The news of Jinghu County changing flags was like a hot summer rain, falling from the sky, causing unexpected pedestrians to avoid it in a hurry. However, once the rain stopped, the rain was quickly evaporated, leaving only light white marks on the leaves, and the pedestrians continued to rush forward with cursing.

Just looking at the approaching dark clouds in the sky, no one would suspect that this sudden rain was just a preview of a more terrifying storm.

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[Retvodant]

[Temporary camp where the "Redeners" is placed]

"We can choose where we go - at least that guy Winters Montagne promised."

Facing the ragged and pale-faced "Redeners", Major Seber Carrington, leaning against a simple chair that had not even scratched off the bark, said in the tone of "not caring about women or anything other than honor" that the Knight Paratus is unique to:

"If you want to go home, you will be given a pass and travel fee; if you want to stay, you will allocate land according to the standards of the pioneers; if you have made meritorious service for the garrison of Tiefeng County, the reward standards will be equalized with the soldiers of Montane. You will have whatever they have. They have one hundred acres per person, and you will also have one hundred acres."

The officers and soldiers of the Expeditionary Force who had returned to Paratu after hardships surrounded Major Seber and listened nervously to the major's announcement of his destiny.

"Major, Montane took a lot of effort to redeem us." A lieutenant who had shaved his head to cure lice and had a sunken cheek due to his long-term malnutrition before stood up and asked suspiciously: "So he didn't want anything and let us go for nothing? Will the Venetta really be so generous?"

"Oh, you don't believe it, right?" Major Seber showed two wolf-like fangs and suggested with a smile: "Then do you go and ask him in person?"

The lieutenant closed his mouth awkwardly.

Seber picked up his arms and glanced at his comrades, colleagues and subordinates gathered in the low shed from left to right.

Some of the faces he saw had fought side by side with him and sang triumphant songs, some had snuggled up with him in the wilderness of wind and rain to keep warm, and some did not know him, but he had shared the same fate with him.

He turned his head to look out the window and waved his hand impatiently: "I can get so much for you! I feel dissatisfied, so I go find Wolf Blood by myself! OK! Disband! Think about it carefully before making a decision."

The others present looked at me and I looked at you. It was not because they were dissatisfied, but because the conditions offered by the other party were so good that it was unbelievable.

"Major." A thin auxiliary soldier, leaning on two crutches, squeezed to the front with difficulty, and asked timidly: "Can anyone like me... be able to get the ground?"

The thin auxiliary soldier's trousers' legs below his left knee were empty and nothing was left.

Seber couldn't bear to see it, so he turned his head and replied in a stiff tone: "Yes! Why not? There are all, there are all!"

The wooden shed suddenly became noisy. People who didn't hear clearly were panic asking others what the major said, while those who heard clearly had more questions.

"Can you keep it in the account first? Sir." A soldier asked anxiously: "I want to go home first, take my family over and then territory, is it OK?"

Another officer frowned and asked, "Sir, if we are going back to Jiangbei Province, Captain Montane has a ship?"

"Where is the division of the land? Is it that Lord Montane gave it to us directly, or do we have to draw it ourselves?"

"Are we only allocated land? Where are the farm tools and livestock?"

"Can the divided land be sold?"

Major Seber only felt a thousand mosquitoes buzzing in his ear canal, which made him extremely irritated. He kicked the chair beneath him with a whip leg and shouted furiously: "Shut up!"

The shed suddenly became quiet.

The major showed a fierce look like a wolf again and shouted loudly: "Ask this and that, I am not from Winters Montagne, where can I know?!"

Everyone present unconsciously avoided the major's gaze.

After gasping for a few heavy breaths, Major Seber slapped his thigh and said helplessly: "This is how it goes! I'll find Richard Mason and let him answer your questions."

The tense atmosphere in the shed relaxed and everyone's hearts calmed down.

"By the way." Major Seber suddenly remembered something and scratched his hair: "Whether you go or stay, your affairs will have to wait for a while before you can handle them."

As soon as these words were spoken, the heart that everyone had just relaxed was raised to their throats again

"Major." An officer asked tentatively: "When will you wait for a while...?"

"When? Of course, when the war is not fought in the new land." Major Seber sneered: "Don't you know yet? Alpad's men have occupied Jinghu County, and outside Jinghu County are soldiers of the Great Council. Even if you are given a pass now, how dare you get on the road?"

After hearing the major's words, everyone was thinking or whispering.

A soldier raised his courage and asked from behind the crowd: "Sir, are you leaving or staying?"

"I'll stay and help Montane fight another battle." Seber Carrington replied simply. He was silent for a moment, raised his head and said indifferently: "The war is imminent, and he is short of people. Although the boy said he wants nothing, I don't want to owe him kindness."

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[Retvodant]

[New Army Barracks]

"Sergeant!" The monkey ran into the barracks happily, and heard his shout from afar: "Sergeant! Good news!"

In the barracks, veteran Lu Xirong was sewing a tent. He raised his head and scolded the monkey with a calm face: "Small sound! The military camp is quiet, don't be presumptuous, be careful that the military police will hang you up and pump you!"

The monkey gently slapped himself when he heard this. He stood beside Lu Xirong, supported his knees with his hands and finally breathed evenly, and asked mysteriously: "Have you heard of it?"

Lu Xirong focused on sewing the cracks in the tent, ignoring the monkey.

"Hi! I'll tell you!" The monkey couldn't help but announce the good news: "The reward order has been issued! Lord Tamas has been officially promoted to battalion commander!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh." Lu Xirong didn't raise his head.

"Why don't you understand?" The monkey pulled a bench, sat down against Lu Xirong, and approached with a humble look: "Is this a great thing?"

“What’s the good thing?”

The monkey slapped his thigh and said with a smile: "You think! Since Lord Tamas has been promoted to battalion commander, is the position of the company commander empty?"

"oh."

"Since Lord Tamas has been promoted, should Sergeant Bunier also be promoted?" The monkey analyzed in a sergeant manner: "If Sergeant Bunier also takes a step up, then you are..."

Old Luxirong bit off the thread, tied the knot, then checked the stitches against the light, and then stuffed the tent cloth into the monkey's arms. "It was useless for a while, take it out and dry it to remove the moldy smell."

Without saying a word, the monkey ran out with the cloth in his arms. After drying the cloth in his arms, he ran back in a hurry.

By the time he returned to the barracks, Lu Xirong had already taken out all the backpacks of his "partners".

The monkey squatted beside Lu Xirong and complained: "Don't be busy for now! I'm telling you what's important!"

Lu Xirong opened his backpack and poured out everything inside to check. He had no emotional fluctuations on his face, which was weathered and covered with gullies: "This is the important thing."

"It's time to do this kind of thing." The monkey came to Lu Xirong's side, unable to hide his excitement: "I told you - you are going to be a sergeant again! A real sergeant! Hey? Why are you unhappy?"

Lu Xirong ignored the monkey, but took the monkey's bag in front of him and opened it. Then he was stunned and asked, "What is this?"

"What?" the monkey tried to pretend to be stupid.

Lu Xirong reached into the monkey's backpack and pulled out a random fishing net from it. The latter's backpack instantly faded.

The monkey swallowed and said with a smile: "Fishing net? Don't you recognize it?"

As he said that, he took the fishing net and tried to spread it open. Unfortunately, because it was too casual when putting it, the knots of the fishing nets were entangled with each other and could not be clarified.

Even though Old Lu Xirong was used to seeing all kinds of people, he was also trembling with anger by the monkey: "Don't bring what you want to use seriously! Why do you do with a broken fishing net?!"

"Believe me! This thing is useful!" The monkey held the fishing net and said with grievance and pride: "I have already realized that the fishing net is the most useful thing on the battlefield! No matter how strong you are or how high your martial arts skills are, I will seize the opportunity to go all in one go - hey! You can only surrender. In other words, during the Battle of Blood Mud, I don't have a fishing net, otherwise the green feather would definitely be my beheading!"

"You know what war is like! You know what is useful! You know everything! You know the best!" Old Lu Xirong raised his hand and slapped the monkey in the head. He scolded with regret: "I think you have not dug enough in the cesspool!"

"The official of Baomin punished me to dig a toilet because I beat the prisoner." The monkey flexibly avoided the old sergeant's slap and ran out the door while defending himself: "But the official of Baomin gave me the sword of that person? That's the credit of the fishing net! If I had no fishing net, how could the credit of the captive guy be recorded on me?"

"I'm still stubborn!" Lu Xirong picked up the fire stick and chased after him.

The two of them fled and chased each other. Lu Xirong was old and felt very tired after chasing her for a few steps.

He stopped, gasped, and pushed his back, and ordered the monkey: "Okay! Don't run away! Come here! I have something really important to tell you!"

The monkey held the fishing net, his eyes full of vigilance. He moved his footsteps little by little to the old sergeant, like a wriggling snail, and was ready to run again at any time.

"come over!"

"You put the stick down first."

"Come here!" Lu Xirong angrily hit the ground with a stick.

Realizing that the old sergeant was really unhappy, the monkey reluctantly returned to Lu Xirong's side.

The experienced Lu Xirong grabbed the monkey's flaw, grabbed the hem of the recruit's clothes, swung the fire stick and beat the monkey up, making the monkey howl and beg for mercy.

After venting his anger, Old Lu Xirong threw away the fire stick panting and sat down outside the barracks: "In the army, the most taboo thing is to be stubborn, just be stubborn! You have to stand up straight when you get beaten! Do you understand?"

The monkey rubbed his butt and thighs, and tears almost fell out: "Where am I stubborn?"

"This is a stubborn word!" Lu Xirong frowned, and he waved to the monkey: "Come and sit down."

"I'd better stand. My butt hurts."

Old Luxirong sighed deeply, slapped his sore knee, looked at the monkey, and said, "You boy... in fact, you have always been lucky."

"Which luck is good?" The monkey cried and said, "I fought two battles, but no one of them was able to dominate the first level! I finally captured a guy and got a sword and was punished to dig the toilet for a month."

Old Lu Xirong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You... the first time you went into battle was like a blood mud battle. You can still walk off the battlefield alive, but it doesn't mean you are lucky?"

The monkey said "Oh" disapprovingly, and what he thought of was Sergeant Bunier and his childhood friend.

"Besides, not every big soldier can still be like a person who is fine after offending a noble person. Who are they? Who are you? If they talk, you have to sweat and bleed! Even spend your life in it!" Lu Xirong continued to say earnestly:

"But you are lucky, Lord Montane is a rare justice commander in the barracks. Punishment is punishment, reward is reward, and never favoritism. Do you think you are punishing you by digging a toilet? That is favoring you! Do you believe it or not, if Lord Montane wants to punish you, even if he doesn't speak, there are many people rushing to deal with you for him?"

The monkey sat next to the old sergeant and said "Oh" dejectedly.

"So, little monkey." Old Lucirong sighed again: "I'm afraid you will use all your luck too early. What should you do then?"
To be continued...