"It's up, it's up again!"

"What's the matter, are our people doing it with those bastards in the aristocratic private army again?

", who else but them! It's only been a few days, and it's out again!"

"And who won this time?"

"Fuck, don't mention it, those turtle kings are well-behaved, they know that there are fewer people who can't do us, these few times they are all out in groups to find fault, the brothers are invincible with two fists and four hands, and they are beaten again!"

When Arnold walked to the playground, he saw not a neat array, nor a picture of hard work. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the garrison of Nuoda, the words became a ball, and hundreds of sergeants of the seventh battalion did not do the drills, and surrounded more than a dozen figures who staggered in from the gate of the station, and they quarreled with each other.

And the content of their quarrel made him frown even more.

Since the aristocratic army moved into the Brilliant Fortress, since then, the defenders of the reorganized Brilliant Fortress have been riveted, and the two sides are not used to each other, and they begin to find fault everywhere, often provoking as soon as they meet, and finally get the soldiers of both sides to fight.

Especially in the tavern brothels, those noble soldiers don't know what medicine they have taken, and they specially raise the bar with the sergeants of the garrison army.

After a few days, the morale of the defending army was furious.

In the beginning, there were small skirmishes, and the sergeants of the defending army, with their rich combat experience, beat up the provocative noble soldiers several times.

But after a long time, the nobles are not all stupid, and those soldiers have also learned to be smart, and every time they come out, there are at least dozens or hundreds of people, and when they encounter the people who defend the city, they immediately go up to find fault and provoke, and then rush up to beat them.

Although both sides fought fists, strictly followed the rules, and did not use weapons, the sergeants of the defending army also suffered a lot of losses, and there were more and more figures with blue noses and swollen faces every day.

However, these things are hidden from the leadership, and the highest level is only known to the battalion commander.

After all, no matter what the reason, it is a violation of military discipline to fight with someone in private.

What's more, most of this fight has not been won yet, and there are indeed enough shameful ones, so naturally they dare not let the upper echelons know.

If things are reversed, and it is a group of sergeants who defend the city that win, then they will admit to being whipped, and the sergeants will definitely admit it.

Why?

It's so enjoyable!

But now, the sergeants of the defending army can obviously only knock out their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs!

And every day, he persevered in sending more brothers out to fight with each other.

Although the two sides fought side by side in the last war, the class contradiction between the nobles and the commoners obviously could not be resolved so quickly.

After the war to recuperate for a day, he began to make up for the fight again.

This time, the 7th Battalion followed the brothers of the defenders to fight again, and it was obvious that they returned with a crushing defeat.

The injuries have not recovered, the manpower has been greatly reduced, and even the battalion commander has been sacrificed, and the morale has plummeted, and the defeat is reasonable.

Compared with the nest fire of the defending army during this period of time, although the noble private army also suffered heavy losses, after all, it is a nobleman, and the survival rate of his army is obviously higher than that of ordinary defenders.

"Brother, look at your appearance, as if you have just been caoed!"

"Fuck off, you've just been grassed, your whole family has been grassed! Twenty of us, eighty of us, fucking each other, it's not bad to be able to fucking hurt like this. ”

"Eighty? Those bastards of the aristocratic army are getting more and more unlimited! Just like their masters!

"Hey, brother, did you bring the things back? Don't be beaten, you didn't bring the things back, that's a big loss!"

"Fart, is Lao Tzu so decrepit? If you don't bring things back, won't this beating be in vain?"

"Hurry up and take it out, brothers are waiting for this thing to have fun!"

Hands and feet untied a large string of sturdy cloth bags from their waists, and the twenty soldiers of the independent regiment with blue noses and swollen faces moved at the same time, and quickly gathered these strings of things together.

Then, one of the less wounded soldiers opened a cloth bag, revealing what it had risked his life to get inside.

Arnold hinted that the four of them were silent and quietly gathered around to visit.

It turned out to be some strange tobacco leaves.

"Is this the tobacco of the magical world?" Arnold saw it for the first time, and in retrospect, it seemed that there was such a thing, and the place where it was produced was actually the hometown of the elves, the Vino Forest.

For the old smokers in the seventh battalion, it is indeed worth beating for these tobacco leaves.

"Is it for these things that you get beaten?"

Just as the smokers were about to 'share the spoils), suddenly a voice sounded very abruptly, and the tone was full of mockery.

"What kind of bastard bastard, what kind of shit is you talking about, you just don't have this thing, those bastards in the aristocratic army will also find fault and fight with us, you are blind.................. Belch............... Who are you... How did you get here......... Yes...... Captain Fergordon ......"

The angry shouting was swallowed back like a duck that had been choked by the neck, and the sergeant of the seventh battalion had just turned around, intending to look for the owner of the voice, when he saw Arnold's figure, and then saw Fergordon standing beside Arnold.

For a moment, cold sweat flowed down his forehead like a spring.

He seemed to have Arnold's identity in mind.

Everyone around them also quietly looked at the five Arnold who came in at a certain time.

"This is our new battalion commander, Lord Arnold Jean, one by one, you will greet him in this way? All those who have a share of the fight will give Lao Tzu twenty lashes to the Judge Advocate General!"

Freighten's eyes widened and he was a little angry, and he had informed them that the new battalion commander would be in office today.

As a result, this was rectified, which was obviously not taken to heart by the young battalion commander, and wanted to give him a dismissal, but he even hid it from him, which made Fergordon not angry.

"Yes, Captain!"

A weak voice sounded, and the twenty sergeants of the Seventh Battalion who had just been beaten up all lowered their heads.

"Do you know why you were whipped?"

Looking at the twenty soldiers in front of him who were beaten to bruises and swollen faces, Arnold suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Twenty soldiers with blue noses and swollen faces looked at each other.

"Report to the battalion commander because we violated military discipline and fought with friendly troops!"

"Shit !!"

Arnold suddenly let out a loud cry, grabbed the collar of the leading soldier's inner armor, and lifted him up with ease.

"Military discipline is an egg, if it is considered a violation of military discipline, then Lao Tzu should have been sent to the gallows a long time ago. Lao Tzu let you be whipped because you were useless, and you lost to the gang of dogs in the aristocratic army. What if there are many people on the other side, there are many people, which can only prove that they have not planted. Since they dare to find fault and provoke, they should let Lao Tzu die. If you can't fight a fight, will you kill people? Won't you kill people without weapons? Or are the people of the Seventh Battalion now also starting to be afraid of death? Will the former battalion commander die in vain? You tell Lao Tzu, should you !! these twenty whips you should be beaten?"

"Should !!"

These two words were shouted in unison, and the twenty soldiers of the Independent Regiment with blue noses and swollen faces collectively showed a firm look at this moment, and the murderous aura of their whole bodies exploded.

This is not Yin Wei who was taken by Arnold, he doesn't have this ability, but thinking that the former battalion commander is a figure, he can't help but have the illusion that the battalion commander who once led them in all directions is still alive.

They had already decided that after receiving these twenty lashes, they would crawl back to the west of the city and kill a few bastards over there.

The battalion commander is right, as long as the other party dares to provoke, then it should be done to death.

When it comes to killing, as a person in the Seventh Battalion, he should not be soft.

The twenty lashes were indeed speechless.

However, just as they were about to turn around and go to the Judge Advocate General's Office to receive the twenty whips, Arnold's other words made them collectively stunned on the spot, and at the same time, their eyes burst with irrepressible excitement.

Because, Arnold said with a sneer......

"These twenty whips are all remembered by Lao Tzu for the time being, among you who can still move, immediately go to the west of the city with Lao Tzu, your face is earned by yourself, and then you see those guys in the noble army, you should know how to do it!"

When Arnold turned around, he showed a satisfied smile, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, life is like a drama all depends on acting skills.

This set is not the result of his sudden change of personality, but the result of thinking about it for most of the night.

Yes, all this is not his nature, but his acting skills comparable to the Oscars.

Although his predecessor was a soldier, he was a cowardly soldier, looked down upon by his comrades-in-arms, and hardly had any friends.

In his previous life, he had also watched a lot of military TV series and knew what a soldier should be like. You can't be gentle and elegant, and you should be rude when you should be rude.

Before he came, he also learned about the deeds of the previous commander of the seventh battalion, and he only knew one thing, that is, to protect the short, whether it is right or wrong, this shortness must be protected first, and it can be punished internally, but it must be united externally.

This just gave him an opportunity to subdue the Seventh Battalion.

If this event is done well, he will be able to easily subdue everyone.