"Legion Commander's Order!"

The sound of the air-breaking herald completely shattered the tranquility of the Third Division of the Ninth Magic Tower, and this voice even pulled all the eyes of the still alive people in the entire Third Division.

The eyes of the night, staring at the map, were pulled hard against the herald.

And Fan Luntieen, the head of the third group, jumped up even more and looked at the figure rushing in.

"Report to Van Lentien Commander of the Third Division, Herm and Captain of the Fleet of Trick!"

"Read!"

Fan Luntieen looked at the familiar herald in front of him, trembled and took a sharp breath of turbid air, tried his best to control his emotions, and confided a word to him.

The word bears too much!

Not only did he expect Van Luntien, but also the attention of all the eight or nine hundred people alive under his command.

Whether it is heaven or hell is in the hands of the herald in front of him.

Fight accurately, fight well, he Fan Luntieen was promoted to the deputy commander of the Ninth Magic Tower, the rank of captain of ten thousand masters, if he doesn't fight well, he will pout in the position of commander for the rest of his life, who knows when and what month he can have such an opportunity, and the eight or nine hundred brothers under him are even more so, no one dislikes military merit and burns his hands.

On the battlefield, they don't have anything worth getting, only this, they all hang their heads on their waists and desperately change them, and as their boss, what he can do is to take these brothers to maximize their military achievements, which is the only thing he can do.

"Whoa!"

"Commendation Order:

The commander of the Commander of the General Corps of the Master of Jialan Mountain Pass, the deputy commander of the strategy, and the personal order of the Holy Master Otis!

At 7:45 a.m. on October 23, 23899, the Ninth Strategic Magic Tower of the Combat Readiness Mage Regiment of the Resident Army carried out a precise strategic spell strike on the enemy Mage Regiment, causing the defense cover of the enemy Mage Regiment to rupture and expose its position.

Submit to the commander of the Southeast Theater of Operations, the commander of the corps, the commander-in-chief of the strategy, the Holy Division Adonis, Curtis, and Grand Duke Chebman, and with approval, all members of the Ninth Strategic Magic Tower Department of the Permanent Army Combat Readiness Mage Regiment will be awarded a fourth-class Imperial Loyalty Medal, a fourth-class first-class Imperial Medal of Honor, and a fourth-class second-class Jingwei Medal, and hereby inform the entire Southeast Theater!

At 8:20 a.m. on October 23, 23899 in the Western French calendar, the awardees were all the members of the Ninth Strategic Magic Tower of the Combat Readiness Mage Regiment of the Jialan Mountain Pass, approved by: Adonis, Curtis, and Chebman. ”

"Grass! How is it .......?"

After Fan Luntieen heard this, he directly scolded, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, the strategic commander of the Southeast Theater was a saint master, and a big boss with the title of a first-class duke, which was simply something that a small person like him could scold, so he quickly stopped his mouth.

After hesitantly staring at the herald in front of him for a long time, he whispered to him, "Gone?"

The herald is also a dog, why does this commander like to ask this sentence so much, this is this sentence when he came in the afternoon to announce the order, and now it is this sentence again.

Three medals are not enough?

What's more, there are three fourth-class medals among them, which will only be issued in wartime, and if you want to get one, then you have to work hard!

Fight until you are either dead or half-disabled, and it is estimated that you can get a piece.

"It's gone!"

No matter how I didn't understand, the herald answered honestly.

Van Luntien was silent, this was a reward for the cannon in the main eye of the magic tower just now, and it should be said to be a reward for his boss Hem and Captain Streeter, rather than a reward for the five cannons he fought.

And what's the use of giving three pieces of broken iron?

I can only watch it, but I can't eat it as a meal, and I panic when I put it in my mouth.

How can that thing be important for military merit!

I didn't get what I wanted, in the eyes of the big boss, maybe the honor of the empire is far greater than the military merit, and the military merit is also disdainful to write it in the commendation order, but for their military merit is much more real than the honor of this kind of fiction.

It has nothing to do with any sense of loyalty, nor is it reality, but there is no practical benefit, who signed the conscription order with his eyes closed after graduating from the academy, and pinned his head to the waist of the famous Jialan Mountain Pass to fight for the future.

Is it okay to be a mercenary?

That future is definitely much stronger than now, and at least comfortable!

"Damn, we have to wait!"

After Fan Luntieen muttered a sentence, he collapsed in front of the broken table in the dark night, and the commendation order just now made him nervous enough.

And the night watched as Fan Luntien sat down beside him again, and only then did he drift his thoughts back from the commendation order just now.

Adonis, Curtis, Chebman!

Only then did he know what the name of the boss of the southeast theater where he was located.

A name with a compound surname in the middle, it seems that it is a family that is proud of its ancestors, and it is also a holy master and grand duke, but I don't know how many grades this duke is.

"Commander, those three medals ......"

The dark night looked at Fan Luntieen, who was looking disappointed and drooping his head, and asked in a low voice.

"It's useless! In major festivals or decorations during awards, it is divided into five levels and five grades, if you can live in this mountain pass fortress for thirty years, your mage robe can be hung on half of the face, and those below the third level are rubbish.

In the past, this thing was scarce and tight, and it was like a treasure, and it was still counted as military merit by grade when it was taken to the quartermaster's office, and I don't know what happened in the past few years, this thing is simply overflowing, that is, it is to get the quartermaster to count military merit, and people will not give you military merit according to the level, it is calculated according to the size of the head, and the three pieces given today can be counted as more than ten military merits, and it is not as much as Lao Tzu came to wartime in a day, and when you are old, you can take it out and brag to your own grandchildren, and it is especially useful for this point. ”

Van Luntien pursed his lips and complained.

It can be seen in the dark night that this person has been in the army for a long time, and maybe the medal on his chest may be half hung now.

It is understandable to think that this thing is not valuable, it may not be that this thing is overflowing, but that the frequent wars between the empire and the orcs in northern Xinjiang for so many years have caused this thing to be overflowing, after all, civilians have twenty military merits to cut off the head of an enemy, and if such a thing is added, if it is calculated by level, it is estimated that the empire has long been full of nobles, and the lifelong title is not as good as a dog.

Cheap is normal, even military merit must follow the laws of the market such as gold coins, how can it be possible without depreciation, and the empire is not stupid.

It can be seen that some things can be related to things like gold coins according to the strange brain of the night, but don't say, often this explanation has a miraculous effect.

"Go pour me a glass of water,! ”

Fan Luntieen took his broken tea jar and knocked it on the broken table, but there was no cold water, and he said a word to the night.

After the ups and downs just now, Fan Luntieen was deflated, and it was useless to be anxious, ordering this kind of thing to be passed down from level to level, that is, it would take time to count, and this kind of battle result statistics were often sent back by the front-line spies and assassins at the risk of being crushed into pulp, otherwise who knows which enemy army was killed at such a long distance?

For a group of mages who are in the rear of the enemy, it may take longer to count a general battle damage!

"Oh!"

The dark night replied in a daze, took his broken tea jar and went to the side to fetch water.

"Don't give me nonsense if it's okay, hurry up and meditate, the more than 100 people who died are not role models?"

Fan Luntieen drank the three major tea jars of cold water in a row, and he may be more and more irritable, and scolded angrily at the hands below.

For a group of junior and middle-level mages squeezed out of the Spiritual Consciousness Sea, it was impossible for the entire three-way group to play a strategic spell, because there was no spell energy to absorb, and they could only absorb their lives when absorbing the magic tower.

Meditation is the only thing that can be done, because no one knows when the next big battle will start, the days will pass, the strategic strategy will not be accurate, and having expectations does not mean that there will be no disappointment.

After eleven years in the magic tower, Fan Luntieen knows this well, it is fate to have military merits, and it is also fate to fly if you don't hit the military merits.

After the night skimmed, he knew that this thing's exhaustion was guilty again, and it was estimated that he would have this problem if he stayed in this broken place for a long time, and the magic tower of the black rumbling was no better than the prison for prisoners.

should be scolded and scolded, damn people and dead people, not to mention that the superiors are in a bad mood, and they will all be beaten with military sticks.

Probably the only difference is that this place can be ventilated in non-war times.

"Timekeeper!"

"Report to the Commander!8:49:07. ”

"Energy Collector!"

"What do you command, Commander?"

The energy storage officer looked at him, bowed his head and said a word, like a pug, it is estimated that he is also a person who is familiar with Fan Luntieen, and knows that he can't touch his head at this time.

"Count the battle damage, tell Lao Tzu how many people died in that wave just now, I'll go ask for someone tomorrow, damn! There are always some disobedient people. ”

"Whoa!"

Looking at Fan Luntieen, who had nothing to do in the dark, he plunged his head into the map at once, to say that this group of 1,000 people is divided into three groups, who has the most things? It may not be the right to be a surveyor, it doesn't matter if he is scolded, if he is scolded, it will be more than worth the loss.

The dark night is very "assiduously studied" the work in his own hands.

And when the dark night just plunged his head into the map, the door of the scattered group was directly slammed open by a figure, and he shouted in a voice like a broken gong.

"Commander's Order, Report !!"

"Damn it, this time it definitely is!"

When Van Luntien heard the herald's roar, he suddenly stood up and cursed.