Standing in front of the trench to determine the battlefield, Baron Bona held a pen in one hand and a cardboard in the other, and his assistant was measuring the length of the trench.

"The seven survivors of the 17th Company of the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the 17th Division all said that it was His Excellency Marin who protected this trench for two days and two nights." Another assistant held the testimonial report, and he flipped through the papers: "This is unrealistic, Your Excellency, a mortal, even if he is a child of silver blood, a five-ring mage, but he cannot guard this line of defense without sleep for two days. ”

Baron Bona did not answer, but watched as the workers responsible for picking up the bullet casings carried barrels full of bullet casings to the trenches.

The baron walked up to the barrels, crouched down, and pulled out a 12-gauge cartridge case from a barrel with a slightly deflected firing mark on the bottom of the brass case.

He took a few more rounds of shells and found that the firing mark had a very standard cross mark - a cross firing pin, which was the standard firing pin in the southern coastal area represented by Fort Carter.

Return the shells of these shotguns and single-headed shells to the barrel.

The baron took some more 9mm cartridges, these were rifle cartridges, they were standard bullets for the new bolt rifle.

The assistants also thought that it was impossible for a man to use a bolt rifle for two days and two nights in a row—in fact, the baron would have thought so, if not for the semi-automatic musket.

The all-metal butt, like a mace, felt that this thing was given to the giants, and they would definitely use it as a hammer instead of a musket. He saw that the chief commissar of the 17th Division had somewhat awkwardly pulled open the magazine cover, then carefully put the double-row bridge clips in, and then carefully released his hand.

The baron was a little unimpressed when he heard that this thing would accidentally snap his finger, but when the bullet board quickly returned to its place, he had to start thinking about whether this thing would actually snap his finger.

And then...... I have to admit that this is indeed the case.

If he is not careful, he will indeed get his fingers pinched, and it is even possible to clip his fingers.

But in the next shot, he felt the superiority of the new semi-automatic musket in terms of firepower.

One such rifle was enough to suppress the charge of an infantry squad and kill them at least two hundred yards away.

The only problem is this thing...... It was too expensive, and the baron had asked the repairmen in the army who were not too sure how much the musket would cost, but they all said that it would take at least a few hundred man-hours for them to make it by hand.

And in terms of maintenance, I am afraid that it is also the most headache, without a mold, any musket is more like a work of art than a mass-produced weapon, and the matching rate of the parts made by the craftsmen themselves is even more capable of any neurasthenic patient in the logistics department to go to the point of no return.

And they are capable of hitting at least five bridges per minute.

This is achieved on the premise of ensuring the accuracy of shooting within 100 yards, including the reload time.

If you let a shooter who is skilled in using it use it, you can add an eight-shot bridge clip.

With a suppressed shot within fifty yards, the shooter would be able to empty a magazine in less than three seconds – which would require a Hercules to suppress its recoil, of course, as well as a sturdy enough body.

The commissar couldn't have done it anyway, and the giant shooter couldn't have reached into the trigger ring and pulled the trigger - it was too small for a normal human to use, but to the giant, it was more of a toy.

"There are still a lot of bullet casings here, Your Excellency, I think there is no doubt that at least the survivors' confessions about His Excellency Marin fired enough bullets in two days and two nights, because beyond that, we don't have any news of reinforcements, and from the shells found so far, almost all the firing pin traces are cross-type, and a very small number of pin firing pin traces are also the general firing pins of the Seventeenth Division." The assistant who looked up from the sea of bullet casings looked at the baron and said.

"But judging from the situation at the scene, it seems that His Excellency Marin needs four pairs of arms to be able to shoot so many bullet casings in two days and two nights, and his shoulder has not been comminuted, which is a very tempting question."

The assistant beside the baron remained suspicious.

"I've heard that Lord Marlin has twigs of the World Tree, and I've confirmed in my usual investigations that transcendents like plant manipulators have their activating branches use muskets." The assistant who had measured the length of the trench walked over: "The World Tree Twigs are completely sane, they are countless times stronger than the Living Twigs, not to mention rifles, even shotguns should be operable, believe me, in a corridor, you would never want to meet a World Tree Twig and the shotgun it controls." ”

"But even if you add the twigs of the World Tree, it's not enough." The assistant who was handling the bullet casings stood up, and he patted his back: "By the way, I heard that Your Excellency Marin has two World Tree twigs, and I think that's pretty much it." ”

"Two?" The assistant who was holding the testimony flipped through the paper in his hand, and then looked up at his colleagues: "According to the testimonies of all the survivors, they all said that His Excellency Marin has three World Tree twigs. ”

The baron gasped, "The last time a Saint had three World Tree twigs...... When did it come? ”

"No saint has ever owned three World Tree twigs." The surveying assistant who was proficient in theology shook his head: "The last time he had two branches of the World Tree was the Patriarch of the northern sect, although he was not a believer in the Church of Justice, but because he acted brightly and upright, he was loved by the God of Justice, and he received two branches in his life. ”

"Then I now have a question, who is the one of the Lord Marin?" The assistant beside the baron asked.

"Ten pieces of Mowis will definitely not be an illegitimate child." After speaking, the baron reached out and patted his assistant on the head: "Also, the next time you look for a short meeting, don't get so close to me." ”

"I think this topic is too arrogant, so ...... Midamaiah! How many Chaos Corpses are there! "The surveyor's assistant crawled out of the trench, and he looked ahead.

The baron then looked up, and then he saw a mountain of corpses in front of him, dense with chaotic corpses being carried away by carts and carts, but more than that, the disgusting flesh that had been burned by the pyrotechnics was shoveled onto the carts.

"I can't even point it, we've already transported at least thirty trucks!" The assistant in the hazmat suit turned to look at his companions, while holding a Chaos skull in his hand: "See, priest's skull, I can pick one up by lowering my body, this thing can sell for at least a thousand Movis in the southern sacrificial market, and here, they are thrown here like garbage." ”

"No, these are also the property of His Excellency Marin, but he left them to the Seventeenth Division, he is a very good young man, if I have a suitable daughter, I will definitely let her pursue him madly."

The baron and his assistants turned around and saw His Excellency the General walking over, and they all took off their hats: "Your Excellency." ”

"If the Chaos were still in front of me, I would definitely send you all to the camp of atonement." The old man shook his head: "On the battlefield, the Chaos marksmen will prioritize shooting those who receive the salute, don't you guys have received battlefield training when they come from the rear?" ”

The baron and his assistants shook their heads in unison.

"Then I'd better keep a certain distance from you, and besides, don't salute anyone with a higher rank or rank than you, if someone dies because of your etiquette, I will definitely find someone to shoot you with black guns, stinky boys."

After saying that, the old man found a foxhole in the proud field, he jumped into it, and then sat down: "I really miss this thing, it was in this kind of small pit back then that the chaos was opposite, you guys, how the hell is the investigation." ”

"We haven't agreed on some small issues yet." The baron spoke first.

The assistant beside him picked up the topic: "We don't think it is possible for His Excellency Marin to shoot tens of thousands of bullets in two days and two nights. ”

"But we think that if Lord Marin really has three World Tree twigs, he will definitely be able to do it." The assistant, who was still holding a tape measure, added.

The old man was silent for a moment, then jumped out of the foxhole again, and he looked at them: "Does anyone else know your report?" ”

"No, Your Excellency." The baron instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

"Well, there are two choices now, one option is that you wrote in the battle report that this defense line was guarded by His Excellency Marin and the soldiers of the 19th Company of the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the 17th Division."

"But all the soldiers of the 19th Company died on the front two kilometers east of here."

"Yes, the last of them died there." After speaking, His Excellency General pulled out the revolver on his waist: "Another option, you write truthfully, and then a group of Chaos Routs happened to pass by here, they killed them, and then they were killed by our guards...... Now, pick one. ”

Seeing the old man raise the revolver in his hand, the baron snatched the report from his assistants: "Your Excellency, your new confession is very important, and now I will take my assistants to supplement this information to our report." ”

"Very well, Baron Bona, I can often read your reports in the military newspapers, and I hope that a serious and responsible battlefield investigator like you can rise step by step in the future." The old general put down the revolver, he walked up to the baron, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Young man, do a good job, the future belongs to you." ”

The baron felt that his laughter at this moment must be more ugly than crying.

But he still smiled very hard: "I will work hard, thank Your Excellency the General for your kindness." ”

………………

Marin sent the news back to Fort Carter and began to fish.

Yesterday he fished behind the noble council, and he was a little puzzled by the vote of the nine dukes - you nine dukes are over five to four, why do you need those counts and their agents to stand up and speak, everyone's time is so rich, since what they say is not counted, then why let them speak.

Of course, Faye, who was in charge of bringing him, gave an answer to Marin's doubts - sometimes, one of the nine dukes would abstain from voting, and then, in a four-on-four situation, the counts' decision became the most important factor.

Marin only superficially agrees with this, and at the same time thinks that these guys are really boring, since they want to make the counts' decisions a decisive force, why let them vote first, and it is not because the dukes collude with each other to wash the votes - for example, a crucial vote, after knowing the number of votes of the earls first, the duke who voted last has a decisive advantage.

Of course, all this is just Marin's imagination, and from the point of view of performance, the relationship between the dukes is not good, but Marin still feels that these dukes are not as tense as they appear.

Of course, Marin had no proof, and he didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the nobles, because he felt that the Queen Manly would not like his curiosity, especially when the big cat said that, and he suddenly understood why the old lady hated him.

An uncontrolled princess husband with the support of multiple churches, and is extremely powerful in his own right, with the open support of the duke at home...... The most important thing is that this man is far better than the crown prince and the second prince, and in this unfortunate country, there will always be someone to take the bloodstained crown from the hands of the royal family who have been cut off from the bloodline.

You can't think of Lady Manly's crankiness as hysteria, for this kind of thing has been around since the United States of Sidney.

And although His Majesty Goethe has launched a sprint towards the legend, but his two princes were born to Manli in his middle age, these two princes are still the foundation of the Bronze People, although they can achieve legends more than ordinary transcendents, but ...... Marin wasn't really optimistic about them.

After all, their mother was just a ladder six.

Unless their blood is mutated, or their blood is flowing through Goethe's blood, otherwise, they have a slim chance of becoming a legend than their father.

And Marlin ...... The debate over whether he was the blood of silver or the son of gold never ceased, and she was afraid that she had already begun to guard against herself.

But Marin also has to admit that this lady's acting skills are good, during this time, he has never seen anything in her eyes that should not be seen, she is a loving mother and a good talkative lady, Marin sometimes feels that as long as he still has a little conscience, he should not take away the future of the child that this mother loves.

And the truth is, Marin didn't even think about doing that.

Even if one day Marin becomes the leader of this world, and all the innocent and extraordinary are gathered under his banner, he will not become an emperor or a king.

Marin Gayat, Guardian of Mortals, Guardian of Innocence, Everyone's ...... Protector of the Kingdom.

Because Marin has always believed in a word.

There are no gods, no emperors, and no coin-operated saviors in this world.

"Marin, don't be in a daze." The girl's cry took Marin out of his exclamation, and he glanced at himself in his glasses...... Didn't shrink anymore, that's good.

With this in mind, he walked to the gate and took the flat hat handed over by Faye: "Where are we going today?" ”

"Just Church, their archbishop has come with a letter saying that what you put them to fix last time has been completely repaired." Faye replied.

Marlin paused for a moment, then thought of the watch-like thing.

I forgot about it.