Chapter 264: Newcomers (Part 1)

The entourage wizard Ered Carl followed Colonel Eusikin through the labyrinthine traffic trench to his personal headquarters.
The bad mood of the colonel was obviously directed against him, and he successfully thwarted all attempts at communication by the group's witchcraft consultants as they walked. Although he repeatedly reminded himself not to complain so quickly, he almost couldn't hold back.
This first impression is really not very good.
After walking south along the supply tunnel for a while, they reached a step extending from the sand. Eusigyn walked up the step and pulled in the wooden door.
Erid did not wait for the colonel to invite him, and the outside was too cold for him to care about these details.
He quickly entered behind Ushkin and quickly closed the door behind him.
When Ered turned around, he found that he was standing in a small, dimly lit room. The walls of the room were dirty, with a few pieces of tattered furniture, and the low wooden beams on the ceiling were almost scraped off. His peaked cap.
The short soldiers did not encounter this trouble.
When the colonel took off his pleated military cap, Eric first discovered that Ushkin was shorter than he expected, and his head just reached Calif's shoulder.
Almost two meters in size makes Ered a big man most of the time, but compared to many Aksum people he knows, the wizard knows that Eugene is below the average height of his subordinates, he should be from A mountainous province in eastern Cusconal is said to have relatively short mountain people.
This looks like a ridiculous personal residence with a low ceiling, built entirely according to his standards, without any officer-like luxury.
Perhaps Ushkin’s residence is too simple, but it is much more comfortable than the cold trenches outside. The four sets of radiators are evenly arranged at the four corners of the house, trying to fight the cold in the air.
Both men took off their cloaks and scarves and hung them on the hooks knocking into the dirty frozen wall.
The heavy oppression of the fur coat faded made Erede feel relaxed, but it did give him enough warmth and protection outside. Since receiving the order, I don’t know how many times, Ered cursed the world and transferred him. The human factor here.
Curse you, old guy!
Thinking of the announcement of his new appointment, Gramatia's witchcraft director Pencelles's contented expression on his face made Erid's teeth tickle.
His son’s death should not be blamed on him. Ered guessed that the director of witchcraft must have used a lot of connections to distribute him here, but he still decided to be outstanding, even if he was pitted into this ghost place, The same can be achieved with praise.
Eugene ran across the room and threw himself into a corner wooden bed set against a wall.
"If you want to sit, please help yourself, sir."
He murmured as he untied the boots that made him a little bloody.
Ered pulled a wooden chair about to fall apart from the small table in the middle of the room, and sat down cautiously, fearing that it would suddenly fall under his buttocks.
It wasn't until the chair fully accepted his weight that he took off his big brim hat and put it on the dirty table, and pulled out a shiny silver wooden comb from his pocket.
As he was used to every time he took off his hat, he combed the oiled black hair with a wooden comb, straightening it behind his ears every time.
When Eugene saw these, he let out a grunt from his throat.
Iridian smirked and didn't think he admired vanity. He believed that maintaining a good personal image was a necessary condition for fulfilling his duties.
This is probably a kind of self-respect. Of course, it would be better if his appearance could accidentally attract the attention of a lady of power.
Obviously, Colonel Yushkin will never encounter this kind of trouble, this guy is like a half-beast.
And when Ered watched the colonel take off his military coat, he guessed that the opponent’s physique and that coat were totally incompatible, especially the muscle knot that was not in harmony with his limited height. Green painted and thrown into the wild, maybe his men would mistake him for Oke-a very short kind.
The colonel’s black beard is messy and obviously needs urgent waxing, and his hair is only a little stronger than the harvested crop stubble. The leather-like tough face is split by a slanting scar that has been cut across the forehead, left eye and lower jaw. Line, fixed his side mouth forever like a roar of teeth.
All in all, Erider concluded that if he took off his officer uniform, the commander of this division's First Infantry Regiment looked like a gangster mob.
This is a battlefield promotion officer.
Ered couldn't help thinking.
He is not a regular military school graduate, maybe he was actually born in a slum, but he can’t make a conclusion. Maybe the other party has some respectable qualities. It is said that all officers at the same level have highly evaluated him. Prove everything.
"Do you have anything to drink here, Colonel?"
Ered asked hopefully. The radiators in this room seemed to be not very competent. Some alcoholic beverages might be able to drive away some chills. In the ghost place of Aksum, day and night are the two extremes of the two seasons.
"Maybe there is red wine? If so, ale is also fine."
"Alcohol is there, make it yourself."
Eugene said this, but he didn't get up, just lifted his chin toward a cabinet behind his witchcraft advisor.
"Maybe you can wait a little longer."
Erid concealed his anger and said:
"First of all, I am very happy to have come to this glorious group. This is the most exciting moment after my long journey."
"I also welcome you to our subordinates, Erd Carl, although they don’t look so friendly, if they spit at you next time, just use your witchcraft to teach them directly, just don’t need to come Ask me, they are a bunch of puppies who owe smoking."
Eugene smiled, if the bark rushing out of his mouth could really be called ‘laugh’.
"Your reaction really surprised me, Colonel."
Of course, Arred knew from the beginning that the other party didn't like himself, and since he became a wizard~EbookFREE.me~ he knew that this would not be uncommon.
It’s just that Yushkin feels more special to him. Among the new Axum regiments, his regiment was the last to be assigned to a witchcraft adviser. The First Infantry Corps is known for its fighting spirit. Their chief, that is Colonel Yushkin emphasized melee combat training. Before he came, he had heard that the 1st Infantry Regiment was the only one that had not lost in a large group, and even the Gendarmerie had to bypass them. go.
Each of them is a mob, and everyone is as fierce as the gladiator in the ancient gladiator, but this is not normal. In the era of firepower and discipline, this training is obviously strange.
It seems as if Eugene is trying to build a "humanoid Oak" force.
A new volume has begun, uh... how to say, I also want to briefly talk about the plot of the previous volume, to be honest, I have also thought about whether to just skip the deadly morning light, or interspersed writing , But I tried and tried again and found it difficult to do so, because there are many forbiddings and details that cannot be written with interleaving techniques, or it may be that my skills are insufficient, but according to my outline, this plot is very Very important, its importance is no less than that of the first chapter. I have considered it again and again, but decided to write it in more detail. Of course, I can also predict the consequences... But my idea is that it is not unclear to the reader behind it. Looking at the inexplicable battle plots again and again, it is better to tell the story in advance. I believe that when the book reaches 100W, everyone will understand my intentions. I can understand the readers who abandoned the book before this, after all, it is me I can’t give you the reading experience you expect... But in any case Lao Mo still wants to say a word, I want to write a complete story, not a two-hour B-level popcorn plasma