The dust flying all over the sky was caused by landslides and building blasts. The surrounding area exuded a unique burning smell of dust and gunpowder smoke.
In the diffuse smoke, many human corpses were lying in various directions. The corpses were covered with spots that were blood. The blood was splashed everywhere, with countless dark red patches.
Most of these fallen people were hunters wearing uniformly black tanned leather and loaded with live ammunition. There were various firearms scattered around them. Even if they had wanted to fight, they had just lost their lives in vain. Those people were covered in wounds.
There were numerous bullet holes throughout, and there was no doubt that a fierce battle had taken place.
But this kind of scene has long been commonplace. It's just a fight between the Jaeger regiments, just fighting each other.
That's how it should be.
But among those who fell, there was one person, a young man who was wearing clothes that were obviously different from those of the Jaegers, a man in ordinary clothes who could not feel the atmosphere of war at all.
He picked up the young man.
The silence turned into tinnitus, which made the eardrums ache.
This young man looked like he was dying. He was having difficulty breathing, but he could barely hear the sound of breathing.
When he was confused, the young man stretched out his hand. As if he wanted to grab something, he stretched out his hand towards him.
His body moved involuntarily and he held the hand. Although he tried hard to see his face clearly, his consciousness was blurred for some reason. The young man held his hand tightly and uttered a sentence with his last strength.
"ran...dol..."
In an almost inaudible voice, before he could finish the last syllable (ph) of his name, the young man fell silent. Like a puppet with its strings cut off, his outstretched hand dropped to the ground. He was supposed to be listening.
There was a "boom" sound, but nothing was heard.
Randolph lowered his head feebly. Only now could he see the young man's face clearly. There were freckles on his face and a pair of eyes that were wide open because he couldn't close his eyes. The pupils were without any luster, like glass balls.
Generally reflecting the surrounding scenery, what is reflected is a face that still doesn't understand what happened. The cheeks are stained with dust and blood, and the brown hair is as red as this world.
The red-haired young man sat up awkwardly.
All I could hear was the rapid breathing sound of "huh huh huh".
I was still wondering who it was, and realized that it was my own breathing.
He inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again...
Repeat this five times.
Take a deep breath and look around you.
It seemed that he was lying on his own bed. The light in the room was very dark and he could hardly see anything.
After his breathing calmed down, the red-haired young man began to talk to himself:
"Who am I? Randy... Randy Orlando (ndo)."
What is this place? Bellegarde Gate, a facility of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard.
What time is it now? Judging from the light outside, it's probably before dawn, almost sunrise.
Randy sighed "haha" and smiled bitterly.
"The so-called habitual reflex is really annoying..."
Randy jumped up from the bed quickly. This was a basic skill he had mastered in critical moments before. Because he grew up in that organization, he had a conditioned reflex at this time.
That is a group called Red Constellation. The members of Red Constellation include the Crimson Chamber of Commerce, Noe Brown Club and other affiliated organizations, with a scale of more than 1,000 people, and there are about 300 pure combatants. It can be said to be West Semilia
One of the strongest hunting regiments in the mainland.
The Jaeger Group refers to a group of mercenaries hired by Mira who are famous for their strength and brutal style. They will do anything for Mira and are often used by warmongers. The Red Constellation is the top hunter group on par with the West Wind Brigade.
Corps. Randy was once affiliated with this organization.
The T-shirt he wore as pajamas was stained with sweat. Randy was about to change out of his clothes quickly when there was a knock on the door.
Through the door, a young female voice could be heard faintly.
"Randy, are you okay?"
Randy agreed with an "Oh", got off the bed and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the dazzling light from the corridor shone in, and Randy couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"I seemed to hear something moving just now..."
The person standing in front of the door talking to Randy was a woman about the same age as Randy. Her long light flaxen hair hung down to her waist and was slightly wavy. Her refreshing face gave people a serious impression. She was relaxed.
The Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard's uniform is wrapped around the back and looks very fit. The uniform is an unbuttoned top and a close-fitting skirt with small slits. The lower body is covered with black tights, and the shirt and boots are dark gray. Although the overall attire is dark,
The small tie on the chest and the wide corset are burgundy. This color combination is both eye-catching and just right. She wears a dark gray beret on her head. Judging from her meticulous impression, she is by no means an ordinary person.
"I'm sorry, Mireyu. I was in a daze and accidentally fell off the bed."
Randy spoke in his usual leisurely tone and stretched. The woman named Mireyou had a surprised expression on her face. It turned out that Randy was wearing a shirt and underwear. Her face suddenly turned red and her eyesight immediately
Get away from him.
"Huh? What?"
"...Phew, put your clothes on first!"
Only then did Randy notice his appearance and smiled mischievously.
"Senior Sergeant Mireyu is so lustful~"
“Don’t talk nonsense!!!”
Mireyou's voice echoed through the corridor, and Randy's face suddenly paled.
"It's still bedtime, okay..."
But Mireyou didn't care about that at all, her face still turned red, and she didn't know whether she was angry, ashamed, or both.
"up to you!"
Saying that, Mireyu, who originally shrugged and wanted to leave, turned back.
"By the way, bedtime is over. Call is called in ten minutes. Hurry up!"
"yes"
Randy reached back and closed the door, answering listlessly. He stretched out again and patted his face with his hands.
"Okay, let's work hard today."
The Belgarde Gate is a gate built along the border between the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture and the Erebonian Empire, on the side of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture. Although it is called a gate, it does not refer to a huge gate that separates the two countries.
Open, what really separates the two countries are the towering cliffs and the deep valleys on the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture side. Viewed from the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture side, the towering cliffs on the Erebonia Empire side create terrain that is difficult to enter.
.And there is a deep valley blocking it here.
The main body of the Belgarde Gate is a stone building with two floors above ground and one underground. It contains both the bureau of the Border Guard to which Randy and the others belong, as well as a residential area. It can be said to be a place similar to a fortress.
The empire also built a building similar to the Belgarde Gate, called the Galeria Fortress. The two strongholds were connected by a huge iron bridge. The structure of the iron bridge was two floors, with the upper floor for walking and vehicles.
There are railway tracks on the lower level, and you can travel between the two countries through this bridge.
The morning air here is chilly.
In the parking lot on the right side facing the Bellegarde Gate, Randy and the rest of the security team were standing in line. Everyone was wearing dark gray pants and plain black T-shirts, which are easy-to-movement clothing. In front of them stood the direct commander
A lieutenant.
Mireyu, who stood at the front of the queue, loudly ordered:
"Count!"
Amidst the crisp counting sounds of "One! Two!", I heard a sound
"Eight~~~"
It was Randy who made this feeble sound. Mireyou stood still, glaring at Randy with side eyes, and saw him standing there in a careless manner, looking completely devoid of motivation.
After roll call came the morning exercise, an endurance run to build up physical strength. The person in charge was Sergeant Mireyou. Although she was a woman, her combat effectiveness was one of the best even compared to the male members of the Belgard Gate. So the training was left to her.
Responsibility is natural.
According to Mireyou's slogan, he ran on the mountain road at a certain speed. However, although there was one person who maintained this speed, he was stretching and running loosely. Needless to say, he knew that this person was Randy.
Randy echoed the words "one, two, one, two" to the people around him, while muttering softly.
"What's the point of doing such a thing..."
"Sergeant Orlando! The voice is too soft!"
His ears are really sharp, Randy sighed with half surprise and half admiration, and deliberately raised his voice.
"One two, one two!"
After the training of endurance running and sprint running, there was a short breakfast time, and then the security work of the gate began immediately.
The Belgard Gate where Randy and the others were located was on the border with the neighboring large country, the Erebonia Empire.
Once a big event happens, this place must be one of the most important strongholds, but now is a peaceful era. The door also extends to the mountains. In a peaceful atmosphere, the sun is rising in the sky today and the weather is clear. You can still hear
The chirping of birds.
However, a few months ago, large-scale military exercises were held near the border, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out. The current peace depends entirely on the conclusion of the "Convention on the Non-War".
In such a peaceful scene, Randy stood in front of the gate. He was not wearing training clothes, but a guard uniform. The male uniform was roughly the same color as the female uniform, with a dark gray shirt on the upper body and a black
A blouse and a dark gray beret on the head. The difference is that the lower body is not a skirt but trousers. The small tie on the chest is black and the burgundy belt is narrower.
"It's so relaxing..."
Randy mumbled listlessly. After leaving for a while, Kata and the others who were standing guard stretched themselves out.
If there was a lunch box here, we could have a picnic. It would be great if we added a hip flask with brandy. Randy thought about it.
"But as a picnic place, there is something that disfigures the scenery."
While muttering, Randy turned around and cast his gaze to the opposite side of the door. There stood the majestic Galeria Fortress built by the empire. As the symbol of the empire, the golden military horse coat of arms also hung there unsightly.
Randy stared at the dark gray fortress wall for a long time, then suddenly turned his gaze back and said:
"I'm so hungry..."
At this time, there were footsteps, and a voice said to Randy who was in a daze:
"My stomach growling is bringing you good news, because now it's your turn to change your shift."
But Randy was not very happy, but sighed deeply.
"After dinner, it's time to do desk work."
Also built together with the Bellegarde Gate is the office. Team members take turns doing their own work here, writing business diaries, supplementing materials as required, etc. For the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard, occasions that require written work are unexpected.
Much.
There are several tables arranged side by side in the center of the office. At first glance, they look like offices of small and medium-sized enterprises. There are many tables, but due to security and training, there are many team members who have gone out, and there are no people staying indoors.
several.
At this time, Mireyou walked into the room. A team member noticed it and immediately stood up and shouted, "Ah, sergeant, you have worked hard. What's wrong? You look depressed?"
"It's hard to describe in words..."
Mireyu sat down in her seat with a solemn expression. She had just been called out by her boss, the lieutenant, and there was something very concerning about what she heard from him. She couldn't help but whisper to herself.
"I don't know what I will say this time."
"ha?"
“No, nothing”
Mireyu shook her head as if to shake off her unhappy mood, and sighed deeply.
Then I noticed that something seemed to be missing in the house.
"I said, where's Randy?"
When Mireyou asked about Randy, the two male team members working in the corner of the room shrugged. Seeing this, Mireyou stood up from his chair and walked towards them.
The two of them faced the document and waved their pens with a fatal mood.
"Well, the documents were taken down."
"ah!?"
With an exaggerated cry, Kata dropped the documents on the floor. Mireyu looked at him and sighed, turning to Raphael and said
"...So, where are the Randy people?"
Raphael's eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to look directly at Mireyu. Mireyou seemed to have seen through everything and asked:
"Are you still protecting him now?"
Raphael could only apologize to Randy desperately in his heart, while pointing helplessly at the roof.
"On the roof again?"
Mireille stared blankly at the roof, as if she could see Randy lying on it through the roof, staring straight at it.
On the roof, warm sunlight shines down, and a gentle breeze blows from time to time. It's a good time to take a nap.
Randy was lying on the roof. He put his beret on his face to block the sun. The roof was made of concrete, so it shouldn't be very comfortable to sleep on, but Randy seemed to be used to sleeping here. He got up early in the morning.
Needless to say, I even seemed to have had enough sleep tonight.
Randy's night life almost always starts from the entertainment street in downtown Crossbell. The city of Crossbell, which is developing rapidly, has an entertainment street. From the time when the sunset dyes the street red, the surrounding area gradually lights up.
Colorful neon lights and more and more people coming and going. At sunset, the streets are dyed into a colorful world by colorful neon lights.
At the corner of the street, entering from a small alley, you can see a tavern. This is the tavern that Randy and the others often go to. It used to be a hotel and tavern, but now it has been renovated, and the second floor is used as a seat. The decoration inside
The style is antique, as if it is not from the same era as the current downtown Crossbell. There are many regulars who come here with a nostalgic mood.
It is said that according to the rules set by the Qiyao Church, most countries in the West Semilia continent stipulate that you must be 20 years old before you can drink alcohol. But in fact, he has liked the taste of wine since he was very young. He used to be in the Chasseur Regiment.
When I was there, I had to drink secretly so that my difficult cousin wouldn't find out. Now it doesn't matter at all.
There are many members of the police force who are not yet adults, so they cannot drink alcohol, and they can only drink fruit juice when socializing. But Randy was born on March 18, 1182, so he was already 20 years old more than half a year ago, and he is already upright.
You can drink.
Randy is familiar with this place because the owner of Casino Baruka, Dorek, took him here.
Randy described him this way: "That cunning old man, although he spoke harshly, chose a store with a good style." So he became a regular customer and visited here frequently.
At this time, Randy had changed into casual clothes, wearing a gray round-neck sweater and an orange parka. Kata and Raffi, also dressed in casual clothes, were sitting at a table in a corner on the first floor. This was their favorite seat and they often sat there.
it's here.
"I was sleeping comfortably, and suddenly I was called up to do two hundred push-ups. I can't believe it."
As he said that, Randy picked up the glass full of beer and drank it, drinking half the glass in one breath. He put the glass on the table with a bang, put his slightly red face close to Kata, and stared at him with eyes that seemed full of resentment.
he.
"But you two guys are silent!?"
"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with us!"
"It doesn't matter!? Well, from now on I won't introduce cute girls to you. That doesn't matter, right?"
"That, that..."
Kata looked at Randy with a confused expression. Randy once introduced girls he knew in the entertainment street to Kata and Raphael. Randy was able to push the paperwork to them and took advantage of this. If this happened
If Mireyou found out, it would never end again, so the two of them kept silent during the day.
"Well, what should I do?"
Randy smiled mischievously and continued to take a sip of beer.
Kata could only look at the bewildered Raffi and said:
"Hey, you guys should make a sound."
"Um?"
"No, don't just say 'um' or anything like that."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with that. Sergeant, she'll just stare at you anyway."
Randy looked at Raphael, with an expression on his face that seemed to be asking why it was me?
But Kata nodded humbly.
It was such a blessing to be able to divert the conversation away from Randy.
"Senior Sergeant Mireille does this all the time."
"Hey, hey, what are you going to say?"
Randy said as he picked up the wine glass next to the chair and drank down the beer-filled glass in an instant until there was only one sip left.
"So, what do Randy think?"
Rafi, who was already drunk, asked Randy in a drunken tone. Of course he was asking about Mireyou. Randy looked at the remaining beer in the cup, drank it in one gulp, and then said,
"Well...let's have a drinking contest. If I win, I'll tell you."
Here we go again, Katta thought. As soon as Randy got drunk, he wanted to bet something to compete with others in drinking.
However, Rafi was also very motivated and had already begun to greet the waiter sister loudly.
"Little sister, please have three glasses of tequila!"
Although he is probably older than the waiter, Rafi still calls him that way. This is what Randy taught him, saying that it is more polite to call him this way. In fact, the effect seems to be really good, every time he does it
If you call the waiter, his attitude will be much better.
"Hey, hey, it's not beer, okay?"
"Why, Randy, why are you showing weakness today?"
Faced with Rafi's provocation, a snicker flashed across Randy's lips.
"We agreed, if you want to use tequila to decide the outcome with me, don't regret it!"
Randy rolled up his sleeves.
Looking at Kata who was holding his head and Raffi who was in high spirits after getting the tequila, Randy was thoughtful.
How happy it is to just have a drink with these two guys without thinking about anything else.
"Come on then, cheers!"
The three wine glasses clinked together, and Randy drank all the wine in one breath.
The guided bus drove to the area near the Belgarde Gate. Randy, who was riding the last bus, was half asleep when he heard the driver's announcement.
Randy got off the bus in a hurry and stood in front of the bus stop with only one pilot light on. Watching the pilot bus gradually drive away, the surroundings were shrouded in silence.
Although there is a direct train to the Belgard Gate, the bus stops very early. When Randy came back after drinking, there were basically no buses. So Randy often took other lines and got off here.
car and then walk back.
By the way, Kata had already taken the drunk Raffi back to the Belgard Gate. Randy himself didn't come back until late at night after drinking.
Randy walked silently towards the Bellgard Gate. Although the surroundings were dark, Randy's eyesight at night was very good. This was something he had practiced since childhood, not to mention that there were dense forests on both sides, so
You won't go the wrong way.
When we get here, we can no longer see the neon lights of the city. Instead, we can see the vast starry sky above our heads.
Looking at the stars in the distance, Randy thought of his past self in the Red Constellation.
At that time, there was no such thing as looking at the starry sky and admiring the beautiful night view. It was just about surviving for the sake of survival and killing for the sake of survival.
Although there are companions whose lives are hanging by a thread, many of them died during the mission. But even then, you won't feel sad, because the living people don't know when they will die.
However, one day, Randy became confused because he saw a person die. Before that, Randy had no doubts about the way the Chasseurs survived and lived like that every day. However, at that time, Randy
Thinking of repeating countless battles without knowing when they will be killed, what is the point of such a way of survival?
How long has it been since then? Randy wanted to count it in his mind, but he laughed to himself. Even if he did that now, wouldn't it be pointless?
After leaving the Chasseur Regiment, I wandered around. I also encountered a place I liked. I couldn't figure out whether I wanted to stay here forever, or whether I wanted to continue on the road, and I was always hesitant.
It's been half a year since he came to the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard. He doesn't have to worry about food and accommodation. The companions he works with are also good people. In terms of how much he likes it, this is probably the best place he has ever been to.
But do I really want to spend the rest of my life here? I know this is impossible. The place I should stay is not here.
My place? Does that kind of place... really exist in this world?
Randy took a deep breath of the cold night air, and then slowly exhaled it mixed with the smell of alcohol. This way, his body could feel the slightest chill.
This dark road is like my own life. There is only darkness, and I can only keep moving forward. Until at some point I can no longer walk and fall to my death on the roadside.
At this time, a ray of light appeared at the end of the distance. Randy reacted habitually, avoiding the light and searching for the shining object. If he looked directly at the light, his eyes would not be able to see clearly, so Randy began to observe
There is something suspicious happening around the light.
It doesn't look like a beast, so it's a human?
Just as I was wondering who was there at this moment, I heard a voice coming from the other side.
"Isn't this Randy?"
It was a familiar voice, and the tension just now was relieved.
"What, it's you?"
The person holding the guidance light is Sergeant Mireyou on patrol.
"What 'what'!"
As she spoke, Mireyou walked up to Randy and took a sniff.
"Sure enough, I went to drink again!"
"I'm not on duty today, so why don't I go drinking~"
As far as he knew, Mireyou was born in the same year as him, but one month earlier than him. Mireyou was born on February 23, 1182, so the officer was already old enough to drink, but when working
The prohibition of drinking alcohol is a basic principle in the police force, and she is a strict self-discipline and never touches it.
"Sure enough, I can bump into you just by walking around here. I was right."
Then Randy remembered that Mireyou should be the guard in front of the door today.
In other words, it seems that he changed positions specifically for himself.
Randy was about to joke that you were really thoughtful, but Mi Lei spoke first.
"I was still wondering if you might have gotten lost after getting drunk."
When Randy said the word "lost", he burst into laughter.
There seems to be no suitable words to express my current mood.
"Indeed, I may have always been a lost child."
"Why?"
Mireyou didn't understand what Randy meant and waited for his answer.
Randy patted Mireyu on the shoulder and continued walking.
"Forget it, but it would be nice to have a commander like you to show me the way. I didn't expect it."
Randy suddenly felt that if occasionally like this, when he didn't know what to do, there was a light to illuminate his dark life, he would at least try to reach the next destination.
Mireyu, who was told this, just turned her head.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Randy said,
"Hey, aren't you going back? What are you doing standing there?"
"Ah, wait!"
As Mireyu said this, she caught up with Randy and the two of them walked side by side.
A few days later, on a cold and cold day that looked like it might rain at any time, all members of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard gathered in the parking lot of the Bellegarde Gate, and the team formed three lines.
In front of them, standing on a small iron platform was the commander of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard. He was about late 40 years old, and his fat body was wrapped in a guard uniform. The uniform had the rank of commander.
There were colorful medals hanging next to them. Seeing the commander's appearance, Randy felt that he had expressed his desire for self-expression in the form of medals.
Although he is the commander, it is well known that he usually does not show up in the army or at military training sites. He is usually busy interacting with members of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Assembly. This is no secret.
Why is this kind of commander here today?
A few dozen meters behind him, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes who was watching the police force. This was the reason.
Kata, standing next to Randy, whispered,
"Hey, isn't that an imperial congressman standing over there?"
Rafi, who was standing on the other side of Randy, responded,
"Indeed, I saw it in the Crossbell Times."
"So this rally is..."
"Maybe the commander wants to show off to the congressmen, so let's bring them here for inspection."
Listening to the two of them asking and answering, Randy muttered without interest,
"Didn't the morning meeting just happen..."
But the commander insisted on gathering everyone, and the people who were supposed to guard the gate were also standing here.
This is simply putting the cart before the horse, but no one can disobey the commander's order.
Mireyu was called out by her boss a few days ago, and she looked hesitant when she came back because she heard about this incident.
If the leader is an idiot, his subordinates will have a hard time... Randy complained in his mind as if he was talking about other people's business.
"Notice!"
Following the lieutenant's order, his body moved involuntarily. This was obviously a conditioned reflex. Although he didn't want to move, it was better not to use his own brain at this time, so it was something to be thankful for.
"Raise the gun!"
Following the order, the team members took the rifles leaning on their shoulders in their hands, holding the butt of the gun in their right hand, holding the gun body in their left hand, and pointing the muzzle into the air.
The movements of the team members were not chaotic at all. The commander narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and looked at the team members starting from the head of the team.
He was really reluctant to show respect to such a person, and Randy felt very disgusted in his heart. At this time, the commander's eyes as he looked at the team members stopped on Randy, and his expression became gloomy. Randy was startled and thought to me
Is it okay to just say it in your heart? Or is our commander able to read minds and use magic?
While Randy was thinking about these things, the commander had already come down from the stage and walked towards Randy carelessly. Randy was standing in the third row, and the commander waved his hand to ask the people in the first two rows to move away. So the commander walked up to
In front of Randy, he asked with an unhappy look:
"May I have your name?"
"Report, Sergeant Randy Orlando, of the Crossbell Guard's Bellegarde Gate Unit!"
"Sergeant Orlando, I have a question for you."
The commander stared at Randy's hand and said,
"What's that in your hand?"
"Report, this is a guided ax gun!"
What Randy is holding is not a rifle like other team members, but a force-guided ax gun. Unlike ordinary ax guns, the part close to the blade is equipped with a force-guiding component, which converts the guiding force into striking force, which can exert a powerful force.
power.
But now for the commander, the problem is not strike power.
"Sergeant, everyone except you is armed with a rifle, right?"
"Yes, that's true."
Randy's answer made Raffi next to him burst into laughter. The commander glared at him fiercely and quickly held back his laughter.
"Then why don't you get a rifle!?"
Upon hearing this question, Randy had a serious expression for a moment, as if he was enduring some pain. But he immediately returned to his usual expression and said calmly,
"Ah, because I don't like that."
"What…………!"
This time there were snickers everywhere, but the laughter was immediately suppressed by the commander's roar.
"What are you talking about! That is the latest model from the empire! I highly recommend the introduction!"
It has something to do with the fact that the commander was so angry about Randy not getting a rifle. This rifle was something he proposed to Speaker Haltmann of the Autonomous Prefecture Assembly to "equate the police force with the latest equipment" and then tried his best to persuade the assembly to buy it.
The Imperial Linefort Group manufactures assault rifles for close combat, and this batch of guns was introduced as a result.
Unexpectedly, in front of the imperial congressmen who came to inspect, not all of them were holding this gun, which made the commander lose face.
By the way, what the commander calls the latest model is actually a very old design that was used during the Hundred Days War. It has just been slightly improved. In terms of shape and number, it looks like a new product. You can figure it out with a little thought.
, generally speaking, one should not sell weapons to countries bordering one's own country, but he seemed completely unaware of the mystery of this.
"Ah, I'm sorry. But that doesn't suit me anyway."
"What………………"
The commander was once again stunned, and the people around him snickered again. But Mireyu and the others were worried that things would turn out like this.
Randy was completely unaware of Mireyu's worry and continued,
"Using a gun always feels a bit sneaky. But it doesn't matter. Before I get hit by the enemy, I will rush up and take care of them all."
Randy said while waving the power ax gun proudly.
That was a weapon that even a large adult would have trouble holding with both hands, but it was actually easy to handle in Randy's hands. Randy's strength is evident. But unfortunately, the commander does not have the ability to recognize this kind of strength.
"So, wouldn't it be okay to use this instead of a rifle?"
Randy said apologetically. Although he wanted to apologize, he offended the commander's nerves instead.
"I don't want to hear your boring excuses! Sergeant Orlando, go get your rifle right away, this is an order!"
The commander's temples were throbbing with veins, and his mouth, which had grown enlarged with rage, was spitting and roaring.
An ordinary person would have been frightened by the commander's ferocious look, but Randy answered calmly.
"Ah, sorry. Lost the rifle."
The moment he heard Randy's words, the commander's face suddenly turned as red as a ripe tomato. Seeing this face, Randy suddenly felt like drinking a "Bloody Mary", which is a kind of tomato juice.
Made cocktails.
"You are fired!"
Sharp roars resounded throughout the audience. The other team members stared at the commander and Randy without saying a word. However, Randy was very calm in his heart.
There is really no way. Forget it, I know this day will come anyway.
"Huh!" Randy sighed deeply as if he was saying goodbye to something.
"Then, that's it."
Randy walked leisurely to his room. Although there were noisy people around him, no one dared to take a step in front of the commander.
"Randy..."
There is no doubt that this familiar voice is Mireyu.
Maybe he wanted to stop me and ask me to apologize or something.
But Randy didn't want to do that.
It's not out of any rebellious psychology. I just feel that I, a prodigal who has a home and can't go back, have stayed here long enough and should not stay here anymore. It might be good for both of us to leave quietly like this.
So Randy just continued walking forward and waved to Mireyu with gratitude.
It will take about four days for Randy's punishment to come out. Although it was said to be a superior at first, in the end it turned out that he applied to leave the team voluntarily.
If there is a punishment for leaving the team, it will damage the reputation of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guard. This conclusion is purely based on the importance of face.
Unlike being punished for leaving the team, if you apply to leave the team, you will be given a pension, so you won't have any difficulties in life in the short term, which is quite fortunate.
So Randy put on his usual casual clothes for shopping and looked back at his room.
His bed was neatly made, with a large backpack placed on it. For a person who travels all over the world, the amount of luggage is just right. Randy stretched out in the room and sighed.
He took a breath. He put his backpack on his shoulders and opened the door to go out. At this time, he saw Sergeant Mireille in uniform standing there in the corridor.
"Have you been waiting here? Why don't you come in?"
Mireyou did not answer Randy's question, but just kept looking at his face. That serious expression made Randy take a step back.
"Hey, hey, don't put on such a scary expression. Ah, are you here to comfort me? You want to say to me, 'Randy, I don't want to leave you' or something like that~"
Even though Randy was joking like this, Mireyou still didn't say a word. Randy could only say with a look of embarrassment,
"Thank you for always taking care of me."
Upon hearing this, Mireyou's expression suddenly became serious, as if she was suppressing something.
Randy ignored it and went directly.
In the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture, ostensibly people without licenses are not allowed to possess weapons. In principle, members of the garrison will return the rifles issued by the team when they leave the team. But the commander who drove him away seemed not to have guided him.
The power ax gun was treated as a weapon, but in the end, with the tacit understanding of everyone who had a good relationship with Randy, he actually let him leave with the ax gun.
Carrying an ax gun on his back and carrying a package containing all his luggage, Randy came outside and stood directly opposite the Belgarde Gate. What could be seen on the other side of the door was the Garay of the Erebonia Empire that he had long been used to seeing.
Leah Fortress, but today I have to say goodbye to it. Randy looked at the coat of arms of the empire on the fortress, turned back, and walked towards the direction of Crossbell City.
However, he stopped before he had gone a few hundred yamo.
Three people appeared in his sight. An uncle who was about the same height as him and was carrying a huge gun sword that was more than two meters tall. He was tall and burly, dressed in black leather, and equipped with a hook rifle on his right wrist. He was petite, with silver-white hair, and a gun on his waist.
A young girl with a long sword. What the three of them have in common is a black trench coat and white pants. There is also a blue bird pattern painted on the chest of the trench coat.
There is a saying that "you always have to pay back when you go out to fool around." He now has personal experience of this.
"Long time no see. Red Death. I haven't seen you for about three years." Leonidas said to Randy.
"Don't call me that. West Wind Brigade, why are you here? And, and you are..." Randy focused all his attention on the uncle who looked to be in his forties.
"Master Randolph, I haven't seen you for a long time. After that incident two years ago, I should call you Son of the God of Fighting. I thought you had gone somewhere, but it turned out you were hiding in this mess." Lu Jia
Clausel said casually.
"Tch...don't call me that way! My name is Randy now, and I have severed ties with the Red Constellation."
He threw the salute aside and held the ax gun in his stance. The palms of his hands holding the ax gun were sweating slightly.
"I don't know what happened to you, but it seems to have nothing to do with the feud between us. Fei, can you say a few words? After all, you are the person involved in that matter." Lu Jia spoke, facing the petite
The girl said.
"Captain..." The girl thought for a moment, then shook her head a little lonely.
Seeing her expression, Lu Jia sighed.
"We are enemies in the same field, let alone those who work as hunters. Although your Red Constellation and our West Wind Brigade have won and lost each other in previous conflicts, the casualties were at best the size of a small team. Two years ago, we used landslides
He wiped out two of my squadrons in one fell swoop. Have you figured out how to die? Randolph Orlando."
"That's what happened." Randy never felt that things could get better from the beginning.
Xifeng, who came to seek revenge, met the lonely son of the God of War. You don't need to guess what will happen next.
What made him breathe a sigh of relief was that the hunter king Lujia Clausel had no intention of attacking him. The one walking towards him was the beast of destruction Leonidas. In the past, he had fought to a close with him on the battlefield.
people.
However, the reality was completely beyond his expectation. The force-guided ax gun and the hook-claw rifle arm-mounted armor collided together, and the impact force generated by the force-guided force did not have the desired effect.
One blow, two blows, three blows... Leo was on the defensive most of the time, and he could only fight back once after Randy launched multiple attacks. However, Randy's attacks had no effect at all, and after receiving a blow from the opponent, he
The tiger's mouth burst open, and after another blow, the force-guided ax gun was directly destroyed into two pieces.
Randy lost his balance and was kicked in the leg by Leonidas, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Are you also depraved? Not to mention using this toy to fight me. Your attack has no killing intent at all. I can't believe that you are the same person as the ruthless Red God of Death in the past." Randy looked at him blankly.
The handle of the guided power ax gun, which his hand was broken into two pieces, was in a daze.
Leo shook his head, put away his weapon, and walked to Fei's side.
"Fei, I leave that guy to you. How you want to deal with it depends on your mood."
The silver-haired girl nodded and walked up to Randy.
"West Wind Fairy... you survived that time. It's great. Give me a pleasure." After seeing the girl's appearance clearly, Randy quickly recalled her identity.
"Are you regretting it?" The girl did not draw her sword and chop off his head immediately, but looked at his expression as if she was relieved and could not understand it.
"Yes, I regret it every day. But make no mistake, I have never regretted killing two squadrons of your brigade. What I regret is other things." Randy said as if he was an outsider.
He spoke in a tone of voice.
…………
That was before Fei was promoted to squadron leader.
Originally belonging to the first brigade of the West Wind Brigade, a squadron-sized group of hunters was wiped out after being submerged by a landslide. The remaining members were also seriously injured, and then were suddenly attacked by Red Death Orchid.
Dolph Orlando led the team to a complete defeat.
Fei, who survived a narrow escape, was seriously injured at the time and it took several months to recover.
It was also at that time that Lu Jia, who learned about the situation afterwards, came up with the idea of asking Fei to stop being a hunter.
The girl told the names of her former comrades one after another. Every time she said a name, the gloom in Randy's eyes increased.
Fei looked at Randy's dejected posture and said, "You are not worth asking the leader to take action now. So it is up to me. I hope you can go to the goddess Edes after your death."
Fei raised her sword high and was about to swing it at Randy's head when she felt something and then moved half of her body to the side, dodging the bullets that came through the air.
"Are you aiming at my arm? This kind of merciless approach will not last long in a real battlefield." She looked at the women running quickly towards the location of the four people from the Belgarde Gate in the distance, and said to herself
He said to himself.
Randy noticed the movement behind him, looked back, and saw a light flaxen female noncommissioned officer running over quickly.
"Mireyou, don't come here, run away!"
He shouted loudly, but the other party didn't seem to hear him.
"Who are you! Why do you want to kill Randy!"
"This has nothing to do with you." Before Mireyu could react, Leonidas suddenly appeared in front of her and punched her in the abdomen with his left hand. She fell straight down.
"Mireyu!"
Seeing that the commander with whom he had been getting along well for six months now had no idea whether he was alive or dead, Randy's mind went blank, and then an extremely angry feeling emerged from his heart, which he could no longer suppress.
After he screamed majestically, an astonishing arrogance erupted from his body. After the heat wave forced Fei away, he threw half of the ax gun handle in Leo's direction. When Leo knocked away the hidden weapon,
Randy kicked the ground violently, picked up the unconscious female noncommissioned officer on the ground, and then ran towards the Bellegarde Gate at high speed without looking back.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the Jaeger King Luja Krauser, who was carrying a huge blunderbuss sword called Gray Storm, stopped in front of him.
"Hey? Master, you can still do it if you want to."
Randy was forced to stop by Lu Jia's merciless chops. Just now, his blood rushed to his brain. Now he gradually regained his composure and realized what a crazy thing he had just done.
After noticing that Mireyou was still breathing in his arms, he put the girl down. Then he knelt down in the direction of Lu Jia.
"You can do anything to me. Please let this girl go. She has nothing to do with us and is an innocent person."
Lu Jia put away the weapon, put it on his shoulder again, and then looked at the silver-haired girl who had been standing behind Randy from the beginning.
"Fei, what did you say?"
"Except for the one just now, the rest is a bit disappointing. There is no murderous intent at all. Since he is no longer Randolph Orlando, the Red Death, there is no value for me to hunt. When did our Jaegers die on the battlefield?
It’s not surprising, so I actually don’t have that much hatred for him. That was a good thing done by Red Constellation, and it had nothing to do with some coward who even threw away his name. The Jaegers don’t choose their enemies. This is what you told me, Captain.
.”
"Haha, just be happy." Lu Jia was actually quite happy about Fei's decision to let Randy go. This showed that she had really come out of the shadow of that incident.
"Go away, kid. The matter between us has been revealed. When you figure it out one day and return to the Red Constellation's lair, I will come to take your life again."
Randy's face looked like "Did you really let me go just like that?", as if he couldn't believe it.
"Our West Wind Brigade, as the top hunting regiment, also has corresponding magnanimity. If it weren't for Heise and the gangsters, you wouldn't really think that we are here to seek revenge, would you? Don't worry, we wouldn't be so idle. If it weren't for
Fei girl's master told us that there is someone we may know here at the Belgard Gate, and we are not interested in getting involved in your troubles. Let's go, Fei, Leo. Let's go back."
Lu Jia waved, and Fei and Leo followed him. The three of them disappeared on the street in the blink of an eye.
"Grass!"
Randy's fist hit the ground hard, one punch after another, not even caring that the skin was broken and the flesh was bloody. The only way to vent his inner depression was through this almost self-mutilating behavior.
"Grass! Grass! Grass! Grass! Grass!"
His blood, his past, and his soul jumped out and shouted when he thought he was really going to become Randy... You are Randolph Orlando.
It wasn't until the girl beside him slowly woke up that he stopped his meaningless self-mutilation behavior.
"Um, Randy, where is this?"
"Sorry, Mireyu. I accidentally got you involved."
"What are you talking about...Wow, wait..."
Being hugged hard by Randy, Mireyou blushed and instinctively wanted to struggle, but soon her lips were sealed by the guy who had always been aloof from her, and she lost consciousness again for a while.
, fell into a completely confused state.
"Although something unexpected happened, Mireyu, are you willing to date me?"
"Huh? Huh? Huh?"
"Ah, I just suddenly figured out something. The me you knew before is actually not the real me, but I no longer intend to be the me before. Today I let you see my embarrassed side, and I swear that I will never do it again in the future.
It will put you in the same danger again."
Without strength, you cannot follow your own path. In the past two years, he has even forgotten such a simple truth. He must first regain his true strength, and then take a step further to open up the situation and do what he wants to do. Fortunately today
The person who came to look for him was the extremely casual Hunter King of the West Wind Brigade. If the person who came to look for him had been a red constellation, it would definitely be even more ugly given his original mentality.
"Hey, wait a minute, you have a fever, have your brain burned out...ah, there's a lot of blood on your hands."
"Hehe, hehe, hehehehe. I have to thank that sloppy uncle, the destroyer beast, and the goblin. Thanks to them for waking me up in time. What do you think, are you willing or unwilling? Let me tell you in advance that even if you don't want to, I will
I will treat you as my woman."
"Well...since, since you said so..."
The weather outside was very good, the sun was shining warmly on the earth. It was the perfect weather for a walk. The night when Mireyou came out to pick him up, there was only a dark road in front of her, but today it was very bright and she could see everywhere.
Well, there are days like this occasionally, he whispered to himself, holding hands with Mireyou and walking briskly on the mountain road.