dog's words were full of blood.

Catherine's eyelids jumped. Her dragon lice lieutenant had returned from outside the tent, along with the leaders of the First Expeditionary Force.

The Overseer's gaze swept over the group of military leaders, and she changed her mind for a moment. "Which of you knows about this neutral legion?"

None of the military leaders reacted, and Catherine frowned.

"You don't need rations, and you don't generally fight with neutral legions. "But the old dog understood the situation and interjected.

Catherine glared at him, turned to her lieutenant and asked, "Is that so?"

"Yes, sir. We haven't fought a neutral legion before. The adjutant replied.

"Then send someone to scout this neutral legion first. Catherine gave the order and immediately shook her head, "I'll go and see for myself." Professor, you go with me. ”

The goblin scholar also stood at the head of the army, and he seemed to have regained his sanity, and his appearance was close to that of the original goblin.

Two minutes later, Catherine set off with the old professor and his escort. Several of Catherine's newly commanded dog legions trailed a short distance behind her. The old dog feebly followed Catherine and the old professor, who, though unwilling, was named by the Overseer before leaving.

The location of the Neutral Regiment was not too far from the First Expeditionary Force, and the march lasted more than four hours. Catherine saw a patch of white in the distance. Unlike the dark gray earth, this piece of white, which first appeared on the horizon, has been moving back and forth rhythmically. Although it doesn't move fast, it moves with a very fixed range, like a ball bouncing between two walls.

As the distance drew closer, the Overseers finally saw what made up the white—it was sheep, white fluffy sheep. The sheep were big and round, and they stood on the grass and ate grass – short and tender grass as long as the tips of their fingers. The place where the sheep ate became smooth and flat, but soon the grass grew again, so the sheep were allowed to eat back and forth.

Catherine stood a few kilometers away from the sheep and observed, as the goblin scholar and his escort continued to approach. The inquisitive old professor volunteered to go and see what was going on.

"This is what you call the Neutral Legion, a flock of sheep?" asked Catherine coldly to the old dog.

"Every neutral legion is different, and here it's sheep. The old dog said.

"Can a flock of sheep be called a legion?" Catherine replied, obviously displeased with the old dog's reply, "can they fight? ”

"Neutral legions are very capable of fighting, otherwise they would have been eaten up by other legions a long time ago. The old dog lay down, drooped his head, and said, "Although the Evil Star Legion has not fought against these sheep, I believe they are more than just sheep. When your commander gets close to them, things will be different. ”

The old professor had already gone away with his escort. Listening to the old dog's words, Catherine hesitated to catch up and warn the goblin scholars. But a sheep came out of the flock and slowly "rolled" towards the old professor like a snowball. (To be continued.) )