Chapter 163 Like a person, get angry, remember your position
"Your Excellency, I am satisfied!"
An extremely simple answer, but it represented that a soldier who was unwilling to be stubborn and twisted was finally willing to let go of the past and start everything over with a new team. After saying this, Gustav
He raised his head and fell down again, completely losing consciousness and consciousness.
When the Demon Swordsman woke up again, it was already midnight. Beside his hospital bed, the one-armed White sat quietly on an armchair and looked at him silently.
"Are you awake?" Seeing Gustave slowly opening his only intact left eye, White did not get up, but asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, I'm awake." Because the corner of his right eye was torn, it was completely fixed by the eyepatch. He reluctantly turned his neck left and right, and the magic swordsman used one eye to scan most of the visible room, and finally his gaze fell on
Set on White: "How long have I been lying there?"
"More than ten hours."
"How long are you going to keep lying there?"
"A month." White looked at Gustav, who was tightly wrapped in white bandages like a big mummy: "In addition to the sword wound on your right leg, you have more than ten large and small wounds all over your body, and there are also wounds on your ribs.
Two of them are broken. According to the doctor's orders, you need to rest in bed for at least a month before you can fully recover."
"One month... it's too long. Could you please help me with some healing skills?" After hearing White's words, Gustav sighed feebly, then rolled his eyes and looked around, hoping to find Mori in the room.
Artie's figure.
"No need to look for it, Moriarty is not here." White shook his head and stood up: "Although he is not as seriously injured as you, the wound on his left arm still needs sutures to be fixed for two weeks before it can grow back. In addition, ordinary
The treatment technique can only stop bleeding for injuries like yours, and subsequent recovery still depends on your own cultivation."
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, Deputy Squadron Leader." Gustav could hear the faint anger in the other party's tone. To be honest, once his position changed, he himself began to regret that he had shot too hard in the battle drill, which was almost crazy.
"You know. Whether as the squadron leader of the guard squadron or as a follower of Moriarty, I originally had sufficient reasons and motives to kill you on this bed." White took a step further and came to the magic swordsman's bed.
Head, looking down from above.
"It's not outrageous for you to have such an idea." Gustav smiled uglyly, but did not dodge the gazes falling from above.
"It's a pity that I changed my mind later." White paused. Then he turned around and returned to his previous seat to sit down.
"Can I ask the reason?"
"Because when I was sitting here alone just now, I suddenly realized that you look a bit like a person." In the empty ward at midnight, White's words echoed inexplicably.
"Like a person?" Gustav frowned his eyebrows that were half burnt by the fireball technique, thanking him for being so hot. He could guess without touching it that his big beard must have been messed up after going too far.
"Yes. They are both soldiers, have the same ambitions, and have been persecuted by the top." Speaking of this, White suddenly stopped, his eyes were slightly in a trance, as if he was seeing the things he had already seen again through the dark void in front of him.
People and things that have passed away.
"What happened to him?" After waiting for a moment, Gustave couldn't help but asked.
"Later? It's very simple. Kill people, and eventually get killed." White closed his eyes and sighed silently.
"He is a hero." Gustav said for some reason.
"Compared to you, he is naturally a hero!" After hearing the word hero, White became inexplicably angry, but quickly returned to silence.
"Actually, now it seems that I am not a coward?" After a long time, White slowly stood up from his seat and said in a self-deprecating tone.
"His Excellency, Deputy Squadron Leader..." Looking at White, whose face was blurred in the darkness, Gustave suddenly had a feeling that this one-armed man with a cold appearance was carrying a heavier burden than himself in the past.
Physically, but also mentally. Once he realized this, the Demon Swordsman actually felt that what he had done over the years seemed like a coward.
"Okay, you can rest, I'll leave first." After gathering his mood, White turned to look at Gustav again: "There's something else I want to tell you. Moriarty has officially appointed your team.
Including you, a total of ten magic swordsmen form the 'Gunfire' team, directly under the jurisdiction of the squadron leader."
After speaking, without waiting for Gustav's reply, White turned and left the ward.
"Gunfire..." Reluctantly watching the other party walk out the door, Gustav sighed deeply, murmuring silently and closing his eyes.
Returning to the squadron leader's office, White knocked on the door and walked in. At this time, Moriarty had not rested yet. He was sitting in front of a simple desk and writing something. On the desk, there were more than ten sheets filled with writing.
The draft paper with words and strange patterns was spread out randomly, only pressed firmly with an empty cup. On the other side, Guderian was already sleeping soundly in a hammock, and from time to time something would come out of his wide mouth.
The saliva comes out, as if he is having a good dream of eating and drinking.
Looking at Moriarty's left arm, which was tightly bandaged and hanging, White shook his head: "Why don't you rest?"
"In a while." Moriarty did not raise his head and continued writing furiously, while asking, "How is Gustav's place?"
"I woke up, it should be fine." White walked aside, made a cup of wheat tea, and handed it to the desk.
"Thank you." At this moment, Moriarty finally stopped holding the quill in his hand, took the tea cup, took a sip, and exhaled a breath of cold air.
"What is this?" Looking at the manuscript paper on the desk, White picked up a piece of paper at random and saw that what was sketched on it was a military formation that he had never seen before. However, upon closer inspection, he did not understand it.
"My thoughts on the Guard Squadron are just on paper. I wrote them down in general and was thinking of discussing them with you." Moriarty smiled slightly and motioned for White to sit down on a marching chair next to him.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door again outside the office. It turned out to be the sentry on night duty in the camp.
"Reporting to Your Excellency, Squadron Leader, Your Excellency Lille of the City Defense Army has just brought a large group of troops outside the camp of the Guard Squadron and asked to see you." The sentry reported loudly.
"Lille? At this time?" Moriarty and White looked at each other and stood up immediately.
"You said a large group of people came. How many people are there?" White asked in a deep voice.
"There are about a hundred people, but there are many unfamiliar faces inside. There is also a group of Crow Lord's wolf cavalry."
"Wolf Cavalry?" Moriarty's eyes lit up: "It seems that our troops have arrived."
"Have you ever gone to Wolfgang?"
While Moriarty smiled, White's expression quickly darkened. Obviously, he didn't know that Moriarty had sent a letter to Wolfsburg through the Doro Chamber of Commerce. And because of an Ella
With the instinct of a West Asian veteran, White has an almost natural hostility and distrust towards the Beamon soldiers in the northwest.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." Moriarty noticed White's displeasure and apologized.
"Why did you recruit the wolf cavalry into the guard squadron? Don't you know that these beasts are enemies of Erathia?" For the first time, White roared at Moriarty. The high-pitched roar woke up the sleeping Guidry.
Ann, the silver-bearded dwarf looked sleepily as White pointed at Moriarty's nose angrily, and was amazed.
"I know that Beamon is the feud of the human kingdom and the biggest threat to Erathia." Looking at the angry followers, Moriarty said slowly.
"Then you still want to do this!? If you can't become a noble, do you have to abandon your identity as an Erathian?" White continued to question in a roar.
"Now, my position is in Bracada, in Azurite City."
"You traitor..." After hearing the other party's words, White's fist suddenly clenched, and he was almost about to fall on Moriarty's face, but in the end he stopped firmly, along with the last unspoken words of the other party.
The word "thief" was taken back together.
"White, what we are about to face now is the largest civil war in the history of Brakada. As the commander of the Azure Mage Group's security squadron, I must be responsible to the Mage Group and to those in Blue Crystal City who are likely to be affected.
I am responsible for the civilians injured by the war, but also for all the soldiers in the squadron. Therefore, at this moment, I must do my best to enhance the strength of the guard squadron to deal with various dangers and killings that may be faced in the future. So, you
Do you understand?" Looking at White's trembling fist, Moriarty raised his head slightly and said straightly.
"Do we have to join forces with the enemy for the sake of strength?"
"In this war, Beamon is not our enemy." Moriarty shook his head.
"What about the future? What if Krolod starts the war again and invades Erathia again? Your position is still in Bracada, so you can hide and watch those beasts destroy your hometown?" White gritted his teeth and relaxed.
He opened his palms and asked coldly.
"If there is such a day, I will return to Kent County. Because, I am a human being." Moriarty took a step forward and looked back at White's eyes calmly.
"Very good. I will remember what you are saying now, and I hope you will remember it forever." After looking at each other indifferently for a long time, White finally looked away first and said in a deep voice.
"I'm sorry." Moriarty nodded slightly and apologized deeply again.
After a while, White sighed helplessly and unwillingly, turned around and walked towards the door: "...Let's go out. The wind has been blowing outside for a long time, Mr. Lear."
"Let's go." Looking at the backs of his followers, Moriarty smiled slightly, then turned to Guderian, who had just finished watching the "big show" and was still sitting in the hammock reminiscing about the "plot" and said: "You come too.
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"Ah? I want to go too?" The silver-bearded dwarf scratched his head, then glanced at White who was waiting at the door of the office and looked at him coldly. He finally muttered and jumped down to the ground, picking up the Locke War Hammer on his side. , followed the two people and rushed towards the gate of the camp. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
