"I thought you were sending the sinners." After the kid named Messel was assigned to the company, Commissar Verit shook hands with Marin: "Welcome back to the North, Your Excellency Marin, your reputation has spread to the North recently. ”

"Maybe it's the so-called name tree shadow, I don't really want to be so high-profile." Marin smiled and shook hands with him, and then saluted the middle-aged man who walked over: "Your Excellency Division Commander Artav Ivanovich." ”

"It's surprising that Lord Marin still remembers my name." The obviously old man smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Marin: "Speaking of which, when I heard the herald mention your name, I came over immediately. ”

"I'm here today to teach a stinky boy a lesson, a kid of his age can't tell what a game is and what a battlefield is, so I decided to let him see the battlefield with his own eyes."

Marin shook hands with the division commander, then looked at him: "Can you tell me about the next combat mission?" ”

Then, under the introduction of Atave, Marin heard a not-so-good news.

The friendly forces on the front line have been facing a chaotic flood of attacks lately, and the divisions on the northern front line have suffered heavy losses, and twelve divisions, including the 17th Infantry Division, have had to cancel their vacations, and as soon as they arrived at this forward base today, they were given the task of going north with their allies to the front line.

To Marin's ears, the current front line is like a black hole, and any division throws its flesh into it like throwing flesh and blood into a mill.

And for any division of the Northern Army, it was as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Fight, cripple, retreat and repair, then continue the fight.

That's the life they're facing.

"Then it looks like I'm here at the right time, your marksman, how many squads are there?"

"Seventeen teams of three, they are our richest treasures, Your Excellency." At the mention of this, His Excellency the Division Commander and His Excellency the Political Commissar looked proud: "In the past few years, they have eliminated hundreds of Chaos Spell Casters, and we even need to build a separate loot room to store those Chaos skulls, each of them has obtained at least three skulls to sacrifice to the Lord of Justice, and basically have the short sequence of the Marksman as a supplement. ”

"That's great, I didn't have my gun ready today, so do you have a gun here?" Marin doesn't have high requirements for guns, as long as there is no problem with them, and as for bullets, he can make them on the spot.

"Yes, we have fifteen spare guns purchased from your workshop."

Since he had a gun, Marin immediately went to their warehouse to choose one, and after some adjustments, Marin walked out of the warehouse with this short-barreled precision marksman rifle.

There's no way, if you're small, you're at a loss, although it's not a problem to get a guy with a long barrel with his strength, but no matter where you are, a guy who is too big also represents a more obvious goal, and Marin can't stupidize himself to death.

"By the way, Lord Marin, what about that kid [tick]." Commissar Verit asked.

"You can arrange it, let him casually follow a second-line company, and feel the low-intensity battlefield atmosphere." Marin replied - although he didn't care about life or death, it was impossible for Marin to really return a corpse to the God of War Church.

"Are you still considerate?" The two division commanders and the commissar laughed.

Marin smiled a little helplessly, and told the two of them why he committed the crime in his own hands: "Although this kid behaves perversely, the young branch of the World Tree thinks that his crime is not dead, so I prepared such a battlefield trip for him, just to let him understand that what he hurt in the game is a companion who may throw himself into this purgatory like him in the future." ”

“…… You're still merciful, if this kid had been in our army, he would have been shot long ago. His Excellency Commissar Verit shook his head and sighed as he pulled out his holster.

"You're good at this?"

"No, the work of shooting deserters and stabbing heads is usually the work of the regimental commander and the regimental commissar below." Speaking of this, His Excellency Verit patted his chest: "I am a believer in the Church of Justice, and I am usually responsible for secret confessions. ”

"That's a chore, the big-headed soldiers like to say everything in their confessions, I went to listen to it once, and the things that the big-headed soldiers muttered and said felt the same as the suffering I suffered when I was promoted to the sixth of the ladder, and those guys could complain that they even had a piece of meat less than the others, and poor Verit had to comfort them every time he heard it." His Excellency the division commander sighed when he said this: "I'm not saying that those boys are bad, it's just that they can complain in this way, no wonder the confession time is that each of our divisions needs three months to confess once before the second confession." ”

"I don't think it's anything, the soldiers in this difficult battlefield environment, if they can vent their grievances, that's a very good thing, Artave, if you think so, you can get confession and comfort, and the soldiers won't have too many distractions in the battle."

"I understand, you are a good gentleman, the chief commissars of other divisions are all rushing to shoot deserters, only you release this task down."

"I can understand what the boys who are deserters for their lives think, who can not fear death, but I can't let my hands get their blood because they may have confessed to me the other day, and I can't be a listener and break the head of the complainer."

The two big men argued here, and it seemed that no one could convince anyone, so they looked at Marin at the same time: "Your Excellency, what do you think?" ”

"Why don't you tell the soldiers what they're fighting for?" Marin looked at the two in front of him: "Deserters are here to survive, have you ever told them that if everyone is a deserter, who will protect this world, and who will protect their relatives and friends in the rear, Lord Verit, you should organize a large-scale speech for the soldiers every week, so that the soldiers understand that they are not staff members who come to receive salaries, they are here to protect each other's relatives with countless people like them." ”

Speaking of which, Marin felt that the political commissar of Verit was really too weak, but after thinking about it, he was also full of food and support, and talked about bittersweet memories with these steampunk people from another world.

"Huh...... It seems that we can try, but as a royal legion, it is most correct for us to be loyal to Your Majesty. Lord Verit said, holding his chin in one hand.

"Then you might try to talk to the soldiers about how to be loyal and patriotic." Marin smiled, then noticed that a herald jumped out of the locomotive: "Your Excellency Division Commander Artave! The military department ordered you to leave half an hour early! ”

"Ah, I see, our allies are still changing their outfits, aren't they, poor fellows, probably not going to use the breech-loading rifles that were just issued to them." Atav smiled and nodded: "I understand, please tell the Excellencies of the Military Department that our 17th Division will set off immediately." ”

Sending off the heralds, Marin heard new information from the two of them that the divisions of the Ingmar Free Territory were currently receiving their old breech-loading rifles from the Sidney Union.

For the soldiers of Sidney's Union, the new rear-loading rifle has a larger magazine, better rifling, a better borehole, and better operability - the new gun was copied by Marlin after the British's Lee Enfield SMLE No.4 MKI, and he and the dwarves completed the accuracy optimization of the use of ruler boreholes, corrected the bayonet mount that was not easy to use, and the Sidney military was full of praise for this, and bought the blueprints of the gun from Marin, and the military factory is still bursting production capacity for this reason - This new rifle is now becoming the best new musket in the eyes of the northern kingdoms, including the kingdom of Kalam, and Marin gave his old father-in-law a trick, asking them to purchase a certain amount and then authorize the production, and take a certain amount of profit from each gun, so the nobles of the Ministry of Commerce regarded Marin as if he had already made it.

The importance of the old breech-loading rifles has plummeted in the minds of Sidney's commanders, but these old goods are like divine soldiers in the eyes of the Ingmar Free Leader's big soldiers, Marin discussed with you and decided to give away all these old guns for free - if they are dismantled, they can only be used as scrap metal, it is better to give them to Ingmar Liberty Collar, not only in exchange for their sincere gratitude, but also to tie them to the chariot of Sidney's union - the northern defense line is now close to the central provinces of the Ingmar Empire, The war has never been so good, and everyone in Sidney is a little cautious, but on the issue of fewer deaths of their own, everyone's opinion is unprecedented.

If the Ingmar Free Leader's Leader kills one more Chaos soldier, the Sydney United's Leader's Soldier may be able to kill one less.

"Looks like we're coming to an end of chatting, Lord Marin, are you going to ride in my car, or are you going to ride in Verit's car." Commander Atafu asked.

Marin has a different opinion on this: "How do your shooting teams usually approach the front line? ”

"They have their own small locomotives, and they hunt freely in groups of three, and this time it will be the same."

"That's great, I'm going to do it too."

Marlin made a decision, as for whether he would step on the accelerator...... Ha, with three World Tree twigs in hand, if this little thing can't be done, then Marin also feels that living is really a boring thing.

Then Marin saw the small locomotive in their mouths - it was a near-naked engine with a fuel tank, a saddle, two small wheels in the front and large in the rear, and handlebars that could be lifted and retracted.

"Will you?" His Excellency Ataf is still a little worried.

In this regard, Marlin jumped on this 'locomotive' and turned the accelerator, and the little thing rushed directly out of the maintenance area, Marin operated it around in front of him, and then stopped in front of him: "That's it." ”