"Hey, Captain, good morning. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Major Paul, the co-commander of Wing A, followed in full gear, "Can you tell me what good it is for us to keep running every morning?" ”

The weight of this tower shield reached more than 70 kilograms, plus the officer armor on Locke's body, the overall weight reached more than 400 kilograms, which is enough to be called a strong man if he could wear such a heavy thing and bring so many weapons and equipment in the earth era. And in Azeroth, this is not much of a problem for the soldiers who have inspired the power of flesh and blood.

"Is it good? A lot. Locke trotted, beads of sweat already beginning to appear on his forehead.

"This keeps our body in a state of tension at all times. When we fight, we can maximize the power of our bodies. In the same way, it also trains our endurance, allowing us to walk farther and run faster when we are fighting in armor. That's why we wear armor every day. ”

The sound of running came from behind Locke, and more and more people listened to the sound.

"Yo roar~ I'm here!"

A rhyming soprano came from a distance, and Locke didn't even have to turn his head to know who it was, and there was no one else but Bridget for such an iconic voice.

Since the beginning of the three wars, the Scourge has conquered Lordaeron, and a large number of Lordaeron men have been killed in battle in the Tirisfaring Glades and various parts of Lordaeron. Resistance groups throughout the kingdom of Lordaeron have also begun to recruit women into the army.

In the past, women who could only weave in the fields and at home and work as maids for the nobles gradually walked on the front line of the fight against natural disasters.

In the Crusaders, the ratio of female soldiers was 4:6, and four out of every 10 soldiers were women. These previously effeminate women burst out with great enthusiasm in the battle against natural disasters. They joined the army with the belief of avenging their children, husbands, and parents, and were active in various frontlines of the battle against natural disasters, and also soothed the mental wounds caused by the soldiers' long-term battles under certain conditions.

The most representative of the leading women in the crusaders was Bridget Abydis.

As the daughter of a great general, she was pampered from an early age. Living in a military aristocratic family also made her receive a completely different education from other aristocratic women. She advocates fighting, she aspires to fight like a man, and she admires that women are not necessarily worse than men. Therefore, she always likes to compete with other officers and soldiers, which makes people helpless, especially after joining the Silver Hand.

Perhaps because of the talent, when she was only 18 years old, she had already realized the talent of the Holy Light, and even joined the Silver Hand under the introduction of her father. Since then, the young paladins in the Silver Hand have become his target, and she has been tortured by her, and she has gradually established the status of the first sister in the Silver Hand.

Therefore, when Bridget, who is 21 years old this year, knew that there was such a paladin who was particularly outstanding in all aspects in the Crusaders, and who was younger than himself, he inevitably set his sights on Locke.

Because she sensed that this guy named Locke threatened her position, and she was just as happy that she had found a new toy. This was especially true when Locke became the commander of the Fifth Legion, for which she begged her father, General Abydis Sr., to let him come to the Fifth Legion.

The old General Abydis, who doted on his daughter, of course, could not stop his daughter's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so he agreed to her. But he was afraid that she would go crazy and no one would care, and he was afraid that she would be in danger, so he asked his daughter to be Locke's herald. Now he was quiet, and his daughter was satisfied, and he found someone to see her daughter, and the old General Abidis was very happy.

Bridget, who came to the Fifth Legion, was of course very happy, because now Locke was first, and she was second. No one will dare to say anything to her, and no one will go and say anything to her.

Of course, her interest had changed now, and instead of bothering other soldiers and officers, she was looking specifically for Locke's sore feet. After learning about the scandal between Locke and Sally and the elf Norris, she followed Locke every day with great interest, and as long as Locke did anything, she would follow to see it.

"Hehe, you guys got up so early!" Bridget also chased after her, carrying a tower shield about her height, and she greeted the running crowd.

Locke turned his head and glanced at her, and found that the girl's face was still hazy, and she didn't look like she had washed it. His brown-red hair was tied up with a rope casually, and his single ponytail hung down on the shield behind his back, and he was smirking silly.

Locke twisted his head back, and there was a burst of stealing joy in his heart, this stupid girl was really consumed with herself, and she had to mix everything.

However, there are really few girls like her who don't care about her image, I'm afraid it's the first female man in the other world.

"Do you run here every day?" Bridget gradually squeezed to Locke's side, and Major Paul hurriedly vacated his place, he didn't want to touch the woman's head.

"You can join in, Bridget." Locke looked at the target in front of him and said, "This is a training to improve your mastery of strength. ”

"Wow! Locke, why didn't you tell me sooner? Bridget let out a startled cry, then she stared at Locke's mouth and said, "That's why you're strong?" When will we try it? See who's stronger? ”

"There's time, Bridget." Locke glanced at her, then continued, "Now, shut your mouth, do you want to eat some dust in your mouth?" ”

After dozens of laps, Locke finished his morning exercise, and the rest of the officers left. Locke returned to his room, took off his armor and wiped the sweat from his body, and briefly rinsed it with cold water.

The cold winter moon had already arrived, and the breath exhaled by the people was white, and Locke stood naked in front of the door to take a shower, and he didn't feel the cold at all.

Locke admired in his heart, this is the benefit of being powerful.

After breakfast, Locke sat in a daze in the corps headquarters, everything that could be done was assigned by him, and now the fifth legion only needs to operate step by step, there are really situations that other wing commanders can't handle, and the person in charge will come to report to him.

Behind him, Bridget leaned back against her chair, its two front feet off the ground, her legs crossed on the table, the chair bobbing up and down with the strength of her legs.

Locke glanced back at her, looking at her sitting position helplessly.

Ever since the last time he said that Bridget should pay attention to his image once, he has been remembered by Bridget, and as long as there is no one here, Bridget just sits and dangles in front of him.

Locke secretly gritted his teeth and said in his heart, when I become the home of the crusaders, I will replace all the plate armor of all female officers with skirt armor!

Keep your thighs crossed in front of me!

Then Locke thought of that scene and laughed.

"It's definitely not a good thing to look at the obscene way you laugh." Bridget lay on the chair and squinted at him, "Come and tell my sister to hear it~"

Hum! Locke snorted in his heart, after learning Locke's age, Bridget kept asking Locke to call him brother in private, there was no way to make Locke's body 3 years younger than her.

Locke couldn't help but complain in his heart, my real age scares you to death when I say it! With the combined age of two lifetimes, you can call your father a brother!

"Inspector, do you have a problem?" The voice of the guard outside the door came in, and Bridget sat up straight, and sat there honestly with a small notebook, just like the two of them just now.

"I'm going to inform the Legion Commander, and I'll just say that I have something to ask the Legion Commander to decide."

After a while, the guard at the door knocked on the door and walked in.

"Legion Commander, Inspector Pastor Shiloh, I want to see you." The guards came in and asked.

"Please let her in!" He stood up and commanded.

Soon the guards went out and gave instructions to Inspector Shiloh.

Originally, all officers could enter and leave the legion headquarters at will without notification, but after the elf girl Norris became the captain of the guard squadron, this decision was changed. She believes that this will create a destabilizing factor for the security of the corps commander. Therefore, after that, no matter who enters or leaves, they must first be notified by the guards.

Soon, Inspector Shiloh walked in with a piece of black bread in his hand, and Locke looked at her suspiciously.

"Legion Commander, it's like this, there are some things I need to talk to you about in advance." Inspector Shiloh strode forward, and she handed the brown bread to Locke.

Locke tossed the black bread up and down, picked it up and sniffed it.

"What is this?" Locke asked, confused.

"That's right, we don't have so many cooks in the Fifth Legion, and the corps commander said that you want to make the grain into pies, but we won't be able to make it for a while, there are too many processes." Shiloh looked at Locke's expression and continued, "Anyway, it's all eaten by people, and black bread can be eaten. So I took it upon myself to have the chefs make all the grain into brown bread. Captain, you see..."

Shiloh looked up at Locke, and the rest of the words were no longer spoken.

Locke looked at the black bread in his hand, and to be honest, he hadn't eaten black bread since he came to this world. He'd only heard about it, and watched other refugees eat it, and remembered that it didn't taste good, but it was very nutritious. He squeezed it hard, and found that the black bread was indeed very hard.

Locke picked up the 40-centimeter-long, round-shaped black bread and struck it with a wave of his hand, even bringing a whistling sound in the air.

He vigorously picked off a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it. It's as sweet as chocolate, a little bitter but it doesn't matter, it's just too hard, but it's absolutely fine for soldiers to eat, it's even more reliable than pies!

"This thing is good! It's just too hard. Locke muttered to Shiloh as he ate the bread in his mouth.

Shiloh breathed a sigh of relief, she was afraid that this thing would not be approved by the noble-born legion commander.

"Excellent! It's good, the only trouble is that you need to use a knife to cut it when you eat, but that's not a problem. Locke affirmed.