It was another hot morning, and the sun made no secret of its unrestrained energy, scorching the dead land. Everything seemed to be losing its life, and the nearby river was drying up.

"Hell, I was sent to stand guard at this time, no wonder when I first came here, those veterans were so enthusiastic about me, and they felt that they were going to push me into the fire pit. "But the key is that there is not even a shade in this defense area, hey, I see, don't wait for the enemy to come, it is estimated that I will be ripe first when I stand for a while, and I will pour eight lifetimes of blood mold.

Three hours passed in a daze, and then a figure came out of the camp and walked towards me slowly, only to see him holding a meat cleaver in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, and that person was Uncle Hans!, "Uncle Hans, are you here to change the guard with me?"

"Well, yes, yes, oh yes, little brother Jedi Chen, this bottle of wine is the best wine I brought you, you can take it and drink it on the way back." ”

"But uncle, where is your flare gun?"

"Hiccup. Oh, it looks like I drank too much and forgot to take it, so you can give me yours first. ”

"Uncle, we are border sentinels, how can we forget to bring such an important thing. I said solemnly.

"Oh, let me think. Heck, mine seems to have been sold to an arms dealer for a lot of wine. He took a few more sips of his neck and then Hans lay down on the ground. Hey, fortunately, no enemy came, this is coming, we have to die of laughter, before the battle is fought, our side will be hot to death, drunk.

I can't stand on my feet, so what kind of post is it worth. I hurriedly helped my uncle up and walked towards the barracks.

I thought that when I arrived at the camp and talked to the duty commander about changing the guard, I was stunned by the scene in front of me as soon as I arrived at the barracks, so I asked me to close my chin first.

I saw that the barracks were full of alcohol, and everyone was drunk, and even the commander on duty was throwing off his arms and fighting for all kinds of wine. There is still a little bit of a soldier's appearance.

I couldn't bear it anymore and yelled, "You are all drunk like this, if the undead and the undead come to fight, how can we defend and defend our homeland!"

"Hehe, he...... He. They won't come. A drunken voice came from around the corner. "What about them?... Already... It hasn't been seen for more than 200 years, have you forgotten the "Holy War Pact". They're not coming, hehehe. Come and drink one, in fact, sending you to stand guard is just a formality. I'm afraid that the above will come to check the post, or you won't have to stand guard...... Purr"

"This group of people, there is no vigilance at all, sooner or later, our dragon clan will be destroyed in the hands of this group of people. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a stuffy pain in my chest, turned my head and walked out of the barracks, came to a place where there was no one, and couldn't help sighing: Is this the barracks life I yearn for, the soldiers get drunk and make trouble all day long, and they stand guard for their own people, and even their own weapons are sold to hateful profiteers for wine. This is the border, and it is a place where you should be nervous and prepared at all times. No, I can't fall with them, I want to boost morale and do my job seriously, not for myself, but for the country.

Our people cannot die out step by step in this comfortable day, as a young man, I cannot bring this sluggish atmosphere to the next group of sentinels, I cannot live in this kind of place for the rest of my life, I still have a lot of missions on my shoulder. At this point, I began to touch the weapon on my waist.

Wait a minute...... It seems that something is wrong, what about my sword, I wiped it, my sword was taken away by this group of people, I have to go back quickly, or my sword will turn into wine......

Wait, where is this, it's getting dark, how can I go back...... Looks like I'm going to sleep on the "bunk" tonight.