When Sean woke up, he was already in his room in the monastery.
It is said that he disappeared for a day and a night, and someone found him drunk at the door of the monastery last night. Gary and others believed that Sean deliberately left his clothes behind that night and went out alone to fool around.
Sean couldn't explain that he had indeed met a female seductress.
Later, he seemed to be taken away by her. Nothing fancy happened, but he did go through the ghost gate for a while. He vaguely heard something very important, but he still couldn't remember what happened after that, and why he was let go again.
Sean doesn't know.
The day Sean woke up, Boss Bass sent two famous horses over.
He also thoughtfully asked the servant who drove the horses to stay and take care of the two expensive stallions.
As a businessman, speculation is instinctive. Bes racked his brains and wanted to pay bribes but was worried about unexpected negative consequences. The upcoming commander of the 21st Infantry Division would not accept bribes from businessmen casually.
As for how to send the horse out, that is Sean's business. Sean has no plans to stay in the army, but he wants to help Lieutenant Colonel Horns. This is Sean's life-saving grace to the Lieutenant Colonel.
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Sean then came to see Lieutenant Colonel Horns. Horns attached great importance to military etiquette, so Sean always behaved well and well-behaved in front of him.
After giving a standard military salute, Sean handed over a stack of manuscript paper: "Sir, I wrote this yesterday. Please review it."
"Oh!" Horns was sitting on the desk in his room, struggling with a pile of documents. It seemed that he had pulled out a lot of hair. "Look at my memory, I forgot about this."
This is an article Sean wrote for Lieutenant Colonel Horns to his friends in the Holy City press.
"'Soldier Bill's Promotion'?" Horns frowned, "Novel? Isn't this a suitable genre?"
Sean did not answer directly, but Horns continued to read seriously, his brows quickly widened, and he even smiled knowingly from time to time, but his fierce face did not look good when he smiled.
"Very good, very good. I thought you would write a solid news review or a disgusting praise article. The narrative technique of the novel is very novel. Even I want to know what you will write next."
Lieutenant Colonel Horns commented, "Why did you write like this? Although the writing is good, I have never seen a serial novel published in a newspaper. But don't worry, I will send it to my friend. Do you need it?"
It’s up to them.”
"Because it is a novel, it is fiction." Sean said, "Sir, I don't want to be thought that I am criticizing a certain person or group of people."
After listening to Lieutenant Colonel Horns, he thought thoughtfully and said:
"You are still thinking carefully. To be honest, I joined the army as a trainee second lieutenant. Although I think I know the army and soldiers very well, and I am an experienced soldier. But I have never looked at the army from the perspective of an ordinary soldier. Thank you,
Sean, you will be a great soldier in the future."
Sean hesitated and said: "Sir, I'm afraid I will disappoint you. I miss my hometown, although I don't have much happy time there."
Lieutenant Colonel Horns' expression changed drastically, he stood up and walked around the room:
"Do you know that our 21st Division is about to be rebuilt. We need officers, a lot of officers. Believe me, as long as you stay, I guarantee that your rank will be raised to another level soon. You are only 19 years old and have a bright future!
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"I know, Count Herman will come to take up his post soon." Sean said.
Horns said in surprise: "I only found out today that this is still a military secret. How did you know?"
"Actually, I knew about it the night before yesterday." Sean replied, telling the story of meeting the bass boss.
Horns is an upright soldier, and his expression changed after hearing this, but Sean said:
"Sir, do you want to be a general?"
This question struck straight into Horns' heart. He had wasted eight years at the rank of captain. If not for his narrow escape from death not long ago, which the big shots in the Holy City could not ignore, he would have continued to hold this rank.
If he wastes his time, he will pay for it with his life.
But when will he be promoted to a general? In the imperial army, there are generals from civilian backgrounds, but they are undoubtedly the result of a combination of major military exploits, outstanding talents and certain factors beyond the control of individuals.
There were too many officers, which in Horns' opinion was a disgrace to the army, otherwise there would not have been such a tragic loss this time.
But this is reality.
"Maybe you are right, but how is your speculative mentality different from that of a businessman? Please get out now, I have other things to deal with."
Horns was in a bad mood and coldly issued an eviction order.
Sean didn't know what kind of ideological struggle Horns was engaged in that day and night. Early the next morning, Lieutenant Colonel Horns called him out again.
"Sean, before you leave the army, I need you to do me a favor. You know, I am a bare lieutenant colonel now and I can only rely on you."
Horns said straight to the point that he was not the kind of person who liked to pester and persuade his subordinates. Since Sean had no intention of leaving, he acquiesced.
He took out a portrait, Benjamin Don?
"I've seen this reward order. Sir, do you want to get the reward?" Sean asked.
"This is the task that Marshal Lewis will give me. Earl Howard, who lost his beloved son, went to the Marshal and asked him to send troops to capture this gangster, whether life or death. Now is the critical moment. Countless spies in the Holy City are watching here. Marshal
Not wanting to get into trouble, he gave me this task. In addition to taking no money from the bounty, he hinted that he would compensate me in other ways." Horns said frankly.
"What do you need me to do? You need to have a hunting team, and everyone should get a part of the bounty according to their contribution." Sean said.
Horns clapped his hands and said: "Happy! I can also take no penny from the bounty. I need to prepare funds, such as purchasing suitable weapons, horses and equipment. The marshal can provide some, and I can pay the rest out of my own pocket. I need you to help me.
Is it possible to organize people for my use in this monastery?"
"As you wish!" Sean responded.
Sean saluted and left, walked out of the door, and then stepped back: "Sir, you are speculating!"