Fifteen minutes later, with the exception of the three warbands of the Sons of Cassadine, most of the players who had retreated before had returned, including the native Mikr Mivar, the priest of the gods of the gods, with his field medical team - of course, they handed over the wounded to the women of the nearby townsfolk who had heard the news, and then returned with these boys from the vigilante team.

"Mr. Miwar, my personal advice is not to let these young men go to war, this is not the battle of the Mad King decades ago, and the number of people is no longer the way to determine the victory of a war. Marceau looked at the vigilante team of young townspeople who looked to be no more than 20 years old, and couldn't help but sigh at the middle-aged priest.

"Your Excellency, don't chill the fiery hearts of these young people, besides, it would be good to have a few more people to carry the wounded, and from the first advent of the Provisional Era, whichever side has the largest number of logisticians, the goddess of victory will smile at whom, in the battle of Ashupi in the gloomy era, hundreds of thousands of logisticians, either with various vehicles to support the front-line operations, or from the line of fire to rescue the wounded, these all need the number of people, Your Excellency. The middle-aged priest smiled in response to Marceau's exclamation.

This answer surprised Marceau, but when he thought about it, as a high-ranking cleric of the Cult of the Gods, Mivar could have such a vision...... Well, it's worthy of being a cult of gods that specializes in fighting against the invasion of the crystal wall system, and its ideological consciousness is quite high.

"Well, you're right, I've handed over these young men to you, they'll carry the wounded, and if the supply convoys and combat boats bring medicine, give them too. Marceau nodded, then beckoned the young men over.

The young men were led by a middle-aged man, perhaps close to the interior, who had a slight hunchback characteristic of a peasant, which was even more evident when he saw the Inquisitor's robes beside Marceau: "Have you seen the Inquisitor, are you the leader here?" ”

"It's the Commander, Uncle Nadakh. A young man said.

Marceau smiled, and after stretching out his hand to signal the young men to be quiet, he nodded at the middle-aged man: "Yes, I am the leader. ”

"We are the self-police team in a nearby town, and we saw the black smoke burning from Ambrooke's side, and we thought that maybe the people in the city had lit something, so we ......" When the middle-aged man said this, he always couldn't help but look at the emergency area on the side, Marceau followed his line of sight and saw that the corpses that had died because of the ineffective rescue were being stacked together by the porters.

Marceau glanced at Mr. Priest, only to see that Mr. Priest was also looking at him with the same meaningful smile.

Marceau smiled and shook his head, then asked, "Leader Nadak." ”

"Master, I'm here. "The middle-aged man looks even more rickety.

"I hand over your command to this Miwar Priest, you will not be thrown into the frontline, but you will be responsible for bringing our wounded here, and if there is any medicine to be carried, you will need to do your best, and if I hear that any of you are lazy or have done something to escape, I will hang that guy and beat him to death. As he said the last words, Marceau's eyes turned stern when he looked at them: "Do you hear that?!"

The more than 100 young people were stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar: "Why don't you let us go to the front! That's the New Eden!"

"We're going to kill them!"

The bravery of these young men contrasted with the hesitation written on the faces of their leaders, but Marceau did not worry the Nadakh, he clapped his hands: "I am the commander of your mouth, and I have the right to command you, do you not even listen to me? Or do you want to disobey my orders, if so, then I will have to ask someone to drive you away." ”

The young man quickly shut his mouth, and the middle-aged man seemed to understand something, he took off his helmet and almost pointed his head to the ground: "Master, please rest assured!

"Look, your leader is a man who understands and does things well, and I will ask you for credit to your majesty afterwards. Marceau reached out and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and gave him a treatment for minor injuries - it could be seen that the middle-aged man had injuries, and the treatment of minor injuries may not be as useful as potions, but it would somewhat alleviate his pain.

The middle-aged man also felt the changes in his body, and he wanted to bow his head again excitedly, but this time Marceau stopped him, not because Marceau was hypocritical, but because he really couldn't make the man who looked like a little old man bow to him: "Okay, take your people to follow Master Mivar, let him give you orders." ”

After speaking, Marceau smiled and nodded at the main priest, and then turned to leave, and the kitten-man herald who had been waiting for a long time immediately ran over: "Commander, we have received the glory of Hezin Mandal, and they still have about four hundred people, and they have now retreated. ”

"Let them rest and ask him if he has the courage to follow me into the city again. Marceau felt that with the courage of these guys, he should not be afraid.

"Yes, Commander, by the way, Commander, there seems to be something wrong with those three, I heard from Mrs. Akemi at the emergency care station that her head is going to be big. The herald's words made Marceau turn his head to look in the direction of his finger, well, poor Mr. Otto the Broken and the equally poor Monsieur Morrison the One-Eyed were sitting on the same log—unfortunate bastards like them were not yet incapacitated, so there was no bed to lie down on.

No matter how you look at it, it's a comedy, from morning to night, with Miss Dorothy and the apple and fruit knife in her hand, it's not a comedy, it's black humor.

"I see. He patted the herald on the head: "You, go to the front line and tell the commanders that I will return to the front line in ten minutes...... By the way, what's your name? ”

"Weaving life!" replied the kitten excitedly, "I'll tell them about it." ”

"Alright, go and get back, don't let your curiosity kill you, you kittens are terrible, remember, I don't want to be the commander who loses the most heralds in a battle. Marceau glanced at the kitten, "By the way, hand over your sisters to Miss Akemi as a defense force, I heard that the youngest of them is only ten years old, you are really bold enough." ”

"We, the Kektars, have never been afraid of anything. With that, the kitten ran out of Marceau's sight as quickly as he could.

Marceau rolled her eyes, and then saw the little female cats walking towards the emergency area, one of them didn't know what to say to her sisters after noticing Marceau, and then saw the cat girls stick out their tongues at Marceau.

Cut, these little white-eyed cats.