The camp was filled with the Valstad Night Owl flags mixed with the terrifying skull flags, and Müller was surprised to learn later that the unit he had entered was also called the "Skeleton Division".

As a meritorious unit, the 3rd Division of the Valstad Imperial Guards has a long and proud history, as well as a glorious record that can go down in history.

Every soldier has been trained in a military academy and has the command ability at the squad level, and is rich in both theoretical knowledge and practical combat experience, which can be called the elite of the elite.

As a result, the 3rd Division had the right to wear special uniforms and accessories, and was equipped with state-of-the-art guns and cold weapons.

The main body of the exclusive uniform of the "Skeleton Division" is basically the same as the classic black, red and yellow color scheme of other Guards troops, using pure black tweed fabric, gold epaulette tassels and ribbons, and red collar badge edging.

The difference is mainly reflected in the subtleties;

The cuffs, collar, and pockets of the uniforms are embroidered with skulls sewn with silver thread, and the copper cloak buckle is deliberately cast in the shape of a human skull.

The style of the "Skeleton Division" is consistent with that of heraldry, and it is a force known for its ferocity and toughness, now under the personal command of the Emperor's confidant, Count Neule.

On this day, the Skeleton Division welcomed a special member, Mueller from Solan, and the arrival of this foreigner immediately aroused discussion and doubts among the officers and soldiers.

At the camp, a drunken soldier complained:

"Lao Tzu was in the army for seven years before he became a small captain! How can this guy be a corporal, it's not fair that he came and was directly treated as a corporal, he wasn't even a Valstadian! ”

"Go through the back door!" Another whispered, "Hey...... I've heard that this Solangol has a letter of recommendation from Her Royal Highness Edgar, and I guess there's a leg between them! ”

Hearing such a romantic affair, the other soldiers were instantly interested: "Really? Awesome! Cuckolding Prince William, the good son-in-law of His Majesty the Emperor, is exciting to think about. ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense! Dare to flirt with that murderous tigress who doesn't blink? Pure! If this is the case, nine lives will not be enough, and you will die more than ten times! ”

"I don't think it's necessarily a rumor, after all, there is no wind and no waves, the princess in military costume has a good impression of the Solan people, and often brings relief supplies to distribute to refugees, and other divisions also spread the same, maybe she will take a fancy to which one."

"Tsk, it's really enviable, if you can have a leg with Her Royal Highness the little princess, even if it's a kiss, it's fucking worth dying!"

"Damn! The division commander is here, stand upright! Salute! ”

Count Neule, looking at the neat procession, kicked the side of the vanguard's boot, and scolded:

"Bastard! I see you sitting in a circle playing cards and being lazy! What's the matter, getting together and saying bad things about me again? ”

"That can't be, we're discussing business, studying the strategy and tactics of the next march, my lord!" The vanguard said loudly.

"Fuck off!" Neulai scolded the street while laughing and patting the other party's shoulder: "Who are you fooling?"

If you had the brains to strategize, you would have been sitting in a meeting at the General Staff a long time ago! Where will you accompany a big old man like me to suffer in this ghost place where birds don't! ”

All the officers and men were amused by the division commander, and unlike the serious atmosphere of the other Guards divisions, everyone in the skeleton division seemed relaxed, and discipline was based entirely on consciousness rather than punishment.

The Count of Neulay was an unruly and approachable chief, and it is said that he did not want to die in battle, and did not know how to retreat like a bull, and treated his enemies even cruelly, but he treated his subordinates with tenderness and care.

The Count risked his life many times to save the lives of ordinary soldiers, so the officers and soldiers of the Skeleton Division respected him.

"Alright, that's the end of the joke, Lizheng!

I have come to introduce you to a new companion to your company, and this friend is our friend of Solan, Mr. Müller Arendale Dietrich.

He had served as a corporal in the Kingdom Army, and had proven his courage in battle, and I retained his rank, and Mr. Müller was highly educated, fluent in the international lingua franca and Valsta, and believed that he could easily fit into our community. ”

"Got it, we'll entertain the new brothers!" The vanguard saluted, and when he said the word "hospitality", he added an extra accent, which seemed meaningful.

Mueller knew what that meant, but he didn't care, any unit had a tradition of ostracizing and bullying recruits, not to mention that he was a gringo.

Count Neulay looked down at his pocket watch: "Okay, as a punishment for being lazy to chat, punish you for running two laps around the camp in a row, fifty push-ups, running, walking!" ”

Mueller greeted his new companion and ran with them, immediately feeling the look of suspicion and hatred from front to back.

As soon as he joined the new collective, everyone was punished, and being excluded was naturally inevitable.

It didn't take long for Müller to get a sense of what it meant to put the quotation marks in quotation marks, "Be well entertained." ”

In just one afternoon, there were three pranks against him,

Someone saw that Muller looked haggard and had a pale complexion, and did not know the condition of his white phosphorus poisoning, so they nicknamed him "Muller the Hanged Man".

When Muller was eating, he found leaves in the rice bowl and chili oil floating in the porridge.

When I changed my socks, I found that a small cold stone appeared in my boots.

For these little pranks, Mueller just laughed and didn't take it seriously.

Such an open-minded attitude soon ushered in a friend for him,

The company's big macho "Poker Face Pattinson" and the stocky "Black Jack the Piggy" love to talk to Muller.

Whether it is training or marching, the three of them are inseparable, mostly talking about some folk anecdotes in their hometowns, gossips about the commanders in the troops, amorous affairs of aristocratic ladies, etc., and more often telling vulgar jokes.

Completely different from the small fresh style of the Solans, the jokes of the Valsta people are either straightforward meat jokes or intriguing cold humor, which I didn't think was funny at first, but when I think about it, the aftertaste is endless.

Once, when he was queuing up to eat, Mueller squatted on the ground and covered his mouth and coughed violently, and when he stood up, his hands were covered with blood, and this time he couldn't hide it anymore, and soon, everyone in the skeleton division knew about his white phosphorus poisoning.

The comrade-in-arms who once played a prank on him secretly wrote a letter of apology, and promised not to call him by his nickname anymore,

Mueller expressed his gratitude, then smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter, it's harmless to play a prank, and I'd rather you call me 'Hangman Muller', and other people's nicknames aren't very nice anyway,

I want to be part of this collective, and when you fight, you can rest assured that you can hand over your back to me, and I will cover with my life. ”

Since that conversation, everyone's attitude towards him has changed.

no longer treats him as a "gringo who came in through the back door", but really treats him as a companion, someone helps him learn the military rules of the ** National Guard, and even the aunt in the cooking class will secretly give him two more pieces of meat.