Interlude: One of the Four Fates Randolph Reissue 4
A few days later, on a cold and cold day that looked like it might rain at any time, all members of the Belgard Gate Guard Team of Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture gathered in the parking lot of the station, and the teams were lined up in three lines.
In front of them, standing on a small iron platform was Commander Preston of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guards. ("Trail of Zero" did not mention the name of the Commander of the Crossbell Autonomous Prefecture Guards. The name comes from "Dawn"
"Trajectory") Preston was about in his late forties. His slightly fat body was wrapped in a garrison uniform. The uniform had the rank of commander and colorful medals hanging next to it. Seeing the commander's appearance, Lan
Dee felt that he had expressed his desire for self-expression in the form of a medal.
Although Prestan is the commander, it is well known that he does not usually 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 longer a secret.
Why is this kind of commander here today?
A few dozen meters behind Preston, 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..."
"Probably Commander Preston 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 Commander Preston 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 Commander Prestan'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. Commander Preston 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, Commander Prestan's eyes as he looked at the team members stopped on Randy, and his expression became gloomy. Randy was shocked
, I thought, am I just saying it in my heart? Or is our commander able to read minds and use spells?
While Randy was thinking about these things, Commander Prestan had already come down from the stage and walked towards Randy carelessly. Randy stood in the third column, and Prestan waved his hand to ask the people in the first two columns to retreat.
Open. Then, the commander walked up to Randy and asked unhappily:
"May I have your name?"
"Report, Sergeant Randy Orlando of Crossbell Guard's Bellegarde Gate Unit!"
"Sergeant Orlando, I have a question for you."
Commander Prestan 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 Commander Preston, the issue 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. Commander Prestan 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 Commander Prestan's roar.
"What, what are you talking about! That is the latest model from the empire! I highly recommend the introduction!"
Commander Preston would be so angry about Randy not getting a rifle, which is not unrelated to this. This rifle was the one he proposed to Speaker Haltmann of the Autonomous State Assembly to "equate the security forces with the latest equipment."
They tried their best to persuade the parliament to purchase assault rifles for close combat use manufactured by the Erebonian Empire's Linefort Group, and finally introduced these guns.
Unexpectedly, in front of the imperial congressmen who came to inspect, not all of them were holding this gun, which made Commander Prestan lose his face.
By the way, what Commander Preston calls the latest model is actually a very old design that was used during the Hundred Days War. It has just been slightly improved. It looks like a new product in terms of shape and number. Use your brain a little bit.
Thinking about it, he knew that generally speaking, he should not be selling weapons to Crossbell, who was in a disputed area between the Empire and the Republic. He seemed completely unaware of the mystery of this.
"Ah, I'm sorry. But that doesn't suit me anyway."
"What………………"
Commander Prestan was once again stunned, and the people around him snickered again. But Mireyu and the others were very 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 is a weapon that even a big 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, Commander Preston did not recognize this kind of weapon.
The ability 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 Commander Prestan's nerves instead.
"I don't want to hear these boring excuses from you! Sergeant Orlando, go get your rifle right away, this is an order!"
Veins bulged in Preston's temples, and a mouth that 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, Commander Prestan's face suddenly turned as red as a ripe tomato. Seeing this face, Randy suddenly felt like drinking a "Bloody Mary", which was a
Cocktail made with tomato juice.
"You are fired!"
Sharp roars resounded throughout the audience. The other team members stared at Commander Prestan 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 wanted to say 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 Commander Prestan.
"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.