Kneading his sour shoulders, the tall Julion, carrying a long sword that had already appeared sharp, stepped over the corpses all over the ground and walked straight to Song Xiaoye. With his arm that had not yet dissipated his fighting spirit and was still faintly shining with pale white light, he grabbed the opponent's arm and raised it high. Suddenly, all the demon soldiers gathered around the city also erupted into a thunderous roar.

This is a ritual that only those who are recognized as the first meritorious in battle in the demon army deserve.

The human army did not go on the offensive. Maybe they weren't prepared enough, or maybe the army commander thought that the casualties of a single attack were too great. In short, there was a brief silence again in the smoke-filled Dano Pass.

In the open space in the fortress, hundreds of blazing fires were lit. The huge iron pot on the fire exudes a mouthwatering rich aroma of meat. The thighs and arms severed from the human dead soldiers were washed and then chopped into pieces of minced meat and sprinkled into the pot. Under the irresistible flame, it eventually turns into a fresh broth that cannot be distinguished from its true face.

"Boy, I salute you with a bowl!"

With a rough shout, the white-bearded Julion handed a bucket bowl full of broth to Song Xiaoye. Touching the rim of the bowl heavily, both of them threw their necks back at the same time. The onlookers erupted in good-natured laughter.

For the demons, wine is an absolute luxury. One litre of wine costs enough food to feed dozens of children. Therefore, the empire made it clear that it was a capital offense to smuggle wine under any pretext. Over time, this mysterious liquid with a wonderful taste has become something almost legendary in people's mouths.

Julion belongs to the demons, and there are very few people who have tasted wine. It was more than fifty years ago, in a large-scale battle of the utmost brutality, a small fist-sized jar of rice wine was removed from the corpse of a human officer.

He drank that bottle of wine for twelve years. Only when he was really hungry would Julion gently unscrew the clay cap on the mouth of the bottle and slash a drop on his tongue with great pity. Close your eyes and slowly savor the seductive intoxication that starts from the tip of your tongue and gradually spreads throughout your mouth.

Since then, Julion has had to replace wine with soup. Respect from the heart to all those who deserve their respect.

The demons are too poor, and Julion is a general, even worse than a human beggar.

"Don't go back, boy. How about staying in this fortress and being my lieutenant? ”

The old general took a big bite at the bone-in flesh that had just been taken off the fire, the surface was charred and the cracked crispy skin was still grunting with sizzling oil beads. While squeezing out this vague question from the gap between the tongue and the piece of meat, he struggled to squeeze out this vague question.

These words made all the people gathered around the fire and rejoice in silence. Even, standing behind Julion, the adjutant who had always been very deep in the city couldn't help but be slightly moved.

According to the military regulations of the demon race, the order of the officer establishment from low to high is as follows: squad leader, ten people under jurisdiction. Squadron leader, under the jurisdiction of 100 people. Captain, over 1,000 men. Above the brigade level are one-star, two-star, and even the highest-level five-star generals who command the army measured by tens of thousands. The large-scale military establishment of more than 50,000 soldiers was jointly appointed as a legion by the Demon Emperor himself and the military department. The position of legion commander is often also selected from among the nobles who have achieved outstanding military achievements.

This is a military establishment that is common to all countries of the entire continent, regardless of race. Even the most arrogant humans have faithfully maintained their armies according to this structure. There are a considerable number of books written by both the human and demon races, which proves that the original military system was written by their own people. However, this kind of war of words, which has no practical meaning for both sides, but has lasted for thousands of years, is still loved by the writers of the two races.

Adjutant General is a general term for commanders in the Demon Army who are favored by the main general. The highest rank in this position is just an ordinary captain. But he has absolute power that is only weaker than that of the commander himself. In layman's terms: equivalent to the number two in an army.

The promotion of the status of demon soldiers completely depends on military merit. Examples of a small soldier being promoted to captain because of his bravery in battle abound in the Imperial Army. However, after the First World War, he was directly promoted to the lieutenant general of the fortress, and this rocket-like speed did surprise and amaze the veterans.

In their opinion, Song Xiaoye is just an out-and-out country boy. Although it has been recognized by the military department, his actual identity is the leader of the imperial squadron that commands 100 people. However, before the officer appointment letter and related military uniforms of the military department were issued, he was still an ordinary demon reserve.

What's more, this little guy who is only sixteen years old looks too tender. A guy who hasn't grown hair and has never been a woman has actually become a deputy general with a lot of power. This, this is just a joke!

Regrettably, when everyone turned their doubtful eyes to the speaker again. But I only saw: on the face of Julion, who was holding a piece of crispy barbecue and gnawing vigorously, the eyes under the white thick eyebrows were full of incomparable appreciation and determination.

The same sentence, to the ears of the teenagers in the Loeller training camp, has another opposite meaning that is completely different from that of the veterans.

For an ordinary soldier, there is nothing more glorious than being a general. What's more, this living example is happening right now in front of my eyes. The lucky one is still a partner from the same town as him, and a friend from one of his training camps.

Unconsciously, Wei Sen's eyes when he looked at Song Xiaoye were already full of loyalty and joy that could not be described in words. And the eyes of Moss and others were full of shock and admiration again.

"General, you must do everything you can to improve the fortifications of the fortress. Otherwise, we probably won't be able to withstand the next few days. ”

Regarding Julion's words, Song Xiaoye was very smart and did not choose to accept or refuse. Instead, it directly leads the conversation in a different direction.

He was well aware: the old general was clearly a man of a stubborn temperament. For his own favor, a lot of Cheng dù comes from a series of actions during the day to save and avoid flying rocks and save the crisis. The phrase "appointing a lieutenant general" is actually a rewarding promise with ambiguous meaning. After all, whether it is a squadron leader or a group leader, he is still only a reserve soldier in the Loeller training camp before the official appointment and dismissal documents from the military department are served.

Therefore, at a time when verbal promises have not yet become a real reality. You have to live. And the key to survival in the brutal fight of death depends largely on the strength of the fortress you are in.

The Dano Fortress is in a difficult terrain. However, in the alien civilization deep in Song Xiaoye's brain memory, there is a maxim that is regarded as a classic of war -- "No matter how strong a fortress is, it will be breached one day." ”

In the ancient wars of alien civilizations, there were countless powerful siege machines. Crashing, ramming, explosives...... In the same way, as a guardian, there are various defensive measures against this. Due to the differences in civilizations, none of these things have appeared in the desperate struggle between humans and demons that has lasted for thousands of years. According to Song Xiaoye's original plan: the first thing he did after arriving at the fortress was to use the existing local materials to make several bed crossbows that could fire long arrows in the shortest possible time. One can imagine how many casualties the human army besieging the city would have been inflicted if there were suddenly more of them in the Dano Pass.

Unfortunately, what happened during the day forced him to dismiss his thoughts.

In the human army, there are several stone throwers. This is an unprecedented event in the history of the war between the two clans on the mainland.

Song Xiaoye carefully observed: those stone throwers should have been made by wise craftsmen in the Human Empire. They are manufactured in a very rudimentary way. The press also can't carry much weight, so it can only throw scattered rocks to cover the attack. In terms of power alone, it can't compare to the heavy catapults in alien civilizations that can shoot more than a ton and smash solid walls to smash and destroy them. But no matter what, their appearance is enough to pose a sufficient threat to the demon soldiers who are not protected by heavy armor.

If this situation is allowed to continue, it will not be long before the terrain advantage of Dano Fortress will be lost.

"Hey, hey, hey! Strengthens Defenses...... It's hard! ”

Speaking of this, the heroic old general's face couldn't help but show a little tiredness and helplessness mixed with wrinkles and gray hair: "Boy, I won't tell you, I have been guarding this Dano Pass for sixteen years, but I have only raised the parapet wall of the fortress by more than ten meters on the original basis. If this wall in front of the mountain is as high and thick as the king's capital. Even if the damn human army comes in hundreds of thousands, Lao Tzu will not blink an eye. ”

Julion had no more than 3,000 soldiers under his command. Coupled with the fact that the building technology of the demon race has always lagged behind that of humans, and various factors such as materials and manpower are combined, it is no wonder that he has such a powerless sigh.

"It's definitely too late to build a wall."

Song Xiaoye did not break it directly. Instead, he picked up the knife at hand, cut off a piece of cooked human meat from the shelf between the fires, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, shook his head, and said, "If we continue to fight like today, it won't be long before we all die of exhaustion here." ”

No one spoke. The faces of all the demons gathered in front of the fire showed a look of worry that could not be concealed. They are well aware: this is not an exaggeration. Although the terrain of Dano Pass is dangerous, the soldiers stationed at the fortress are extremely limited. If the human army under the city does not count casualties, it will attack in batches day and night. Then, even a powerful golden warrior will become a tired soldier with a sword on his neck but unable to resist due to exhaustion.

"Boy, what the hell are you up to?"

Julion put down the half-nibbled piece of meat in his hand, opened his mouth, and with his fingers, which were thicker than carrots, pulled out a piece of bone stuck in it stained with human oil and meat crumbs from between a row of not very tight teeth. Gave him a meaningful look.

People live old and become fine. The old general who can firmly hold the Dano Fortress for sixteen years with the strength of 3,000 people and prevent the human army from stepping into the territory of the demon clan for half a step, of course, is not the kind of unscrupulous and reckless man who only knows how to fight blindly. Although he didn't know much about Song Xiaoye's true strength. However, the person who is qualified to wear a black iron badge on his chest and kill more than 2,000 elite soldiers with the strength of 100 people overnight is certainly not just a waste that knows how to eat and wait for death.

"What you just said isn't a joke, right?" Song Xiaoye did not answer directly. Instead, he smiled lightly and inquired carefully with the most serious eyes.

"Jokes? You mean...... Be my lieutenant? ”

Julion paused, and then reacted. I saw him grinning and wiping a handful of the shiny human oil flowing down the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Say you are, you are." There are not many people who can see Lao Tzu in his life. You're one! ”

……

The fortress commander did not break his promise. The next day, when the twelve surrounding villages and towns received an urgent requisition order, the reservists from the various warrior training camps were urgently dispatched to the Dano Pass. Carmon also amassed an army of more than a thousand in his hands. And the first order he issued was completely unexpected by everyone.

"Collect a piece of filth, excrement near the fortified camp. The more the better! ”

At the end of the day, Dano Fortress has been turned into a super toilet. When people clenched their noses and used various utensils to transport clumps of inexplicably colored old dung to the city, and poured them into hundreds of cauldrons to boil. The entire sky above the fortress was suddenly enveloped in a disgusting smoky stench.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

Standing in the general's living room on the second floor of the fortress, the tall and thin adjutant Lamic frowned, slightly bent his fingers and gently covered his nose. Still, the ubiquitous stench that wafted through the air could subtly penetrate his olfactory system through the tiny cracks.

"Let him toss it! Don't forget, this kid is my lieutenant now. I also want to see how capable he is and how much he can surprise me. ”

Julion sat down on a sturdy, rough log chair and replied without looking back. He was reaching his fingers into a wooden bowl on the table next to him. From time to time, he dipped a little of the condensed yellow human oil, and carefully wiped the sharp saber that lay across his knee.

"Just like that, a young man was appointed as a lieutenant. Isn't it a bit of a joke? Looking at him in high spirits, Lamic shook his head gently. He picked up a rag made of burlap from the table and handed it over.

"Hey, hey! Old work, we haven't known each other for a year or two. When have I ever done something I'm not sure about? ”

With that, the old general put down the sword in his hand, stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the people busy back and forth on the city wall in the distance, a sly smile appeared on his face: "The reservists urgently recruited from various training camps are all novices who have never been on the battlefield. Instead of letting these little dolls die in vain, it is better to let them see more blood in the back. I'm used to killing, and when it's time to actually do it myself, I can use it as a half of a veteran. What's more, this young man was able to become a deputy general, and he also completely relied on his own military exploits. On this point alone, no one dares to say half a "no". ”

"Two thousand five hundred heads...... According to military practice, he could at least be promoted to the rank of captain in command of a thousand men. ”

Lamic nodded, "I sent someone to deliver the battle report yesterday." It is far away from the imperial capital. It takes two months to come and go. Coupled with the military department's review of the performance results, I am afraid that it will be more than three months before the actual appointment is made. ”

"Three months...... Hey! Three months later, it is estimated that the battle is almost over. When the time comes, the guys in the military department will have to work hard again for the new record review. What a natural toil! ”

……

Standing behind the high wall stacks, looking at the big iron pot that was boiling in front of him, there were bubbles of dirty water that were blacker than silt. Wisson, who was sweating profusely from the heat, couldn't help but show a little melancholy confusion on his face.

He didn't question Song Xiaoye's orders. From the moment he was rescued in the training camp, Wisson, whose parents died, had already regarded this black-haired boy of the same age as himself as the only master worthy of service in this life.

The life is given by the master. As a loyal servant, Wei Sen will naturally carry out every instruction from Song Xiaoye without discount.

Despite this, deep down in his heart, there was still a little doubt of his own - what did the master want to do with so much excrement?

The blazing light of the fire turned the solemn face of Wisson red. Seeing this, Song Xiaoye, who was standing next to him and guarding, slowly approached from the boiling pot. patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Why, don't you think this order I gave is a little strange?" ”

Wisson nodded, subconsciously opening his mouth to speak, but in the end he couldn't get any syllables out of his mouth. He wanted to speak again and again, but finally chose to remain silent.

"Feces is an incomparably filthy poison."

Song Xiaoye squatted down, picked up a slender branch, and carefully stirred the half-boiling black liquid in the pot. He said to himself: "If this kind of thing is contaminated with the wound, it will cause the skin and flesh to fester. Strict, it can even hurt lives. Of course, the dung juice was also filled with some highly toxic plants that Moss had brought back from the nearby mountains and forests. These two things together, after boiling and concentration, will also increase the toxicity by as much as 100 times. Weapons and arrowheads soaked in them will naturally be accompanied by terrible toxins that kill people invisibly. Imagine if you poured a pot of boiling poisonous juice from the city while on the defensive...... Hey, hey, hey! What are the consequences? ”

Hearing this, Wei Sen was terrified. Even looking into the pot, his eyes faintly became a little trembling.