"Alright, Inspector Shiloh. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info When I finish signing my name, you can hand over this document to the Legion Archives for storage. Locke turned to get the pen on the table to sign it, "Then, go and put our armaments and rations away, and I'll have the soldiers of the various infantry wings go and get their weapons and armor." ”

Behind him, Herald Bridget was leaning against the table with his hands on his chest, looking at him with a playful look on his face.

"Go, go, get out of the way." Locke pushed her aside, picked up the pen on the table, quickly signed the list of armaments, and turned to Inspector Shiloh.

"I hope we can happily cooperate." Locke said solemnly, "The logistics wing of the Fifth Legion and the psychological counseling of the soldiers will be handed over to you. Madam Prosecutor. ”

"Okay, Captain." Inspector Shiloh bowed, then she looked up and continued. "Counseling is a new term? But it's a good word for our prosecutors. Also, please call me Miss, I'm not married, Legion Commander. ”

"Alright, Miss Inspector," Locke said helplessly.

After Inspector Shiloh was out, Bridget spoke up, "How could the Grand Prosecutor send this priest with a sick brain." ”

"Oh?" When Locke heard her say this, he hurriedly turned his head, "Why do you say she has a brain disease?" ”

"This Inspector Shiloh often likes to probe the secrets of the soldiers' hearts while they pray for them." Bridget said helplessly, "Isn't this still a brain disease?" ”

Oh? This prosecutor is a professional counterpart, if the transformation is good, then he is a qualified psychiatrist, on the contrary... It's like the Inquisitor in the later Scarlet Crusade, who is good at digging into the darkness in other people's hearts and then using it against opponents.

There are two sides to everything, it depends on how to understand and use it.

Locke turned around, only to find Bridget still leaning back against the command table, looking at him indifferently.

"I said, can you be like Noris, with a standing and sitting style." Locke said to her with a screw. "Is this what you are looking like of the Silver Hand Paladin?"

"What's wrong? Can't get used to it? I love it! Bridget grinned, "I'm a herald and not your guard, why do you stand so neatly?" Besides, who said that the Silver Hand should not sit like this? What do you prescribe? ”

"Also, don't compare me to your Noris. I can't compare, and I can't compare! Bridget pouted and said, "I'm me, she's her, we're different!" ”

"Whatever you want, I really can't understand how your father would let you come to the Fifth Legion!" Locke turned around helplessly.

What should the general mean by letting her come, to hone her temperament? Or can you talk to your peers?

As far as Locke knew, Bridget Abydis's mother had left them since she was a child, and his father, Abydis Sr., had been raising her alone, she had never felt her mother's love as a child, she had been raised by her father and his men, had been living with men, and had been doted on by her father, until now she had become this temper.

Usually acts like a female man.,And the temper is also bad.。

Maybe the general asked her to come to the Fifth Army because he wanted her to change her personality.

Having figured this out, Locke ignored her, a poor girl.

Locke looked down at the map on the table, expecting the voice he remembered to arrive sooner, which he hadn't heard for days.

There is no need to think about whether this matter is wrong or not, and now we have to think about how to keep things from getting worse.

Just as Locke was looking at the map in a daze, Norris had already arrived outside the barracks.

Norris arrived at the door of the Fifth Legion with a third of the Second Legion's scouts. Here, a lieutenant greeted them.

"Captain Norris, please follow me."

The lieutenant stopped her, saluted, and said.

On Noris's body, her sergeant-major robe had been replaced by a non-commissioned officer's robe, which had reached the highest rank of non-commissioned officer.

In Lordaeron's history, there have been very few Master Chiefs, let alone a High Elf who has received this honor.

Now, even the Major would be polite when he saw Noris.

Norris turned over and dismounted, pulling the reins of the horse in his hand, and the scouts behind him dismounted, all of them looking around.

"Captain Norris, your location is over here." The lieutenant guided, "Your horses are placed in the stables outside the barracks, this area belongs to you, now please go to the corps headquarters and report to the corps commander." ”

After the lieutenant finished the guidance, he left the place and continued to go to the door to carry out his duties.

"Go pick your room, remember! Don't have any arguments. Noris's blue eyes stared at the scouts behind him, and the scene fell silent for a while, "Now, all the brothers and sisters living here are our scout wing, if you have any grievances in the past, after entering this room, don't mention it again, if I find out that someone is wantonly breaking the rules, then it's good." ”

Nollis flashed a dagger in her palm, she weighed it, and then threw it out, the cold dagger, stuck in the forehead of the wooden dummy outside the barracks.

"That's what happens to those who don't obey the rules." Norris's azure eyes swept around, "I'll have the entire Scout Wing soldiers use those who disobey the rules as training stakes!" ”

"Now! Disband! ”

The scouts scattered in all directions, carrying their weapons on their backs, rushing to the nearest barracks, trying to find a comfortable bed.

"Haha, Mario! We live in a piece! Millers shouted and rushed to the nearest house. On his chest, the recruit robe had been replaced by a corporal's.

"No, I don't want to share a room with you, your snoring is too loud when you sleep!" Scarface shook his head.

"Well, even if I snore, I want to learn something from you." Millers stopped and said helplessly.

"You go find a room, and we'll sleep in the next bed." Scarface responded with a smile.

Millers swooped to the nearest house, where there were more than two dozen beds and a door on the left and right, and Millers hurried to the middle bed, first throwing some of the clothes he had with him.

"Hey, brother, I've already occupied this bed!" A corporal pulled Millers by the shoulder, then pointed to a book on it.

"Okay, I'm changing it then." Millers hurriedly returned his things to the bed opposite.

"I'm sorry, but this bed is also occupied."

The corporal was still smiling.

"Where's this?" Millers asked, a little angry, pointing to the bed next to him.

"It's the same!"

"Where are the available beds?" Millers asked with an angry laugh.

"Whoa!" The corporal pointed to the two beds at the door, "There is no one there, you can live there!" ”

The location of the door, generally sleeping at night, not to mention, will always be affected by others entering and exiting, is not a good location.

"I said, boy, do you want to be beaten? You don't even have anything on top of these beds, and you say you're standing? Millers threw down his clothes and rolled up his sleeves.

"What, little man, do you want to fight?" The corporal laughed playfully.

"Hit it! Who is afraid of you! Come! Millers' face instantly turned red as if he had drunk too much.

At this time, a pair of hands grabbed him, and he looked back to see that it was Scarface.

"Corporal, which regiment are you from?" Scarface asked with a tight face.

"Hello Sergeant, I'm the Third Legion!" The corporal saluted.

"The Third Legion? So how did you come to the Fifth Legion? Scarface raised his eyebrows, "Get all these things out of yours, this is the Fifth Legion!" Not the Third Legion! ”

The corporal choked suddenly, he was choked by his own inertia and speechless.

"Why are you dumb? Our captain told you to throw your legion's stuff out! Millers jumped up and put it on, and looked at him playfully.

"No... Sergeant, I didn't mean that, I'm also from the Fifth Legion! The corporal bowed his head and confessed. I just made a slip of the tongue! I mean, I used to be in the Third Legion. ”

"Alright, don't say any more." Scarface interrupted him. "Pack your stuff, we'll only need two beds!"

"This...."The corporal hesitated, after all, the words of a sergeant were not something he could easily deny.

"Captain, you'd better wait for our captain to come, and then talk about it." The corporal said with an embarrassed face.

"Who!? Who's going to stand in my bed!? A voice came in from outside.

The corporal was visibly relieved.

Scarface turned his head, and a sergeant walked in with a couple of soldiers.

"Oh? Is your name written on it? Scarface asked, pointing to the bed.

The sergeant looked at Scarface and walked to the bed, then he crouched down and took out a dagger and engraved a name.

"Look! Isn't that the name? ”

The sergeant looked at Scarface triumphantly.

"Oh? I see! Scarface nodded in realization, and then he picked up the dagger and engraved his name on the two beds next door, one his, one Millers'.

"Alright, the matter is perfectly solved!"

"Sgt., is there anything else you have to say?" Scarface looked at him indifferently.

"I think you're going to get beaten!" The sergeant said with an angry look on his face.

Scarface took off his battle robe and threw it to Millers, then took off his armor and said in just his shirt and short sleeves.

"Come on, don't waste time. Don't let the Wing Captain come back and see it, it's not good. Scarface shook his neck and moved his arms.

The sergeant's face suddenly became ugly, and he felt that he had met a madman. Originally, it was just a bickering, just talk about it, but I didn't expect to meet someone who really wanted to do it!

As a scout, if he was asked to assassinate and spy on intelligence, he would definitely be good at it. But if he is allowed to fight alone with this stout guy with a scar on his face, I am afraid it will be very difficult.

But the few soldiers around him were all soldiers in his squad, and if he really confessed it, he was afraid that he would not be able to raise his head.

The sergeant gritted his teeth and took off his robe and armor, while the surrounding soldiers excitedly moved the beds next to them, making room for the two sergeants to fight in the middle.

"Does anyone want to gamble? I'm the banker! Now the odds are 1 to 2" The soldiers around him also started a gamble.

"Hey, Sergeant Mario, I'm optimistic about you." Millers smiled and cheered. Then he turned to the soldier and said, "I'll press Sergeant Mario for a silver coin!" ”

"Wait for the money!" Mario replied with a crooked neck.

"Hey! Brat! You look down on me too much! The sergeant retorted, shouting at the soldier, "I'll press myself 10 silver coins!" ”

"Alright, Captain, I hope you still have money, you owe me almost 20 silver coins." The soldier complained.

Millers laughed when he heard this.

"Shut up!" The sergeant rebuked his face. "I'll give it to you when I'm done!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up! A soldier on the side coaxed.

Scarface holds his right fist in his jaw and his left hand is outstretched, and he hooks his hand at the opposite side.

"Come on"

The sergeant didn't move, he took a boxing stance, carefully staring at Scarface's movements.

Suddenly, he punched forward and went straight to Scarface's door.

Scarface slammed his left hand to the left, blocking his right fist. He smashed his right fist out!

Just then, a shout came from the door.

"What are you doing?"

Oops! At this time the voice of the co-captain!