"Read it to me!"

Van Luntieen stared at a pair of bull's eyes, staring at the herald who ran in front of him, grinding his teeth and letting out a rough roar.

"Whoa!"

"Statistical Notification Order!

The Ninth Strategic Magic Tower of the Combat Readiness Mage Regiment of the Garrison of Jialan Mountain Pass, the commander of Herm and Streeter personally ordered:

At 7:55 a.m. on October 23, 23899, the 9th Mage Ta Fan Lun Tieen's 3rd Division, the 3rd Divine Radiance, the 4th Oracle, and the 16th Light Sacrifice Regiment attacked the enemy with two rounds of strategic spells.

The strategic spell hit the enemy's Third Divine Radiance Bright Sacrifice Regiment up to 44 percent of the army, causing about a quarter of the enemy's Radiant Bright Sacrifice Regiment casualties, most of them scattered and retreated, and the strategic spell hit the enemy's Fourth Oracle's Order and the Sixteenth Bright Sacrifice Regiment up to 74 percent of the army, causing the enemy's Fourth and Sixteenth Bright Sacrifice Regiments to suffer heavy casualties and floating on the ground, and less than half of those who dodged the strategic spell strike.

The third, fourth, and fifth rounds of strategic spell strikes hit the enemy's First Meritorious Service Brochure and the Eighth Wind God's Winged Wind Mage Regiment, covering 91 percent of the strategic strikes, and the results of the battle cannot be counted specifically, and the casualties are expected to exceed two-thirds.

The postponement of the submission for approval is hereby commended, pending the accurate statistical results after the war.

At 9:37 a.m. on October 23, 23899 in the Western French calendar, the Ninth Strategic Magic Tower of the Combat Readiness Mage Regiment of the Jialan Mountain Pass Permanent Garrison, the commander of the Herm and Streeter Legions.

Bi!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Captain of a Thousand Victories!"

"Whew!!!"

"The most awesome ....... the three-point group"

"Battle Exploits! Battle Exploits!!"

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With the herald's order, the somewhat gloomy hall of the Third Division suddenly burst into a tsunami.

The dark night was even more confused as he looked at the group of people jumping up below.

And there is a thought in his mind right now, this is so accurate!

The third, fourth, and sixteenth, the three Bright Sacrifice Regiments of the Bright Empire, plus two Wind Mage Regiments, and the Ninth Magic Tower's Third Regiment, split the eyes of the strategic spell to strike the five cannons, and the coordinates of his dark night mark, not a single cannon was missed, the cannons cost people's lives, and the cannons were all hit in the enemy's vital places.

The enemy's third light sacrifice regiment suffered a quarter of casualties, and at least four thousand middle-level light sacrifices were lying on the battlefield in front of them forever, and the enemy's fourth and sixteenth light sacrifice regiments were combined, at least 10,000 people died, and in addition to the two wind mage regiments that could not be counted in battle damage, he went down with five cannons in the night to fight the five mage regiments of the Bright Empire, with at least more than 30,000 casualties!

And he just moved his mouth, bragged a big in front of Fan Luntieen, drove the ducks to the shelves, and marked out the coordinate points hard, but asked for the life of the Bright Empire!

Thirty thousand middle-level mages who died and five mage regiments were disabled, is it not hurt for an empire?

Just look at the history books, more than three hundred and fifty or sixty years ago, there were six battles in Dongyang between the two great empires of the Empire of the Dead and the Empire of Light, and every battle of the Empire of the Undead, which was still called Dongyang at that time, did not exceed 50,000 mage regiments.

After these five cannons, the Bright Empire is considered to have lost to his grandmother's house, which should be a battle that is enough to be recorded in the Western French calendar, but he just doesn't know if his name will appear in that magical book.

But that doesn't matter anymore, he only knows now that he can't run away with the rank of a trainee centurion, although it is an internship, as long as he graduates with an intermediate rank after four years at Gado Academy, and signs that conscription order to enter the army, he will start with the rank of centurion, not a small soldier in the mage regiment.

The number of people managed by the captain's position ranges from thirty to one hundred, depending on the division of labor between the branch of the military and the branch of the army, while the number of people managed by the centurion position ranges from about one hundred to three hundred, and the number of subordinates of the commander is one thousand.

If he graduated from Gado Academy, he really wanted to join the army, at least the kind of person who was in charge of at least a hundred or so intermediate mages!

It's not a civilian, it's a middle-level necromancer, a powerful mage corps position, the probability of dying on the battlefield is much smaller, and the lowest officer rank of the captain is a step forward, not only the rank, but also the danger factor brought by the war.

Tong!

"You're my Van Lentien's surveyor!"

Fan Luntieen smashed a big iron fist on the chest of the stunned night, and his face was flushed and yelled at him.

This is a battle result statistics order, not a commendation order, but at this time, this battle result statistics order is no worse than the commendation order, although the results are not counted, but these are enough in front of you, in statistics, the results will definitely be greater than the one just now.

Van Luntieen knew that his rank of captain and deputy commander of the regiment had arrived!

And the brothers under him can get at least three times the wartime military merit, two points of military merit in one hour, and look at the war ahead, today can get at least six or seven hours of military merit.

Nearly fifty points of military merit!

Is it less?

Just look at the fact that it took him more than ten years to reach the rank of fourth-level lifetime lord, and the magic tower is a place where he has obtained rich military merits, which shows the rarity of mage's military merits.

Not much at all!

Usually, the number of times of double combat exploits is scarce and pitiful, but this time at least three times the military merits, it is generally strange that the old man who is still alive in the third regiment does not go crazy, and it may be that the mage with a little less luck has not mixed up more than two hundred points of military merit after thirty years.

This is the unique way of calculating military merit in the Strategic Weapon Magic Tower, which will make the front-line mage group go crazy.

But this time they won't go crazy, Van Luntien knows that when the coordinates of the enemy mage group are marked and they are hit by strategic spells and die heavily, it is the moment when their own army will be powerful after the mage group, and in the absence of strategic spells on both sides, there will be infinite strategic spells of their own side flying to the top of the enemy's head, ruthlessly taking away a large number of the opponent's lives.

The front-line mage group will be killed, and the enemy Bright Empire will usher in a conceivable rout, not to mention that it may be defeated to the point of collapse of a forward defense line, which is a chain reaction brought about by the destruction of the enemy mage group.

Splash the sky of military feats!

The Ninth Magic Tower of Jialan Mountain Pass will be full of military achievements from top to bottom, and maybe their bosses Hem and the Sterry Army may get the highest honor for Imperial soldiers - the Imperial Medal!

The Order of the Reich is awarded to a person who successfully commanded a large campaign in which one or more legions participated, or who brought about a change in the situation in favor of the empire (as defined by the highest order of the Soviet Union).

This medal is a first-class medal, the only medal in this rank, and the only one that is not a big road product, from the beginning of the founding of the empire to today, three hundred and fifty or sixty years later, less than ten people have awarded it.

It's not that it's scarce or it's a big deal, but this medal has a role.

You can make a wish to the empire that you are trying to do!

Very perverted!

Countless commanders in the army will be crazy about this thing, of course, crazy, and the person who gets it can pull it with both hands.

The dark night rubbed his chest that was almost not broken, and looked at Fan Luntieen, whose eyes were shining, and he was directly trembling.

This look!

It was as if an old rascal was watching a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl take a bath.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Fan Luntieen looked at the night with an embarrassed smile in the midst of the ridicule, quite embarrassed.

It's not forgetfulness, it's a question worth remembering, the iron-beaten Imperial Strategic Magic Tower, the flowing energy storage mage, there are really too many mages here who have been killed by this strategic weapon, and no one who sits below can guarantee that they will live to thirty years in office.

If this is the case, why should there be sorrow?

The resentment of the dead here is very heavy, and if you do this kind of sad thing a day, you may not be able to finish it in this life.

Don't do this kind of thing if you can't finish it, as the head of the third regiment, you have to be cold-blooded, and his cold-blooded way is a bit special.

Don't remember the names of this group!

If he is dead, he is dead, and what does it have to do with him not knowing that he is dead?

There will be no sadness, let alone loss, because after today, tomorrow the empire will fill the vacant places below, and when he remembers a person's name, it means that he has moved his brotherhood!

And is it difficult to find a surveyor?

It's hard to say, it's not hard to say!

It is not difficult that as long as there is a shortage of such technical talents, the magic tower can recruit people from the mage group of the whole empire, and it can even reserve this kind of talent from places like the academy to ensure the existence of a large number of them, and he Fan Luntieen has changed thirteen surveyors in eleven years, and none of the surveyors of the third division has served for more than one year in the past ten years.

And to say that it is difficult, it is indeed difficult, the difficulty is that the thirteen surveyors all let Fan Luntieen roar and send them to the front-line mage group, which is not only a technical job, but also a luck job.

Surveyors must have a lot of knowledge reserves, and they must also have a certain amount of luck, if they are unlucky, even if the spell strikes the coordinate point mark, it is useless.

Obviously, the junior rank mage in front of him, who still had a sense of immaturity, was a qualified surveyor, a necromancer who could be his Van Luntieen surveyor.

A place like Jialan Mountain Pass never looks at age, and any front in this empire doesn't look at this thing, just look at the same, it's talent!

"My name is Night!"

The night said his name again in front of Van Luntien, and if he remembered correctly, this was the third time!

But maybe this is the last time, and there is no need for a fourth answer at all, and the night firmly believes that this name will be remembered by the commander in front of him for a lifetime.

How great is his military exploits?

I don't know in the night, but it should definitely not be small, and the only regret is the word "internship" on my head.

These two words have limited him too much, but these two words also have benefits, at least they will not be mixed in this war city forever.

From now on, you will be my Fan Luntieen's surveyor officer, and I will grant you the temporary rank of centurion with the title of Centurion with the Jialan Mountain Pass in the East-West and South Theaters, the Ninth Strategic Magic Tower of the Permanent Army Combat Readiness Mage Regiment, and the head of the Third Regiment, and serve as the surveyor of the Third Regiment. ”

Van Lentien patted the shoulder of the night, full of anticipation, as if he saw the captain of a future magic tower of the Empire.

But what he didn't know was that this kind of mage army that didn't even have some oil and water would make him not do it at night!

Can you get rich by being promoted in this kind of place?

Fart!

He can see that only dead people can be seen here, looking at the broken table where the map is placed, and the broken tea jar for drinking water on it, how rich can this standing garrison mage group be?

And how can you improve your rank without gold?

And the thousand-legged commander in front of him has been a five-star intermediate rank for more than ten years, maybe it is fast in this place, but it is outrageously slow in the entire empire.

To say that people are stupid?

It's impossible! Anyway, it was also from the Chaoxue Academy of the Intermediate Command College in the Western Empire, and I think it was also a personal masterpiece back then.

There was only one thing, this magic tower had trapped him, and he didn't know it.

Military merit is important, there are military merits in this tower, but there is only this kind of thing, compared to the improvement of rank, military merit can really be ranked second for mages.

If you don't have a rank, do you want to die in this magic tower for the rest of your life?

It's unimaginable!

And there is a rank, his old deans in the dark are Pigon and Dormammu, who don't need a trace of military merit at all, and still the position of the head of the mage regiment came to the door and asked him to be it.

And to survive from a small mage in the army to that position, it may not be easier than Pegan and Dormammu, but it is absolutely tiring to live, because the fate of one predecessor is the dean of the academy, and the other is a fighting man who hangs his head on his waist on the battlefield!

The battlefield between the Comfort Academy and life and death, you don't have to think about it to know which one to choose.

But Van Luntien didn't say what he wanted, and it was impossible for the night to say what was in his heart.

"Whoa!"

Said loudly, this is acceptance of fate!

From the beginning of this resignation, the night knew that he had completely escaped the fate of being drawn into a dried corpse.