The journey back was very smooth, and it didn't take long for Qi Lang and Ou Wu to join up with the soldiers of the Whirling Front Army who were waiting outside.

The degree of surprise of Old Harry, Gulf and others can be imagined, especially after seeing the huge and ugly head of Bajina, their sweat was flooded.

It took a lot of time to explain to them what was happening in the Pool of Illusions. Qi Lang hid the content of Leo and the Sword of Victory from the public, because it was a secret belonging to Ou Wu, and since he avoided talking about it, Qi Lang felt that there was no need for him to talk too much. Of course, he will definitely share those interesting clips with Gulf privately, especially the part where he invites Owu to taste the black tea, Gulf must be interested.

Now, the more than 100 corporals can go home unscathed, and it's still early, maybe in time for lunch the next day if they hurry. In fact, this is also a thing that Qi Lang thinks is quite amazing. When the soldiers ask questions, they always grasp the loopholes in the time. In their opinion, such a hard battle could never have happened in the short hour that they were missing. Even though the bloody rat's head was unquestionably real, the soldiers just couldn't figure it out.

Qi Lang certainly knew that the battle had indeed lasted more than an hour, and he even felt as if it had been a whole day. Time vortex? That's too mysterious, Qi Lang doesn't think he can say it clearly with his own words.

Qi Lang felt that he needed to sort things out and then find someone who was knowledgeable and patient to explain it.

Gulf could be called a bag inquirer, but he certainly wasn't a good candidate, because he didn't seem to have any secrets in his stomach. Forget it, he's probably scared his soul out, and there's been no hearing from him along the way. Lao Zhan may know a lot, but his price is a little more expensive, and Qi Lang's savings are not much, so he can't buy enough roast lamb leg to impress him.

Or Dodim, if he had time.

The soldiers had traveled all night, and at about ten o'clock the next morning, they finally returned to their warm tents. Qi Lang graciously canceled the normal training during the day, and they could catch up on the sleep.

The task of counting the exploits of the war was assigned to Gulf and Jira, who were good at communicating with people and were good at calculations, which was perfect for communicating with the bureaucrats of the Ministry of War. Speaking of the corporal who had been slapped with a stick from his companion, he had already woken up, and had a big fight with Corporal Noah about it, because he felt that it was the stick that made him miss the opportunity to make a great achievement, otherwise he would have rushed in with the vice-captain without hesitation, and at least shot a few arrows at Badge.

Now, there were only two people left in tent 31, Qi Lang and Ao Wu, and before the big strong man fell asleep, Qi Lang felt the need to have a good talk with him while the passion of this vicious fight had not completely faded. It would have been great if he could improve the cold neighborhood, and even if this idea ultimately fell through, at least he would have to go to sleep later because his snoring was too loud.

"Sergeant Owu, can we talk?" Qi Lang sat on the edge of the blanket and leaned his upper body towards Owu, showing as much cordial attitude as possible. That was also a very difficult thing for him.

"I'll listen, Sergeant. Owu's voice was still cold, and he was so self-conscious that he wrapped the bandages around his body, not even lifting his eyelids. But Qi Lang was already very satisfied with this, and Ou Wu did not curse angrily, nor did he mention the words "Eastern slave", which means that this time the battle side by side still exchanged some friendship.

"Okay......" Qi Lang cleared his throat and pushed that hint of embarrassment aside, "Your Gondwana artifact is quite majestic, it's that Leo." I noticed that you talked for a while......"

"Yes. "Owu scribbled the repairs and fell on his back," he said to me, "Don't let that little thin man be left behind, the children of Gondwana will always be the strongest warriors." ”

"Oh, thank you......" The embarrassment seemed to return, but Qi Lang realized that he had become the little thin man in Aowu's mouth, which sounded like a compliment, "I believe that you can do it...... But can't you tell us more about the sword?"

"I told you. Owu had closed his eyes, "The sword of victory, the sword of the victors! That's all Leo and I know!

"Well, no. You can...... Sleep, O-U. Qi Lang lowered his voice in disappointment, because the snoring was already loud from there.

Seeing the stupid bear lazily turn his body to the opposite side, Qi Lang suddenly felt inexplicable envy in his heart. He had slain a good night's sleep, how well he had slept at ease! He had killed an enemy, found his pet, and found the sword of victory, and it seemed that this trip to the Black Forest had been arranged entirely for him.

Qi Lang didn't know why he had awkwardly lifted the sword, as if he wanted to snatch it in his hand.

Of course, it was a very powerful sword! as Leo said, an artifact!

But...... It seems to have been made for Au-U. That kind of weight, that kind of length, is just right for Owu's figure. If Ao Wu's thick arm picked it up, I am afraid that even the Holy Son Peak would be able to split it in half! When Qi Lang thought of the appearance of Ao Wu's sword, he found that his heart was filled with a sour feeling.

Qi Lang figured it out, the source of his great confusion was the sword! Yes, the sword of victory was definitely not suitable for him, it was big, heavy, and maybe a little ugly, but its appearance brought back Qi Lang's original idea - to have a sword in his hand!

Although Qi Lang is now only one of the archers, everyone knows that his performance in swordsmanship is in no way inferior to that of any of the stormtroopers. The few times he played the occasional blow while training with Gurff made even Felix look hot. But like most of the lads of the Twenty-Seventh Warband, he and Ben didn't have a chance to get a decent sword before they were promoted to sergeant, not to mention the kind of high-quality goods that had been inlaid with gems, not even ordinary steel swords!

But now, he has discovered a magical sword and dealt his foe a heavy blow with a reluctant swing. The feeling of using a sword is wonderful! Qi Lang found that the pent-up desire in his heart resurfaced, and it was stronger than ever!

Qi Lang remembered the scene clearly, the Sword of Victory broke free of his palm, like a proud god, and said to him disdainfully: "Do you hear clearly? I don't call it the Sword of the Loser, you don't deserve to touch me at all!"

This is so infuriating, is it destined to be a victor?

Now, even if Qi Lang forcibly closed his ears, it would be difficult for him to fall asleep smoothly. Longing to rush through his mind like a tidal wave, Qi Lang felt that his whole body was steaming, and he should really run to the edge of the Etri River, and plunge into it with a fierce son, so that he could calm down again.

He got up and walked out of the tent, the afternoon sun was getting fierce, as if he was deliberately working against Qi Lang. Qi Lang took a deep breath and was about to walk outside the camp, but he heard a stern command from a non-commissioned officer behind him: "Lizheng, Sergeant Qi Lang!"

"Yes, Captain Dodim!" Qi Lang stood up straight with a serious expression.

Dodim walked around to Qi Lang, and the helplessness on his face seemed to be a little more nervous: "Don't you think that the actions of the past two days should be reported to me in advance? If it weren't for the fact that I happened to go to the military department to get the message, I wouldn't know that you had made such a big move again." ”

"I'm sorry, Captain. Qi Lang stuck out his tongue in his heart, but still refused to admit it, "But Lieutenant Mei Ji has instructed that the training in the past few days will be arranged by me, and the operation I have arranged is not out of line. As for encountering Badji during the operation, it was a complete accident. ”

A smile almost appeared on Dodim's face, but he held back in time: "I really should have locked you up for two days." However, considering that you voluntarily confessed to all your crimes and had obvious remorse for the mistakes you committed, the confinement penalty was postponed for the time being. ”

Dodim then beckoned to Qi Lang, signaling him to follow him to the headquarters to confess the so-called "crime", while lowering his voice and saying with concern: "You are really fooling around, the three-stage beast body of Baji is enough to kill you and Ou Wu ten times, and the feeling of escaping death is very enjoyable, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Captain. But ......"

"Don't do it, even if you let Nabaji in, he won't be able to take the sword of victory. Qi Lang was about to reveal Baji's true purpose, but he didn't expect Dodim to interrupt him, "Because the legendary divine weapons will choose their own master, and no one can conquer it except that master." ”

After sitting in Dodim's office for a whole noon, completely occupying his lunch time, Qi Lang figured out that several high-ranking officers such as Dodim and Quill had known the secrets of the Psychedelic Pool for a long time, and they had all tried to conquer the Sword of Victory, but disappointingly, they could not get the approval of the Sword, so they could only leave it alone in the Pool, waiting for the arrival of the true owner.

And when Qi Lang insisted that Ou Wu would be the owner of the sword, Dodim seemed to have heard the funniest joke of the past two years, and sat there laughing: "Do you think the big dog will intercede for him? If that worked, the sword would have belonged to Quill." More than ten years ago, Attis beat him to the point where he caught his tail and took the initiative to put the sword in Quil's hand, but in the end it didn't work. That sword doesn't make sense, it's an iceberg beauty. ”