"Delicious !!" Marx picked up a string of oily dragon meat skewers, ignored the hot mouth, took a big bite of the dragon meat, chewed it twice, took a sip of wine, and shouted loudly.

The taste of this dragon meat is different from the taste of all the meat that Marx has eaten before, it is simply indescribable, and can only be described by the most simple and simple words 'delicious'.

With Marx's movements, the team members, who were already hungry, seemed to have received an order, and immediately moved, eating meat and drinking wine, so happy.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!!" Marx held a wine glass and clinked glasses with the players, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Gulping down all kinds of dishes made from the meat of Tyrannosaurus rex, Marx felt that his tongue was about to be swallowed.

Not only Marx, but all the team members are like this, you can use gobbling up and wind-swept clouds to describe the appearance of everyone's eating, and everyone seems to be robbing when eating.

The dishes prepared by everyone were quickly eaten, but the people who were not enjoying it directly turned the dragon slaying banquet into an open-air barbecue.

Directly from the body of the Tyrannosaurus rex, cut a large piece of meat, cut into small pieces, still bleeding, and throw it on the iron plate to roast, this is the fastest cooking.

Even, some players like medium-rare and medium-rare players, regardless of the bleeding, they send it directly to their mouths, and others eat steak, they eat dragon steak.

However, Marx did not have such a good appetite, he preferred to eat fully cooked.

Moreover, after Marx ate more than a dozen catties of dragon meat, his stomach swelled, and he was already full and could no longer eat

But Marx did not leave, he still sat there, he did not grab dragon meat with other team members, but took a glass of wine, chatted with the team members, and talked about the mountains.

People say, how can you make men who are not familiar with you quickly become familiar and get closer to the relationship between the two parties, the best answer is to drink, especially drinking while eating barbecue.

As the saying goes, there is nothing that can't be solved by one barbecue, and if one meal doesn't work, then two.

After all, Marx and the team members met, today is only the second day, and during the day, they still fight each other, and some unpleasant things happen.

The relationship between the two sides is actually very rusty, but after this dragon slaying banquet, everyone eats meat together, eats a few glasses of wine, talks about the mountains, and pulls calves, and the relationship between the two sides is immediately pulled in.

The unhappiness of the day was also left behind, and the hearts of the team members gradually accepted Marx as the captain and no longer regarded him as an outsider.

"This kid, don't worry about ......the colonel at all," and Rollin looked at all this and smiled, Marx was much better than Colonel Barussi expected.

Dinner time was soon over, and after hastily cleaning up, except for the person in charge of tonight's patrol vigil, the rest of the team members who had eaten and drunk enough went to sleep.

"Brother Rollin." Rollin didn't sleep, he sat by the campfire, threw the wood into the campfire, watched the flames sway, didn't know what he was thinking, Marx came over with two bottles of wine.

Marx sat next to Rollin and handed Rollin a bottle of wine in his hand, who took the wine, unscrewed it and took a sip.

"Brother Rollin, you... How did you become a Ranger? While the two were drinking and talking, Marx asked a little hesitantly, but very curiously.

Marx remembered that Colonel Barussi had told him that Rollin had been a colonel before, and that he was at the same level as Violet and Barussy, so how could he join the Rangers, and his rank was even lower than that of a major.

"That's a long story, to put it simply, it has something to do with my fucking personality..."Rollin didn't shy away from anything, didn't treat his past as a scar, and talked about his past while drinking.

Luo Lin used to be a person from the northern base, he was a major, and there were many people under him, and he had great achievements.

Before joining the Red Ribbon Legion, he was a farmer, but in this chaotic world, he killed a local rich landlord and became a murderer, and then he fell into the grass and joined the Red Ribbon Legion.

He has an upright personality, he can act with jealousy and hatred, and he is also the first to do things, and he soon climbed up one level at a time.

But everyone knows that the ass determines the environment, and when your position is high to a certain extent, the shit that you usually don't want to pay attention to will take the initiative to find you.

Luo Lin became a colonel, and in the northern base, he is also a colonel with a name and a surname, and there are many people who have found Luo Lin, basically a human relationship, those bends and bends of the snake and the snake.

For example, how many people are inserted into the team through the back door, or who to assign credit for the task, etc.

Luo Lin's personality is upright, and he is not a politician, he is very unaccustomed to this kind of thing, and he will basically refuse, especially when it comes to taking credit, Luo Lin is the most unaccustomed to it.

But this world is a muddy water, and it is impossible for you to be alone with others and be a piece of clear water alone.

Others are all in love, mingling, forming a network, only Luo Lin does not interact with them, isolated, will naturally provoke some people's unhappiness, and they have something to ask Luo Lin to help, but Luo Lin refused, which offended them even more.

As a result, it is conceivable that Luo Lin, a big old man with an upright personality, is okay to command the war on the battlefield, but at the political level, things can withstand the calculations and traps that others have united.

Luo Lin kept 'making mistakes', it was okay once or twice, he had his previous exploits, but there were too many times, he was demoted again and again, and he fell from the colonel to the military Cao, if he went down again, he would be an ordinary big soldier.

And Rollin was also kicked out of the northern base and expelled to the Ranger Regiment, but was taken by Colonel Barusi at a glance and became Colonel Barusi's adjutant, and they went on missions everywhere together.

"To be honest, I still like the life of a ranger, my personality is not suitable for staying in that room, and a group of staff officers who have not been on the battlefield a few times, commanding battles on the sand table or something."

"Compared to that kind of life, I prefer real knives and guns, and fight head-on with people." Rollin took a sip of his wine.

Rollin was a warrior, a warrior who was supposed to be on the battlefield, office life was not for him, he would only become a victim of politics, Marx thought to himself.

"You're going to climb up in the future, don't follow my fucking personality, I believe you, you're going to change us Rangers, you're going to change our Red Ribbon Legion..."

"Poof, what nonsense am I talking about, it seems that I really drank too much, and went back to sleep, oh, by the way, I won't forget the wine, you have to pay me two cases of wine..."Rollin said, standing up and stumbling and almost falling.

"Don't help me, I can stand firm..."Rollin broke free from Marx's support.