The midday sun shone on the roof of the cabin of the chain tractor, scorching the entire cockpit. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bobby holds the steering wheel and hangs a white towel around his neck, wiping his sweat from time to time. One of the most memorable images of his childhood was sitting on the ridge of a field and watching his father and mother bend over the wheat fields. At that time, my father wore a towel around his neck to wipe his sweat like he does now.

Bobby was not an immigrant from the provinces, he was born in the province of Oviere, and for as long as he can remember, the wheat fields behind the front house have been his own. According to the grown-ups, this was not the case in the early years. At that time, the land belonged to the nobles, and the peasants were busy all year round, but they had to hand over most of the harvest to the nobles, leaving only some inferior flour mixed with bran and bran.

Bobby also heard that children don't digest food like that, and they all have ridiculously large bellies, but their legs and feet are as thin as firewood rods. Bobby must have looked that pitiful way when he was a child, but he doesn't remember it anymore.

In the words of the old man of the village, Bobby was born in a good old age, and he did not know what this sentence meant, but later he gradually realized that eating and dressing the peasants was not as natural as he imagined - before the arrival of the king of the north, people would starve to death in the village every few years.

Six years ago, when the county public school was founded, Bobby was twelve years old, just enough to squeeze into the age range of public school admissions. But at first, Bobby was reluctant to sit in the same church and read the same books as the seven or eight-year-old kids. He thought it would be humiliating, but it was much more interesting to climb up a tree to dig up birds' eggs, or go down to the river to catch fish, or hide in a pile of straw and peek at the village boys and girls doing that.

Two years later, Bobby paid the price for his wayward playfulness. In the first year of the new calendar, the mystery of magic was revealed, and the children of the county school became magic apprentices one by one, but Bobby was still a country child who could only dig birds' eggs.

One evening, his brother, who was two years younger than him, rubbed a fireball in front of him. That very day, Bobby ran out of the house without saying a word, sat on the ridge of the field without saying a word, and cried all night.

From then on, Bobby became a taciturn weird child, until the 2nd year of the new calendar, when the god of light seemed to hear the poor child's prayer and gave him a chance to make amends for his mistakes.

In short, the factory attached to the border guard station recruited, and Bobby was successfully selected because of his strong physique, and became an honorable industrial worker.

According to Article 14 of Chapter 3 of the Imperial Wizards Act, any factory that has been audited by the Ministry of Industry is obliged to provide magic gold and magical instruction to all regular workers recruited by it until they master an apprentice-level magic.

In other words, Bobby can finally become a magic apprentice like his younger siblings!

However, Bobby soon found that he was really not suitable for learning magic, although he, like other workers, condensed more than 300 divine elements in each of the five systems in a little more than a month after entering the factory, and became an intermediate magic apprentice, but he never mastered any industrial skill magic - the simplest industrial skill magic was the eighteen-yuan fire magic: welding.

Eventually, Bobby was assigned to the only driving class that didn't require any skill magic to work, and became a tractor driver.

Some people say that the God of Light is always fair, and if he gives you less here, he will make up for it elsewhere. This is also confirmed by Bobby. He was not good at mathematics and could not master complex magic, but in the driving class, he became a star student, from driving a tractor to simply repairing transmission parts, nothing could stump him.

Just like right now, on the crooked, uneven hills, Bobby can still drive the tractor fast and steadily.

More than two hours have passed since the earthquake, and half an hour ago, when the formation of the border guard station was set out, the mobilization speech of Regiment Commander Sam was still echoing in his ears.

“...... The enemy's foothold is unstable, and the army will inevitably be discouraged after the earthquake, and we just happened to catch him off guard...... With the deterrence of hot air balloon formations, the enemy forces will only spread out even more...... We concentrate our efforts and cannibalize ...... one by one"

Bobby listened to all the parts about war tactics in a daze, and for more than a minute of mobilization speech, what touched him the most was the simple and straightforward phrase "blood for blood".

That's right, blood for blood.

In the rearview mirror outside the carriage, several tractors followed closely, and more walked side by side outside the windows on both sides.

This battle formation, known as the "1st Marine Battalion", had 20 tractors. In addition to the driver, there were three battle mages on each tractor, two level 6 mages with slightly lighter robes standing in the safety cage behind the tractors, and a young level 3 mage sitting next to Bobby and the co-pilot seat.

The first thing Bobby learns in the pilot's class is that the Blue Bird Mage is forbidden to enter the cabin in order to prevent damage to the magic engine under the cockpit seat.

It is not written in the driving regulations that in the event of war, it is necessary to strictly follow this rule. But apparently, the two sixth-level mages also knew the relevant regulations, and they consciously gave up their only seat to the third-level mages with less seniority.

Beyond a rolling hilly slope, a large wheat field came into view, and Bobby's heart suddenly tensed, and his right hand unconsciously let go of the steering wheel and touched the magic gun next to his seat. He couldn't learn welding, but he managed to master the magic of bursting ice beads, so he could at least use a magic gun.

"Don't be afraid...... There's a battalion commander here. The young mage beside him noticed Bobby's small movements and whispered in relief.

Bobby let out an "um" and put his hands back on the wheel. He knew that the battalion commander was in the back cage, the sixth-level mage who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, but was actually nearly thirty years old, Gilbert, a veteran who had participated in the battle of divine punishment.

The tractor formation drove down the gentle slope, and a small herd of long-haired cotton sheep was frightened and fled.

Many of the farmhouses in the wheat fields in the distance have collapsed, apparently as a result of the earthquake. A few survived and remained in their original state, reminiscent of Bobby's house. But Bobby knew that it was not, because when he came out of the border guard, he followed the orders of the battalion commander Gilbert and drove all the way to the northwest, not the direction of home.

Tractors marched into wheat fields in formation, wide iron tracks pressing through the ditches as if they were on flat ground. Apart from the wide river channel, there was no terrain in the province of Oviere that could stop the formation.

"Attention!

The battalion commander's sudden shout startled Bobby, and he subconsciously stepped on the brake with his right foot. Since the tractor he was driving had battalion commander Gilbert in charge, the other tractors also stopped with him.

It was only then that Bobby saw a group of people coming out from behind the farmhouse a few hundred meters ahead.

Yes, there were twenty or thirty of them, all in tight armor, and no one else was dressed like that except for knights.

"Stay put!Horn player ready to shoot freely!" Gilbert's voice sounded as nervous as Bobby's mood at the moment.

Now, unbeknownst to Bobby, the one he was part of was the first of the seventeen armed tractor formations to encounter the Knights. A sudden roar sounded above his cockpit, announcing the first encounter between the Faemon army and the Knight Federation army.