Another month has passed, and it has entered winter. Along with the heavy snowfall, there is also a mighty battle on the main battlefield to the east.

It was thought that Pres would order this squad to go to the frontal battlefield and use it as cannon fodder for the main force.

But apart from one night encounter and one defensive battle, the small force did not take part in any formal battles at all.

It seems that this western legion is the most laid-back place of the three legions.

But even so, Freud never let his guard down on Pree.

Weken also accumulated the number of souls to thirty-five during this period, and after spending ten soul points to upgrade the shield to "proficiency level", there are still twenty-five soul points left.

For the time being, there are no other skills worth upgrading, and the total soul points are not enough to upgrade proficiency skills to Grandmaster.

Life in this barracks is familiar, even a little boring. But such boredom is commendable. Compared to the trouble of looking for those "humanoid tanks", the discomfort of looking for the "torrent of steel", or provoking the prestige of the "archers of the North" and other acts of gambling with their lives, this kind of garrison patrol is too much of a pleasure.

However, this kind of comfort was obtained at the cost of a frontal battle, a night encounter, and a positional defensive battle, in which a total of 20 comrades-in-arms were killed, 10 comrades-in-arms were seriously injured and left the field, and more than 20 comrades-in-arms remained on the battlefield with minor injuries.

Sitting in the tent, Weken looked at Eivar's group of recruits who were still gambling, and asked, "You've been gambling for a month and a half, and you still haven't gotten tired of it?"

Eibar shook the dice, and then replied, "How can you be tired, Captain, haven't you also practiced swords in the barracks for a month and a half?"

"Yes. Weken couldn't think of what to say, so he simply accepted the fact that they had gambled for a month and a half without telling who would win or lose.

Perhaps, the one who won the most would have died in the battle ahead. The guy who won less, or even owed a lot of debt, may have died a long time ago.

The bad debts of those who have sacrificed are directly exempted, which is very straightforward.

They always want to make people owe something, and they will owe something no matter how bad they are, leaving a concern, and maybe this concern will help them survive the battlefield.

"How much did you win, Eibar?" Wicken sat down curiously, looking at the small table that had been used as chips and piled up like a hill of Djerul coins.

"Back to basics, Adjutant Lear is great, he wins the most!" Eibar scratched the back of his head.

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay, the luck is good. Lear was calm, but his joy was still overflowing.

"So, who lost?" said Wei Ken, frowning slightly, as he looked at the few people gathered around the table.

"Loku lost. Negar spread his hands, "That guy won't control himself, he is doing some loss-making business, and now he is out on patrol." ”

"Really, that was miserable, how much did he lose?" Weken looked at Negar, a little curious about the sudden separation of the two of them.

He originally wanted to go back to marry a wife and have children, but now even if he sells himself, he can't afford to change his debts. Negar yawned, "But it doesn't matter, we're not demons, let him 'pay for it'." ”

Wei Ken sat up in shock, and looked at the circle of people in front of the table, and his gaze changed: "You guys, when did you do it? No, why didn't I know you guys were good all along!"

This group of guys is forcing people to "pay for meat", what a man!

After remembering that he had lived in a tent with them for so many months, Wei Ken felt the wind behind him, and the chrysanthemums tightened.

"Ahh

Wei Ken frowned slightly.

Existence is reasonable, and anything that is absurd will always have a necessity for its existence. Although some exist, for those who are not keen on it, it seems too spicy to the eye......

"We asked Loku to patrol for us, using this as his 'debt payment'. Negar smiled and hurriedly explained, "That guy really wants to get married...... Let me tell you, he is in his thirties and almost forty, and he is still a chick! I asked him to go to the Ji Courtyard to extinguish the fire first, but he just didn't want to, he must marry a beautiful daughter-in-law and come back! He didn't want to think about his age, where was his little sister with him?"

Weken nodded silently.

It's good that it's not that bite, otherwise I might have to guard against these bastards.

"Haha, it's never too late to get married, and 'love' is the most important thing!" Lear pretended to be profound, so that everyone listened.

Weken felt his face twitch.

Lear, who is not married, loves to do relationship counseling with other people. Some time ago, I was even talking about the media for Lizlit, who "didn't have a single word...... What a dumbfounded operation.

"Then again, Lear, why don't you get married, like Joseph, if you get married, you don't have to go to war again?" asked Negar, with some curiosity.

Joseph could not go to war, always because of his leg, and it had nothing to do with marriage. Lear waved his hand, as if he didn't want to say anything about his marriage.

"Is it!" Eibar's face changed, "Adjutant Lear, you, could it be that you, have been in love before, and you have someone you like, because you are like 'you are too poor', 'the girl's family doesn't look down on you', so you have to be single'?"

Lear cupped his forehead and smiled bitterly, "Eibar, put away the strange stories in your head for me." ”

Eibar shrank his head.

"It's just, simply because it's not the right time. Lear sighed, "At least, let me find someone to fall in love with at first sight, right?"

Weken listened quietly, not intending to express his opinion.

Some people say that "love at first sight" is important, and some people say that feelings can be "cultivated gradually". No one knows who is right and who is wrong, everyone has a point, and there is no need to argue at all.

"Don't talk about me. By the way, Weken, what about you? If we all say that we all have no time, no money, no chance, what about you?" Lear smiled, and his tricks were so vivid that people couldn't help but praise him as "an old fox".

Weken: ??

How did you bring the topic to me?

"Yes......" Negar smiled, "in the whole barracks, among those who are not yet married, you may have the most opportunities to contact 'girls'!

Eivar looked excited: "Ah! I feel like many stories of soldiers and beauties falling in love have come to my mind. ”

"You shut up for me! I praised you once or twice before, and you still kicked your nose in the face!?" Lear scolded angrily, and then looked at Wei Ken with a grin, "Speaking of which, Wei Ken, you always study with Lizzlit, I don't know if you have it~"

"Sorry, no, it doesn't exist. Weken refused to go down, leaving everyone unsatisfied.

They all seem to be looking forward to the love story of "soldiers who go out to fight" and "little girlfriends waiting for the return of soldiers", and even the gambling that has been going on has been put down a little.

"You guy, you must have never experienced the beauty of love, so your brain is not open!" Lear was heartbroken.

Weken: It's like you've experienced it.

But then, everyone fell silent.

Wei Ken shook his head helplessly: "Although this reality is a bit cruel, but everyone here, who has ever been in love?"

There was a dead silence inside the tent.

Obviously, no.

Weken stood up, intending to leave.

"Adjutant Lear, the general is calling you!" the herald shouted at Lear as he entered from outside the tent.

"Oh, by the way, Weken, the general let you go too. The herald looked at Weken, who was about to leave.

Weken nodded.

What is it? I guess we were patrolling the surrounding area together, right?