Damn it.

Serui reluctantly bit the wood chip in her mouth, feeling her body trembling from the dual torment of cold and pain.

His consciousness was a little blurry, but he could still feel the pain of his hands and legs being tied to the wooden stakes. His chest and abdominal muscles were constantly rubbing against the wooden stakes, as if this could resist some of the cold.

Snowflakes fell, and the blood on his back slowly flowed down.

The pain came in waves, a burning reminder of Serui's current injury.

But that's nothing.

The most unbearable thing for Serui was the humiliation of being tied to a stake and being watched by countless people - he could feel the glances from the neatly lined up people behind him, even though they were all

his companion.

On the empty snow, Isaiah, with fair skin and rosy skin, stood at the front of the queue with an ugly face, staring at the wooden stakes with the others - grass, sissy, what are you looking at.

Byrne and the young master huddled in the middle row, whispering something in a low voice, looking over here from time to time - Damn, they must be having an affair, such as having sex with each other.

Big-mouthed Monty poked his head out from the left side, with big yellow teeth, and glanced anxiously at Seri - Seri knew what Monty meant and wanted him to be soft-spoken.

but……

Serui's heart tightened, thinking of what he had experienced in the past few days, he couldn't help clenching his trembling fists.

What a joke!

Serui, who was dying, was thinking wildly like this, biting the wood chips under his teeth tighter.

His dry tongue accidentally grazed the wood chips in his mouth, and with an imperceptible "swish" sound, he seemed to taste the taste of blood.

"You maggots, raise your heads and take a good look!"

At the rear of the queue, the deputy commander, Tyrunde, nicknamed "The Everlasting Fire", was carrying his silver-black immovable bow, coldly folding his arms, and sweeping his sharp eyes over everyone in the queue.

Monty, the big-mouthed man in the crowd, stood upright and stood upright.

Although they were excellent battlefield veterans before they were selected into the Guard, no one dared to be disrespectful to Tyrunde's order. They all looked solemnly and stared at the bound Serui.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

Heavy footsteps sounded, slowly walking through the queue, and stopped not far from the wooden pile.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the visitor, with a lot of awe and nervousness among them.

"You still don't repent, do you?"

That's the sound of "iceberg".

Serui's heart moved.

He reluctantly raised his head and looked to the left.

Iceberg - this was the nickname Big Mouth Monty and the others gave to the devil - this tall, strong and mature warrior walked to his side and turned his head to stare at him coldly.

The man's hair was covered with frost and snow, but it could not shake the fierce momentum at all.

In his hand he held a leather whip several meters long, filled with an abnormal dark red color and covered with specially made barbs.

"This is the first time that you, as commanders, have been sent to the front line to lead conscripts in combat - although I didn't have high expectations."

"But you, Thorn Tou," Bingshan glanced at Serui, his face full of disgust, and his voice sounded coldly in the cold air: "I didn't know until today that you are the person I have led for more than twenty years.

The worst, worst, most disgusting, bastard, and most worthless soldier ever."

"Shame is written all over it from head to toe."

"For you to be the commander of the conscripts? It's an embarrassment to us."

At that moment, anger and resentment hit Serui's heart at the same time.

"Pooh!"

Serui raised his head angrily and spat out the bloody wood chips that were almost bitten off in his mouth.

"Shame? Disgrace?"

"Fuck you, Bingshan, you've long disliked me," Se Rui raised her head high and sneered with suppressed anger: "What happened today was just to find a reason to slap me again, and then

Kick me out?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the queue!

Then came countless whispers.

"Ah, the girls are so energetic!" At the rear left of the queue, the instructor Dominic said with a harmless smile: "Don't worry, you will have plenty of time to discuss later - how about running twenty more laps in the evening training

Sample!"

As if someone had cut off the transmission of sound, the queue instantly became quiet, and for a while only the sound of breathing at different rates could be heard.

The attention in the field shifted back to Serui and Bingshan.

"Why," Bingshan's eyes were solemn and he stared at Serui coldly, "Do you have a problem with me?"

Serui looked at the bloody wood chips on the ground, gritted his teeth and frowned.

"Opinion?" Serui snorted coldly.

Bingshan narrowed his eyes.

I saw Serui looking at Bingshan with a bad look: "On the battlefield, you sent Monty a team of elite sniper crossbowmen, Isaiah's light infantry stormtroopers on the front line, and Carlos had his heavy sword.

The infantry team, even 'Slow Shiva' and the heavy cavalry are standing in line with armor on standby!"

Bingshan snorted coldly.

"And I, I am the strongest among the recruits, better than all of them. I am the sharpest knife and the best soldier in the guard!" Serui pressed his chin on the wooden stake and gasped angrily.

, the voice suddenly rose: "What's the result?"

Bingshan stared at him coldly and slowly clenched his fists.

The next second, Serui suddenly raised his head and stared at the iceberg!

"As a result," Serui looked at Bingshan with a face full of resentment: "The war is about to begin, and the team you assigned to me is the worst, worst, and rubbish team - the transport team of the baggage camp!"

"Suppress me? Let me be their commander?" His face was full of unwillingness: "To be honest, Commander Lumba, I know you hate me, but I always thought that at least the White Blade Guards are fair and strict.

Of."

Bingshan looked at Serui without saying a word, with complicated eyes.

Under Tyrunde's cold eyes and Dominic's unkind smile, everyone didn't even dare to say a word and watched this scene quietly.

After a while, Bingshan snorted coldly.

"So, as my 'best soldier'," Bingshan's words seemed to contain a piece of ice that had been hidden for many years: "When you are attacked, you use your subordinates as bait to die and let them fend for themselves.

I will hide in the dark and ambush the enemy leader."

Seri gritted her teeth.

"what can I do?"

"What can I do with those losers who haven't even wielded a sword a few times?" Se Rui tugged at his bound limbs and sneered: "Sacrifice the weak to bite the enemy, and send out the elite to defeat the strong.

Enemy—isn’t this our classic tactic in the North?”

"And relying on this tactic, I killed the leading orc and finally saved the baggage truck," he said not to be outdone: "I won, it's that simple."

Tyrunde, who was watching, snorted coldly.

Bingshan's eyebrows were twitching slowly, as if someone had cut a knife on his face.

"You still don't understand," Bingshan's voice seemed tired: "Where did you make a mistake?"

Seri shook his head and snorted angrily.

"Make a mistake? Let me tell you, the biggest mistake," he said through gritted teeth, "is that you stuffed me with a bunch of useless garbage and expected me to just give in?"

"Bah!" Se Rui spat hard.

"How about it, I created a miracle with the rubbish in my hand! I defeated twenty orcs!"

"So you can only look for trouble and find fault with me," Se Rui fell on the wooden stake and snorted coldly: "I have seen through you a long time ago, Kaslan Lumba, your way of suppressing dissidents is extremely hypocritical.

Aristocratic face!"

At the end of the queue, instructor Dominic put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and sighed.

"Listen," Bingshan ignored Serui's rude words, but his face became increasingly ugly: "Because of your order, only four people in your team survived and one person was disabled."

"The rest of them refuse to return to your service."

"Oh, that's really what you want," Serui breathed out with a look of relief on his face: "I also advise you: don't count on them in the war."

Bingshan's expression became colder and colder, his eyes heavy: "Is this your answer?"

"This is a battlefield, and someone has to die," Serui said, shaking his head with a sneer: "Cowards who can't accept reality, or weaklings who can't keep up with their combat power, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

Bingshan said no more, his eyes were fixed on the snow for a long time.

Silence returned to the field.
To be continued...