In the camp of the Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment, a white tent made of washing cloth and nylon is scattered.

In the meantime, the mercenaries' cheerful laughter continued, and they had just won the battle, and they were celebrating with great interest.

In the largest tent of the camp, a dozen men sat around the firewood, above which were large copper vessels, and in the tent an unknown liquid was placed, and an intoxicating smell of wine sometimes overflowed from it, filling the entire tent.

"Drink less! It will be distributed to others later. ”

Looking at the unrestrained sea drinks of his subordinates, the deputy head of the regiment, Qiao An, reminded a few words from time to time.

At that time, during the staggered banquet, several roasted golden deer racks were also brought in from outside, and after receiving the meat, everyone began to eat and drink wantonly.

Sitting here are all the upper echelons of the Fire Dragon Mercenary Regiment, except for the deputy head Qiao An and Wai Feng Chris, the rest are all at the captain level.

"Haha! It turned out that there were only a few dozen elves in the jungle. ”

"Isn't it? If it weren't for the deputy head of the regiment thinking too much, the purple-skinned girls on the other side would have rushed over to clean up a meal. The big-bellied Mo Hui smirked and echoed the words of others, but what he didn't realize was that his quick words were directly denying Qiao An's previous battlefield analysis.

"Oh? Is it? It turns out that there are only 100 enemies, but thousands of of you big men are still killed, and now you still have the face to say this. Standing up and tearing a deer leg, Joan was very angry and teased when she heard the conversation under her hands.

"No, deputy commander, when the key troops are assembled, the captain and deputy captain are all in front of the team, and the enemy is killed from the rear, you also know that the group of old fritters in the mercenaries are fishing in troubled waters every day, and they can fight back when they are attacked by the opposite side, which is already good, and in this case, they often smear oil on the soles of their feet."

"Mo Hui, do you mean that the head of the regiment said the wrong thing?"

"Deputy head of the regiment, if you say something wrong, you can say it wrong, they are all adults, what are you doing in your heart like this, it's true."

Faced with the unconscious ridicule of the bald fat man, Joan was very angry.

"Mo Hui, you are challenging the endurance of this group leader!" The words were sonorous and powerful, and the red-haired man was gritting his teeth.

But the other party didn't seem to realize the displeasure of the deputy head of the group, and Mo Hui, who still couldn't control his mouth, wanted to continue to reply, but was interrupted by Dima who came in from outside the tent, and the other party quickly came to Qiao An, opened his mouth and began to report the situation:

"Report to the Deputy Head of Mission, there's something I need your instructions."

After sorting out her emotions, Qiao An suppressed the anger in her heart, so she pretended to be flat and said, "What's the matter, you say."

"What to do with those dead companions."

"What else can I do, hurry up and burn it, if the weather is hot in the afternoon, it will be easy to rot, and there will be a plague."

"Okay."

"Do you still need me to teach this kind of thing? Well...... Wait a minute! Joan seemed to think of something, and immediately stopped Dima, who was about to come out.

"What else?"

"Anyway, it's going to be burned, and later you cut off your tongue from those corpses, and I'm going to reward Captain Mo Hui, the most eloquent in our regiment."

Dima was a little stunned, looked at the deputy head of the regiment, and glanced at Mo Hui again.

Perhaps feeling humiliated, the pot-bellied man was a little unhappy, and stood up on the spot to question the other party.

"Deputy Commander, what do you mean by this...... Yes! Biwei, you guy, why are you beating me? ”

Bi Wei, who was sitting next to Mo Hui, felt that the bald fat man was a little stunned, the deputy head of the regiment was already such an obvious metaphor, he was still talking about the actions of the deputy head of the regiment, others are now the second leader of the team, and you need to be a subordinate to point out your behavior and do things, and you won't die if you don't die, you don't understand?

But out of the affection of his colleagues, he still kindly reminded him.

"The deputy head of the regiment will let you eat, where is so much nonsense, beware that this meal is your decapitated meal."

"Ahh

Mo Hui was still quite clear about the word decapitated rice, but the current situation made him a little confused, and he looked seriously at Bi Wei, who was speaking at this time, but found that the other party's eyes flashed, and he followed the direction of Bi Wei's two eyeballs, and noticed the smiling face of the deputy head of the regiment.

What's the situation?

Mo Hui was a little stunned, not quite understanding what the other party wanted to express.

But at this time, the camp tent was much quieter, and Qiao An's smiling tiger-like style invisibly put pressure on everyone.

Chris, who was drinking a cup of wine, glanced at Mo Hui, who was stunned, and in order to prevent Yaxing, who was drinking, from being ruined, he still spoke to ease the depressing atmosphere.

"Huh! Joan, isn't it too much for you to take down the corpse of your subordinates to make a joke? ”

"Oh? Chris, I didn't expect you to cry a mouse, who doesn't know that you have a bad taste than me. ”

"Perhaps, but I never do something that destroys my appetite while I'm eating or drinking."

"Hehe, that's because you haven't met this kind of guy who doesn't give you face three times and twice." Qiao An said, her smile became brighter and brighter, and the other captains saw this, and their backs were a little cold.

"It's all boring, everyone is there, forget about this kind of unprofitable thing, don't fix these unpleasant things on the spot."

"The leader needs prestige."

"Let's solve it in private, now everyone is eating, and today we are going to recuperate, and tomorrow we will go to the elf village to loot."

"Are you sure your magic works? Don't let us go over at that time, the other side is still very energetic with bows and arrows, and welcomes us in the middle of the road. ”

"My magic is valid for three days, whether it is directly wet by the rain, or mixed with well water to be eaten, as long as there is a creature in contact with the magic mixed with the rain during this time, the continuous weakening curse will continue until people are powerless until they fall unconscious."

"Then why wait two more days, we still have to rest and prepare for the attack."

"Although it is time-sensitive for three days, it is better to solve it quickly, in case the elves have a priest who can 'purify' skills, the longer they wait, the more ways the other party will always have to deal with this curse."

"Okay, after lunch, I'll arrange their preparations before attacking." As if forgetting the unpleasantness just now, Joan then shouted to the others: "Everyone drink less, and there will be offensive matters to explain later."

The other captains knew that they were busy after eating, but they could only agree, but one fellow thought of today's captive, and he was heartbroken:

"That, deputy head of the regiment, you see, we have captured a lot of elves this time, the brothers are working so hard, should we treat them tonight."

"Keck, I'll deal with this matter, after you complete the task I assigned, wait for the evening, except for a few good goods I ordered, and the goods that can't be moved as takeaway transactions, you can pick the rest yourself."

"Oh! Long live the deputy commander! ”

Not only did Keck shout, but the other captains also chanted.

"Gotta have it, you have to be quiet, there are other people outside, there are more monks and less porridge, try not to let too many people know."

"Hey, we know."

Some of the captains laughed sheepishly, and the scene burst into laughter again, but Mo Hui still didn't understand the previous situation, and asked Piwei:

"Brother, what's the matter, what kind of decapitated meal you just said, I don't understand very well."

"Oh! I guess it's okay now, but you'd better not speak in front of the second leader in the future. Bewi was very polite, responding to his unabashed colleague.

At this time, Chris may have drunk a little too much, and seeing that the two were still chattering about what happened just now, he was also interested for a while, and with a red face, he stretched out his hand to greet Mo Hui.

"Huh? Old man, are you letting me go? ”

"Hmm."

Chris nodded nondeniably.

I don't know what the other party's purpose is, but Mo Hui, who is straight, still stood up from Biwei's side, and after going around about ninety degrees behind everyone, he came to Chris:

"Old man, what are your orders for calling me over?"

"I'll show you something."

"What's that?" Mo Hui was a little curious.

I saw Chris mysteriously take out a bronze mirror from his arms and hand it over.

"Huh? Why give me a mirror. ”

"I'll give you a game first, and after dinner, remember to return me, but you have to remember! Don't break it. ”

"Hehe, what's so fun with the mirror? Really my three-year-old...... Hey! !"

Mo Hui just took it and was about to laugh at it, but when he saw the scene in the mirror, he was so frightened that he almost threw away the bronze mirror in his hand.

After panicking and surprised, he secretly glanced at the deputy head of the main seat again, but at this time, Qiao An was still smiling and changing the cup, adjusting his mentality, Mo Hui confirmed the picture in the mirror again, but those devouring eyes made his hands tremble.

The shiny brain, the cold sweat soaked by Mo Hui, flowed down his cheeks, and dripped on the mirror, faintly, he didn't see the evil face of the red-haired man just now, but turned to a series of demonic shadows that stirred the sky and the earth.

……

Seemingly satisfied with the bald fat man's expression, the slightly drunk old man who lightly raised his wine glass, intentionally or unintentionally, looked at the curtain of the camp tent, recalled the additional harvest of the sacrificial disaster rain last night, and rejoiced in his heart:

I don't know if the owner of the mirror likes the demon sacrificed by the old man.