Miloka spent the afternoon in the bustling imperial capital looking for the Fourth Fortress, and when he finally stood in front of this pitifully small "fortress", the sunset, which had sunk more than half of the Toyalun Mountains, stretched his shadow long, without the appearance of a human being. The guards guarding the gate www.biquge.info leaned lazily against the wall with their spears, making a slight snoring sound, and swords and helmets mixed with miscellaneous objects were casually thrown in the corner. Miloka coughed twice to get the guard's attention, only to get the guard's eyes back.

The commander of the Fourth Fortress was a bald middle-aged man with a fierce face, and when Miloka sat respectfully at his desk and handed over the transfer order, he just slammed it on the table viciously, and then slammed the table and stood up and approached Miloka, the sound almost shattered the broken wooden fortress. "Boy, don't think that if someone covers you above, you can get a bargain from me, whether your father is a duke or your uncle is a general, if you don't do a good job here, I will fucking let you get out! "Did you hear that!" the bald commander shouted louder, and Miloka nodded hurriedly. "I'll ask you later, and I'll be happy with me!" and you and Harry will sleep in the room on the edge of the stairs, and get down!" the bald commander continued to shout.

Compared to the vicious commander, Harry, who lives with Miloka, is much friendlier. Harry was in his thirties, a veteran of oil, and Miloka had just come down from the second floor tremblingly, and he took the initiative to meet him. "Moore shouted so loudly that the guards guarding the gates could hear it. When Miloca asked Harry about his initiative, he replied.

"Don't mind Moore's fierce look, he just scares you, and the new soldiers have to destroy the prestige first. Harry said as he tidied up the clutter on the bed, "Don't mind if this house is in poor condition, the fortresses in the imperial capital are almost the same, our fourth fortress is good, and those who come from the countryside to serve as soldiers break their heads and squeeze here, but we have rules - overcrowding is not good, and the excess is let Moore drive away." ”

Miloka looked around the hut, and there were three narrow wooden beds and a broken wooden wardrobe five yards square, and except for Harry's place, the other beds were full of bits and pieces, and it was clear that no one had slept in a long time. The fourth fortress is a two-story building consisting of seven or eight rooms of this size and two slightly larger halls, hidden in the depths of an extremely unrecognizable path, and there are houses about the size of the fortress on the left and right. The dismal condition of the Fourth Fortress made it difficult for Miloka to believe Harry's words, and he half-jokingly asked, "How is this soldier?"

Harry was stopped by Miloca, the Fourth Fortress did have many soldiers, but the soldiers who came here were either poor boys from the countryside or rich children with harder backgrounds than Longyan, and the influx of two extreme groups of people made it difficult for the Fourth Fortress to keep stable soldiers - the poor countrymen came to the imperial capital with their blood, but they were forced by Moore's fierce face to either go home to farm or find another way to make a living; the rich children used the Fourth Fortress as a springboard, and they could not stay here for three days for a meritorious promotion, and immediately left this "ghost place". ”。 "The Guard's vernacular says 'a fortress has eight rooms, three bedrooms and nine beds,' and if you count you in this fourth fortress, you only have one bunk, don't you say there are too many people?" said Harry.

Miloca didn't say anything, silently sorting out her package.

Life in the Fourth Fortress was extremely boring, and Miloca just walked around the designated area with Harry every day, listening to Harry tell him about the beautiful people who used to live in this street, which gang was a stronghold in that alley, and which cats would steal which fish. In the evening, the two of them went straight back to the fortress to eat, chat, and sleep, and in the morning they got up and went on patrol, and so on. Miloka was interested in stories, but Harry's storytelling skills weren't as good as the worst bards, or even the drunken gamblers in the Black Prison Tavern. "Is that what life is like in the Imperial Capital Guards?" Miloka finally asked after dinner on the sixth day. Harry first looked at Miloka with a slightly provocative look, and then smiled meaningfully and said to the other soldiers who were chatting, "It seems that our little guy can't hold it back! This is the first few days? Now that the money lost to Lao Tzu is ready, I need to take the recruits to have some fun!"

Harry led Miloka through the intricate alleys, and soon came to the Plaza de la Valor, the square where Miloka had said goodbye to Lady Anna and her party when she first arrived in the imperial capital, and whom he had heard his name from. Miloca had never imagined that the Fourth Fortress would be so close to the square, and he followed Harry into a nondescript tavern, a real tavern. The humble tavern didn't even have a decent hall, and a few yards into the door was a long lonely bar, and a few bottles of dusty wine were scattered in the wine cabinet behind the bar. The old bartender, who looked to be sixty years old, lifted his gray-haired head and glanced at Harry and Miloca, and continued to lower his head to read the scroll in his hand. Harry ignored the old bartender and went straight through the small door next to the wine cabinet to the basement, where Miloca followed.

Through the dark tunnels, Harry takes Miloka to another world. The stone basement is brightly lit and spacious, accommodating dozens of people and still not looking crowded. Most of the people gathered here were dressed modestly, while the rest were mostly mercenaries, including Imperial soldiers like Harry. Women in seductive makeup and scantily clad weave their way through the crowd in search of a target, or scratch their heads in front of a man in the hope of a reward, and from time to time a man takes a woman of his choice into his arms, or simply pulls out a dozen pas and disappears into the corridor at the end of the basement with a woman.

A panicked Miloka stood at the entrance to the basement, the sight of which made him both curious and frightened, and the urge to flee out of nowhere. "The greatest pleasure in the life of the Imperial Capital Guards, enjoy it, little one!" At some point, Harry was already holding the almost **** woman in his arms, and they greeted Miloka and walked towards the corridor.

"Hey, it looks like your friend didn't plan to take you with him," said a good-looking, half-naked lady who blocked Miloka's view, stretched out her right hand and stroked Miloka's chest, and said teasingly, "There aren't many young and handsome guests like you, maybe we can find a place to sit down and talk," she said as she lifted the low, cloth-like slit skirt to reveal her snow-white thighs, "or let's go to the back and do something comfortable." ”

Miloca was terrified and finally ran away.

This became the laughing stock of Harry in the days that followed, and he often laughed at Miloka's innocence, but he never told the rest of the Fourth Fortress about it - after all, Harry made three hundred pas from them - and when the others asked about Miloka's early return that day, Harry laughed and said, "The virgin is always faster!"

Miloca never refuted Harry's ridicule, and every time he walked with Harry, he always felt embarrassed. He knew that Harry had just misunderstood his question after dinner that day. But the truth is that Miloka misunderstood Harry, and it was only when they started patrolling together that Miloka saw the other side of Harry.

Walking in the night, Harry changed from the cynicism of the day to a serious, deep, and a little sad. The night wind in the imperial capital was much fiercer than that of the Watch Castle, always howling and attacking Miloka and Harry as they walked down the alleys, and desperately burrowed into the cracks in Harry's armor, even though he wore a thick cotton coat inside the armor to keep out the cold iron armor, he was still shivering from the cold air flowing around. In contrast, Miloca's sand lizard leather armor is much warmer.

"Damn winter is coming again, isn't it!" Harry said as if to himself, and he sat down in a leeward corner, cowering. "Drink hot water and warm up before leaving. Harry said as he untied the small kettle from his waist and handed it to Miloca.

"Ahem... cough ......" Miloka, who took the kettle and poured it violently, pounded her chest and spat the water all over the ground, coughing non-stop. The hot current rushed down his throat and into his stomach, burning pain everywhere he went.

"Ha, you're such a squeamish little princess. Harry scoffed.

Miloka wiped the saliva off his lips, he could still feel the warmth rising in his body, "Is it wine?" he asked.

"Authentic dwarven spirits! not a defective tavern with water. Harry stretched, feeling much warmer, "Thank you, you earned me the money." Miloca knew that Harry was going to laugh at herself about the basement incident again, and she didn't answer, but Harry suddenly became serious, "You have to get used to this, women, wine, jokes, life in the garrison is no more fun." ”

"But I don't understand, we never learn, we don't train, every day we just chat and hang out, we ......"

"Don't complain, little princess. Harry interrupted Miloka, and he took another sip of wine and continued, "I know what you're thinking, everyone who's here like you, I know what you're thinking. I also thought so about making achievements and glorifying our ancestors. But look around, this is the imperial capital! We have fifteen yards of walls, thousands of knights, what about you? You don't have a duke's father, you don't have Anna's mother, you're just a weak little princess, why should you be a general?"

"But as a garrison, at least we should ......"

Harry interrupted Miloka again, and he put on a look of helplessness and disdain and said, "Forget it, we will stay in the imperial capital as soldiers to be safe, if the southern barbarians really fight here, the army that the four knights can't stop, do you still expect the guards to be able to help? The garrison is a place of chaos, we receive a decent military salary here, we can drink when we should drink, play when we should play, take care of things that should be managed, and take care of things that should not be taken care of, and when I earn enough money, I will go back to my hometown to do some small business, marry a wife and have children to enjoy my old age, so good. ”

"What if the Southern Empire did come here?" Miloka asked, confused, still unable to understand Harry's thoughts.

"I'm just gambling, betting that the Southern Barbarians won't be able to cross the boundary forest until the day I die. Harry looked at the stars and sighed.

Miloka was about to ask something, but he heard shouts and fights from the depths of the alley, and he was keenly ready to set off to find out.

"I advise you to leave it alone, there is still such a big movement at this time, only the 'Black Death' dares to toss like this in the imperial capital, even the blood lion has nothing to do with them, you go in vain, if you don't get it and take your life again, don't blame me for not stopping you when the time comes." Harry was still looking at the sky, a veteran like him for more than ten years had long been accustomed to the "dark moon and high wind murder night" in the imperial capital.

Miloca couldn't agree with Harry's thoughts, and ran into the depths of the alley in silence.