Olisses calmly walked out of the tent and followed the herald backwards. Just walking, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly. This is not the direction that leads to the rear battalion, but .......

His eyes sank, and he secretly admired in his heart. This Moritz is many times more vigilant and calm than Joseph, and he really deserves to be called the "Shield of Moscow". In this way, it is clear that the first package is not feasible, and alternative plans must be initiated.

Sure enough, when he reached a separate barracks on one side, he saw his other companions standing there. It's just that there is also a group of soldiers standing opposite, and the two of them are glaring at each other, insulting and pushing each other.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Damn, this is a barracks, no fighting. Do you want to try the whip of Your Excellency the Legion Commander?" the herald shouted from afar, and hurried forward.

Olisses stared at him, and followed. When he approached, he gestured to look at the person next to him and asked.

The man had already signaled his gaze, but his face was angry, and he said angrily: "Olisses, they want to take Ryan away, and we are not allowed to come with us." Oh my God, what do they want to do, that's our brother. ”

Ryan was the two real Rus' soldiers they had brought. It's just that at this moment, both of them have reached their limit and have already passed out. Of course, this is also what Olisses and others calculated at the beginning. Otherwise, if there is a slight lack of tone between the two, what awaits them will be a catastrophe.

Olisses' eyes flashed, and his heart was already enlightened. It seems that the "Moscow Shield" is not as cautious as ordinary people as he is guarding against his own people. Not to mention placing himself and others on the side of this Chinese army, he was even allowed to move the wounded to the rear camp, and he was not even allowed to take care of his own people.

He turned his mind around, but his face was also gloomy, and he turned his head to scan the faces of the soldiers who were blocking the road on the opposite side, and finally stopped his gaze on the herald.

"I hope for a reasonable explanation, soldier. He said lightly, but his hand rested lightly on the scimitar at his waist.

The herald's face changed slightly, and he quietly stepped forward to block the middle of the two sides, and said, "Your Excellency, please don't be impulsive. It's an order from His Excellency the Legion Commander, and they're just carrying out the order, and there's nothing wrong with that, is it?"

Several soldiers on the opposite side all sneered, looking at Olisses and the others with disdain, and the contempt on their faces was not concealed at all. The Slavs have a long tradition of bravery and fierceness, they worship the strong, but they have always been contemptuous and mocking the losers.

The fact that this gang of garbage from the Zidong camp was defeated by those filthy Tatars and ran all the way to their northern camp is simply a shame for Moscow. It is said that their legion commander was originally a wreck, and it was through nepotism that he climbed to the throne of the legion.

If there is anything that the GIs hate the most, then there is no doubt that a rabbit-like commander who has no ability and can only lead his subordinates to be chased by others must be one of them. And it's definitely the absolute top-ranked kind. Because with such a commander, the lives of soldiers can be lost at any time, which is completely irresponsible.

And now, these cowardly cowards, all the way to their own camp, even want to disobey the arrangement, how can they get used to their faults? shameless cowards, they have lost the glory of a soldier, and they are only worthy to stay with the slaves.

Olisses looked at the mockery of those soldiers coldly, Rao understood the truth in this, and knew that he and the others were just acting, but he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart. After all, the Thress warriors have always enjoyed admiring gazes, how could they ever be so looked down upon?

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and while raising his hand to signal that his side was quiet, he said coldly to the herald, "Okay, I accept this explanation. But here lie our brothers, who were wounded for the heroic battle of Moscow, they do not deserve to be treated with such indifference, we must have someone to take care of them!"

His words were flat and unwavering, but they exuded a firmness that could not be denied.

The herald couldn't help but pout his teeth in annoyance, and it was really difficult to respond to Olisses's words. Regardless of whether the other party is defeated or not, but as Olisses said, the two poor fellows in front of him were indeed wounded because of the war for the country, which no one can denigrate. I didn't see a few soldiers behind me, and when I looked at the two wounded, didn't I have any disrespect?

Disrespectful to wounded soldiers, especially wounded soldiers fighting for the country, will definitely cause dissatisfaction among all soldiers. Because no one is sure if they will have such a day. The shame of the defeated can only be borne by the cowardly, but it must not fall on the wounded.

"Of course, it's their right to deserve it, isn't it. The herald hesitated, but nodded in agreement with Olisses' words. "But this is a barracks after all, and the military orders of His Excellency the Legion Commander must also be carried out, absolutely enforced! So, why don't we take a step back first, let these two warriors be treated first, and we will go and ask His Excellency the Legion Commander to give a warrant. Do you think that's good?"

There was a slight commotion among the Thress warriors, and Olisas raised his hand again, and the crowd fell silent. This made the herald look slightly moved, and his gaze at Olisses couldn't help but be a little deeper.

A commander who can convince his men is proof in itself. The herald didn't want to set up an inexplicable enemy for himself out of thin air, or one that seemed to be very popular in the army.

"Your Excellency, I believe you understand, I ...... We don't mean to target you. We are just soldiers, soldiers at the bottom. Without waiting for Olisses to speak, the herald added again.

Olisses' eyes flashed, knowing that it would be too much to continue pestering, and after making a slight hesitation at the moment, he reluctantly nodded.

The herald nodded in a friendly manner, then turned to a sigh of relief, waved at the soldiers, and winked.

The soldiers looked at each other, nodded silently, leaned over to lift the two wounded, and turned to go.

Seeing the group leave, the herald rubbed his eyebrows, then turned around and put on a smiling face, pointed to the row of barracks in front of him and said, "Then, settle down first." Take a hot bath and enjoy a hearty dinner. I promise, it doesn't get any more wonderful than that. Come on, gentlemen, please come with me. ”

You look at me, I look at you, and then they all look at Olisses. Olisses hesitated, but finally nodded and followed.

"Your Excellency the Legion Commander's warrant ......"

"Oh, don't worry about that. As soon as I have settled you in, I will go back and report to Your Excellency the Legion Commander. I believe you will not be disappointed. ”

The herald patted his chest and promised, but there was a sly glint in his eyes. He just said that he would report to the Legion Commander, and he only said that Olisses and the others would not be disappointed. But this standard of not disappointing is not necessarily the way Olisses had in mind. And how His Excellency the Legion Commander will reply is not up to him. So, as long as he deals with the present, what does the rest have to do with him?

Olisses didn't seem to hear the trap in his words, just nodded silently and said no more. This kind of performance, which made the heralds happy, was only due to the fact that they had not yet come out of the shadow of failure. So in addition to stealing joy, the contempt in my heart added three more points.

This platoon barracks is independent of a piece of open space in the large battalion, and does not rely on the left and right. I can't tell what it was used for before, but from some traces of dragging, it is surmised that some strategic materials were either temporarily placed, or used as a place to hold some prisoners or something.

Olisses and the others silently exchanged glances, and then they divided their bunks. Then a group of soldiers pushed a cart of food and sent it over, steaming, and there was even some meat fragrance wafting, and sure enough, as the herald said, it was a pretty good meal.

Smiling and saying goodbye to the herald, Olisses glanced at the crowd and led them around the long dining table to munch. On the other hand, he wrote on the table with his hand dipped in vegetable juice, and when he finished writing, he wiped it off with his hands, leaving no trace.

The master had taught him that the partition wall had ears. This is the enemy camp in the depths, and no one knows if there are eyes and ears nearby. Therefore, it is the right thing to do.

This infiltration was full of dangers, and it was a little difficult from the beginning, and Olisses did not dare to be the slightest negligent. Although he didn't understand why his master Su Mo insisted on taking a dangerous blow, he still didn't hesitate to come.

The master gave him and his companions everything they needed, food, clothing, weapons, and the most precious dignity, and life. Olisses is willing to give everything he has to this end. The will of the master is their will. It doesn't need to be understood, it just needs to be done perfectly.

Now that we can't use the last method, we have no choice but to ...... He silently stuffed the bread into his mouth and chewed it, a flash of madness in his eyes.

Outside, a figure quietly turned around and cautiously withdrew from the distance, only then did he exhale lightly, then took a deep look, and then turned around at a faster speed.

A moment later, in the same tent, Moritz stood behind the desk with his hands in his hands, his eyes fixed on a simple map hanging on the wall of the tent, frowning and silent.

The herald crept in, and when he saw this, he stood quietly behind and waited, not daring to make a noise.

It was only after a cup of tea that Moritz raised his hand and rubbed his head, turned around, and took a sip of a cup of coffee from the table. But then he frowned slightly, put down the cold cup of coffee, and asked indifferently, "Did they have any changes?"

The herald shook his head, told him what had just happened and what he was secretly observing later, and finally said with some hesitation: "Your Excellency, I think...... They...... It shouldn't be ......."

Moritz gave him a cold look, and his words came to an abrupt end. "Keep an eye on them and don't let up for a moment. He commanded coldly.

The herald's heart sank, and he hurriedly shouted yes. But I heard Moritz muttering softly again, as if explaining and talking to himself: "I always feel that something is wrong, everything, you still have to be careful." ”