"Jarvis..."

As the heavily armed Imperial army was about to depart, Sergeant Mars raised his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the silent sinner.

After Alvin and Pym quarreled, Leno had been pondering, like a silent rock that could follow orders.

This made Sergeant Mars feel a little uneasy.

"Jarvis, don't take Pym's word for it, he's a suspicious MI2 investigator all day long, and all he has to do every day is to suspect this, doubt that."

Sergeant Mars patted Lino on the shoulder:

"You were indeed selected by MI4 to be the executor of a secret plan. But that doesn't mean you're going to be wiped out by the military. This kind of thing can only be done by MI2 and MI6 after the fact. Our military intelligence is about discipline and glory, and we will not use knives and guns against you if you have not betrayed the empire. Believe me. ”

"Yes, sir..."

Li Nuo exhaled slowly, nodded, and pandered:

"I just felt like I couldn't help myself. Ever since my parents and siblings were killed in a car accident, it seems that I have lost the initiative and can only be at the mercy of others. ”

Li Nuo smiled helplessly:

“... It's that I haven't adapted to who I am... A criminal soldier has no freedom at all. To be able to gain the tolerance of the Empire and join the army as a guilty person is already the mercy of the laws of the Empire to me. ”

"Don't feel bleak about the future, Jarvis."

Sergeant Mars lowered his voice and leaned into Lino's ear and said:

"I'm not going to hide it from you. I want to tell you a semi-open secret that you will be interested in. ”

Sergeant Mars whispered, and Lino listened.

"It all started with an investigation that MI4 did...

"According to statistics, if you want to clean up a necromantic tomb of this scale like Tomb 1079, it will cost about 8 million new Sauron before and after, you should know what kind of huge amount of money this is..."

Li Nuo was slightly stunned, "8 million? So much? ”

"Yes, don't be surprised." Sergeant Mars recounted:

"More than sixty percent of that amount was spent on removing the Corpse's magic shield.

"We had to use liquid flames to burn the magic shield 24 hours a day, so that little by little the magic shield could be drained and finally removed.

"This process lasts at least three days. If we encounter a counterattack by the undead army, it will take longer to burn the shield, and it may even be that the burning process is interrupted and the magic shield is restored, and we have to start from scratch... Soldiers who participated in a grave cleaning mission know this. ”

Sergeant Mars pressed Lenovo's shoulder and shook it:

"So, do you understand? You're not a consumable, a victim, Jarvis, you're a trailblazer.

"As long as you can prove with practical actions, modifying the necromantic rune can lift the magic shield. Then, MI4 can save a very, very large amount of expenses every year, and a large number of expensive liquid flame fuels. The money saved will turn into more advanced weapons, better armor, and fewer casualty figures.

"And you, Leno Jarvis, you'll get at least one Five-Star Warrior Medal. Have you ever heard of a person who contributed to the Imperial Army who was smothered by his own people? Didn't you? Even if this happens, MI4 will be the first to disagree. So, Jarvis, just carry out the tasks assigned to you by the military intelligence in peace, don't think too much. ”

Sergeant Mars's words are well-founded.

But Li Nuo was vigilant, half listened, half believed.

He is a cautious person who does not change his mind just because he listens to what others say.

"I'm feeling better, sir."

Li Nuo smiled, maintaining the apparent harmony:

"I really can't see it, your words are quite powerful, and a few words calmed me down."

"Haha, so you're going to be placed on my team. The commanders know very well in their hearts that the squad leaders other than me only care about how to fight, and will not think about other things, let alone comfort people, only I can talk to you. ”

Sergeant Mars winked at Lenovo:

"In case you don't know, I also went to City College. I studied Modern Literature and Pedagogy. Originally, after graduating, I was going to work as a teacher in a private educational institution. ”

Li Nuo raised his eyebrows, "No wonder you're articulate... So how did you come to join the army? ”

Sergeant Mars shook his head at the recollection and laughed a little self-deprecatingly:

"Hey, what else could be the reason... Hurt by love. The girl I like is married to someone she doesn't like. It also happened that I was in a time of pain when I encountered the Imperial Army recruiting soldiers. Then there is the current me, a person who wanted to relax in the army, but unexpectedly liked this kind of military life. ”

Li Nuo pouted and sighed:

"It seems that every man has a few women who play a key role in his success."

"Who's to say it isn't." Sergeant Mars and Leno looked at each other and smiled.

Li Nuo restrained his smile, and his heart was unwavering.

He looked around and saw that Sergeant Pig, the heel, was gone.

At this moment, Private Koben ran over from the camp not far away with a hint of a wicked smile.

"Report, sir." Cobain stopped in front of Sergeant Mars and said with a grin:

"That Pig drank all the nutrients we prepared for him in one go, and now he can't do without the dry toilet."

Sergeant Mars nodded, "Very well, Cobain, let's get back to the team." ”

After speaking, Sergeant Mars smiled at Lenovo and said:

"Our team doesn't allow others to cause trouble. Let Pig keep an eye on the aqua toilet. ”

Sergeant Mars waved his hand and led the team into the stairwell to board the rail train.

Li Nuo followed the team and looked back at the camp, feeling slightly uneasy in his heart.

Wouldn't it be too reckless for Mars to ask Cobain to use a laxative to break Pige?

That Sergeant Pig is not a good stubble at first glance.

Aren't you afraid of Pig's revenge?

Li Nuo thought about it for a while, then shook his head slightly, and put this matter aside.

Anyway, Mars is on the shoulder, so he doesn't have to worry about this.

...

A corner of the army camp.

"Is there anyone~~~"

"Is there anyone~~~"

"I need paper ~~~"

"Pss Beep beep beep ...."

A series of wet fart sounds rang out in the stinking dry latrine, followed by whimpering shivering and even weaker cries.

But it's a pity.

Due to the bad smell, aqua privies are placed in the most remote places.

The shouts didn't reach far before they were absorbed by the mottled stone walls and floor tiles.

In addition, it is the time for the whole army to attack, and basically no one will come to the dry toilet to wander around.

If nothing else, Pig will be here for a long, long time...

The other side.

Pyg's commander, Sergeant Pym, was in his tent, flipping through the combat reports of Alvin's army.

This report was requested from Alvin by Pym in the name of working together to investigate spies.

It records the battle, battle damage, and use of materials on Alvin's side during the process of cleaning up Tomb 1079.

As an MI2 investigator specializing in the review of the Empire's internal affairs, Sergeant Pym was qualified to know all this.

When he saw Alvin's army record the "Aggregate Supply" and "Death Supply" characteristics of the Necromantic Structure, Sergeant Pym's eyes flickered and his face became a little gloomy.

"Guard, come in." Sergeant Pym shouted out of the tent.

"Report to you, sir." The guards walked into the tent and raised their hands in salute.

"How many men did Sergeant Alvin leave to guard the first and second basement floors?"

"Report, there's a three-person team on the first and second floors."

Sergeant Pym frowned, his eyes under the lenses revealing a discoloration:

"That's it? Are you sure? ”

"Yes, sir."

Sergeant Pym grimaced and waved the guard out.

When he was the only one in the tent, Sergeant Pym gritted his teeth and slapped the handrail hard, his face gloomy.

"Yes, yes... Gretel, Alvin, you're really calculating... Asked me to help you guard the first and second basement floors..."

In terms of the discipline of military operations, since Sergeant Pym intervened in this military mission under the pretext of "coordinated operations", and he himself remained in the base camp according to the instructions of Second Lieutenant Gretel...

If the base camp is breached by the resuscitated necromantic army, he Pym will definitely bear the main responsibility.

Only then did Sergeant Pym react, and before he knew it, he was put together by Gretel and Alvin...

He gasped for a few breaths, restraining the anger in his chest.

He folded the military report in front of him, put it in the file bag, smoothed the edge of the file bag, and arranged it neatly in the file folder.

"I don't know what's going on with Pyg," Sergeant Pym muttered, calling out to his guards again:

"Guards!"