One day in early June 1923, Elizabeth routinely came to the arsenal near Osmanthus City to inspect the new weapons that had just been stored for a short time.

The 168th Brigade is still training in the training camp of the Rurik Kingdom, and for more than a year, they have put forward a lot of opinions and suggestions for new weapons, and the new army of the elves has begun to gradually take shape.

At the end of last month, a batch of weapons that had been refined and finalized on the basis of feedback from the 168th Brigade had just arrived, and they were about to be distributed to the units for trial.

Elizabeth's storage slips were there, reading them carefully, thinking about how to distribute them.

Henry, they stood a little farther than ever, and since Charles left, Elizabeth had entered menopause like an old mother overnight, and a little thing could make her angry.

In the past two days, the kitchen has used the golden skin chicken and Shou Wu, angelica, rehmannia root, white peony, peach kernel, tulip, safflower, Chuanxiong, and honey to boil soup for Elizabeth to drink, which seems to have some effect.

Suddenly, Elizabeth shouted, "What's the matter with this batch of weapons?

Henry, they immediately became nervous, if these long-range weapons were just a matter of formalities, they would be easy to handle, in case they leaked out to the civilian population through black channels, or even to the enemy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The head of the warehouse trembled and took out the transfer slip and receipt for the recent application for weapons and put them in front of Elizabeth, and if there was an accident with the weapons, he would be finished.

According to the process, when each unit receives this batch of new weapons, the staff department will first make a plan, Elizabeth will confirm the signature, and then the logistics department will approve it, and Elizabeth will personally review and sign the large amount.

It's just that Elizabeth is very concerned about this batch of weapons, so she asks that even those that don't need her to review them will be seen by her, but now she doesn't know that a batch of weapons is out of the warehouse.

Elizabeth quickly found the transfer slip and receipt that she didn't know, and she froze there.

When the staff made plans, they left a batch of weapons for the 168th Brigade, which Elizabeth personally ordered to add.

This is due to the fact that in case the situation of the battle changes, the 168th Brigade can immediately use Dragon Aviation to quickly pull people back, and they can pick up weapons here and go to the battlefield.

And the person who received this batch of weapons was Charles McCaden of the 168th Brigade Assault Detachment.

For more than a year, Charles's organizational relationship was still in the 168th Brigade, but he was seconded to the General Staff Department to serve as a trainee staff officer, and Elizabeth planned to stay by Charles's side to continue teaching after he returned, so he did not go through the retirement procedures, so it was theoretically no problem for him to receive weapons belonging to the 168th Brigade.

"Dixon......" Elizabeth immediately thought of whose handiwork it was.

Dixon did it very well, and Elizabeth couldn't help it.

After reading the list of weapons on the receipt written by Charles again, Elizabeth was also a lot more relieved, at least she was not worried that Charles would be easily killed.

She whispered, "I hope Charles doesn't make a big mess." ”

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Charles sneezed, he wiped his nose, and thought to himself, "My sister must be thinking about me again." ”

Elizabeth gave Charles a train ticket the other day, and then he took the car to a fortress northwest of the Elven Tree Sea.

The road here is not easy to walk, there are basically no human merchants, only people from nearby towns will come to do some small business with the elven garrison.

Charles was quite famous in the army, and when the defenders of the fortress checked his passport, they found that he was the legendary His Royal Highness Charles, and immediately pulled him back to the barracks and asked him to talk about the war in the south.

Charles gave a briefing in the fortress that night, and the next day he took a few days' worth of dry food from the elven soldiers and set out on his way.

Now Charles walks on the road to town with a couple of hapless pheasants hanging from his waist.

This is a land of land called Salland.

Unlike the five kingdoms in the north, which began to centralize power, the human states in the south were relatively loose, with many domestic princes, and the power of the king was not great.

In addition, there are many countries in the south, not only smaller kingdoms, but also many dukes' duchies, which look a bit like the world where princesses walk all over the ground in Grimm's fairy tales and Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, and there are many knights like dogs.

Charles's first stop out of the Elven Tree Sea was a viscount's town, which was surrounded by a lot of farmland, and its main income was to hunt monsters in the nearby forests and make leather, which belonged to a typical town in this world.

Summer is the season for adventurers, and Charles goes to the tavern of the adventurers' union in town, sells pheasants to the boss, and then leaves one for the boss to cook for himself.

A chicken has two legs and only one leg when cooked.

Charles didn't care, because the missing leg was a processing fee for the boss.

Of course, Charles spoke to the boss with a southern accent, and if he had spoken with a northern accent on his territory, the chicken would have lost its legs and wings when cooked.

It's not yet lunchtime, and there aren't many adventurers in the tavern, and there's not much to find out.

After eating the chicken, Charles decided to go to the Adventurers' Guild to see if there was a caravan escort mission, and what he needed most now was this kind of job that could rub the car and get money.

He only has a few copper plates on him now, and he will open his room tonight and sleep in it, and tomorrow after breakfast, it will be gone.

He didn't want to sleep in the stable, even though it would save money. But the situation there is complicated, and maybe chastity will be lost in it.

There are quite a few quests on the quest wall of the Adventurers' Guild, most of which are for merchants to buy monster skins and crystals, and the rest are mostly tasks for escorting convoys issued by fur merchants.

Maybe it's because there is an elven fortress nearby, and there are no high-priced fierce monsters around, which makes Charles a little disappointed.

Soon he took a fancy to a caravan escort that took five to six days, stopping for a day through a mountain village and ending at Saarbrücken, the royal capital of the kingdom of Salland. However, there are requirements for other caravans, and at least level 10 adventurers are required.

He was now glad that he had swiped a wave of prestige outside Qiqiu City back then, and his adventurer level had risen to level 14, and those caravans didn't need to be new at all at all, and they would have to be troublesome at that time.

Charles handed the task list and the adventurer's card to the aunt at the counter, who registered it and gave him a note to take it to the north of the city to find the caravan.

If you have a note, it means that this is a qualified adventurer from the adventurer's union, not a cat or dog on the side of the road.