Chapter 2: Chief Paul

A hundred miles outside the imperial capital, the originally dark and silent evening was completely disrupted by a chaotic group or a group of people. This group of people was almost out of order, each going their own way, and the team of about 3,000 people was scattered for nearly ten miles, not to mention, even the knight who was wearing the officer's clothes at the head was crooked and not ready to manage at all, but raised the jug himself from time to time and poured wine into his mouth.

The adjutant next to him looked at his commander helplessly, knowing that he could not be counted on, and even today's all-day march, or an outing is more appropriate, this person did not provide a little strength except to follow, from the roll call to the whole team to the march is all his own orders, but he is a new good gentleman with no experience and fire, and after shouting a few times during the day and finding that it has no effect, he can only reluctantly accept this reality, just ask that no one is left behind.

looked at the chief next to him who was about to get drunk, and let out a long breath again: "Paul, when will you be able to return to that high-spirited self?" ”

Paul, who was next to him, seemed to hear this more like a self-talk, and very cooperatively, he fell off his horse and remained motionless. The adjutant hurriedly jumped off the horse to see that he was not injured, but when he heard the sound of snoring, he was completely asleep, which was also a sigh of relief.

Kara and Quirrell were in the middle of the group, and the morning of curiosity and excitement had long since been exhausted, replaced by deep exhaustion and suspicion of boarding the thief ship. Except for seeing the division commander in the morning, I didn't see anyone else, I didn't enlist in the army, I didn't give a passionate speech, and I didn't even know the number and destination of the unit, so I walked for a day inexplicably.

The monkey-like Carla didn't have the strength to jump up and down at this time, eating pancakes, looking at his partner next to him and saying, "Aren't we assigned to some shabby logistics or cooking class, shouldn't it be a high-spirited general or Prince Celes to encourage us?" Young people, for the peace of the people of the Heilan Empire, for the unification of the mainland, for our dreams and great future, rush! Or something? What's going on now, take a walk with a drunken cat? ”

Quirrell shrugged his shoulders, took a bite of the dry food he was carrying, and said with a smile: "Maybe he will be like in the troubadour story, opening his eyes from a drunken dream and pointing at a few of us: Hey, it's you, Lao Tzu is optimistic about you." Come with me to save the world. ”

"Forget it, I think he should save himself first, and don't fall off the horse." Kara obviously didn't believe in the nonsense of the rescue incident, but instead came from the front of the team a few screams, a cacophony of voices came, and a dozen people heard it to understand that the division commander had really fallen off his horse, and the lieutenant, who looked weak, ordered each to rest on the spot and assemble tomorrow morning.

Everyone looked at Kara in surprise: "You kid will still prophesy?" Prince Chillus, you have predicted it, he is the biggest dream in our hearts, if he doesn't come tomorrow, you kid will wash the toilet for a month. “

Carla was pulled back to reality before she had time to be complacent, and it was obvious that Prince Callus, the continent's number one god of war, would not come to their new barracks. But Carla immediately realized another problem: "Rest in place?" How do you rest, do you sleep in the open air with a stone like this in winter? “

Quirrell was quick to accept all sorts of unexpected things, unloaded his luggage, and began to make the bed, while saying to everyone, "What else? Obviously, I can only sleep here today, and none of you will have no quilt without a quilt, and I will never squeeze a quilt with a man. ”

At this time, the adjutant finally set up a tent with the help of a few personal soldiers, and nodded to a few people to express his gratitude. One of the soldiers looked at the commander of the division Paul who was lying on the bed, and finally couldn't help but say: "Deputy division commander Mark, it's not that the villain is talkative, it's just that the division commander is like this, why has he always been like this, I heard that he is also a civilian like us, and he only got the position of division commander by accumulating military exploits, but how can he 。。。。。 like this ”

Mark looked at his partner like a dead dog, and also sighed deeply: "He wasn't like this before, he was the most brave and talented soldier I've ever seen, it's just, forget it, he doesn't like me chewing the root of his tongue, in short, you remember, he is definitely not a drunkard waste, I think he is not inferior to Prince Chillus's military genius." Go down and rest, you've worked hard these days. ”

A few of the pro-soldiers knew that there was no answer to the question, so they silently retreated, leaving Mark in the tent. There was finally no one around, and Mark, who had been holding out for a day, let out a deep breath, it was not the day's march that was tired, but the best comrades who had become like this. I can't help but recall that when he was on the front line, this person went from a soldier to meritorious service all the way, and repeatedly made strange plans, until he became a deputy division commander of the Hundred Battles Legion. You must know that although the Hundred Battles Legion is not one of the top ten legions on the mainland, it is also one of the main legions, and it is even more difficult to become the deputy division commander of the main army than the corps commander of some reserve armies. At that time, Paul was only 28 years old, and a 28-year-old civilian achieved this position, which is rare in the entire history of the imperial army.

And now a super genius who was about to be promoted to the commander of the division was actually sent here to lead a bunch of children in reserve.

Thinking that Paul, who was high-spirited at the beginning, found himself, he said happily: "Do you know Mark, Lao Tzu has been promoted, and finally became the commander of the division, and his mother is still an independent division, and he has opened a new number for me, and the imperial capital is specially prepared for the elite youth league." I'll tell you the fuck, do you know what it means to be an independent regiment? The independent regiments of the empire are elites except for the elite. I just fucking know a legion commander, what else can I do? The empire still looks at ability, and the last thing I lack is ability, hahaha. We're worthy of the brothers who died in battle, and we have to have a place for those old boys in our group to let them know that we're always together, right, Mark. ”

And when the two came to the imperial capital to report, they found that the so-called special preparation elite youth league was actually just a group of recruits who had not enlisted in the army, they were simply tricked, not even the bright rise and dark fall, the deputy division commander of the main battle corps and the division commander of the reserve army were simply the difference between the landlords in the village and the rich people in the imperial capital, no wonder Paul was in a slump, he was angry perhaps more after experiencing such a desperate battle, but he was still ruthlessly suppressed by the power of the inherent class, how to be worthy of the dead brothers. The anger of being teased made him sink, but Mark desperately hoped that this best friend could cheer up as soon as possible, and looked at Paul who was snoring vigorously on the bed, and Mark secretly made up his mind that no matter what, he would resurrect his brother, even if it was just a reserve, and make a name for the fat people above to regret.