Chapter 265: New people (below)

"Hah, your reaction surprised me, Mr. Wizard, obviously you don't know how the situation is here, did you give a briefing for you on your way?"
Juskin patted his knees and brushed the dust off.
"No matter which big man annoyed you throws you here, if he knows what he is doing, he will definitely make up his mind to kill you, boy, we are overwhelmed in number, poorly equipped, and the supply line is rotten To make you suspect that the logistics department is actually an illusion made by you after being drunk, the only thing that brings hope is my belief in Kaimon and the strength of my people."
"As far as I know I have not offended anyone."
Ered lied.
"Maybe except you, I was transferred here because your regiment needed to add a witchcraft adviser, and hearing these words from an imperial officer's mouth really troubled me. I rarely talk about the imperial system. Question, Colonel... In fact, I firmly believe in the power of mortals. With good command and morale, there are no goals that the Imperial Army cannot achieve."
Juskin stood up, walked barefoot to the cupboard and took out two dirty cups, poured a little clear liquid into it, and then poured more water
"Is this the only thing? The soldiers called it the fountain of power."
He introduced like this, and put a cup on the table beside Ered.
Eric raised the cup to his lips and said, "Respect for the Empire."
Then he swallowed the liquid on his back, and his violently burned throat almost coughed him out, but he still controlled himself, and he felt a bit hot in his face.
"Respect the Empire and Kaymon."
Juskin replied, holding his own cup high in the air and drying it in one bit. He looked quite satisfied, as if expecting this bite all day long.
After a brief silence, Ered looked around the room again. Regardless of lack of education, the colonel must be a devout person.
Each wall is painted with the sacred symbol of Kai Meng, a mural of "The Ascension of the Father" is placed in an alcove, several handwritten scriptures are stacked on his bunk, and a bed is hanging Old icon.
Eugene caught the wizard’s gaze at the small altar through the empty glass and asked:
"Are you familiar with Father?"
Ered shook his head.
"I have read "Father of the Father" before, and there are many jihad stories, but that was many years ago."
"No matter what, that's good for you."
"Yes, great, I will remember it, Colonel, but I am not here to replace the priest..."
Ered's words were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
The door was opened with the sound of airflow, and the cold wind like a knife poured into the room, and Ered hurry to wrap his clothes tightly.
The oil lamp on the ceiling swayed in the cold wind, causing all the shadows in the room to dance. An Aksum man wearing the rank of lieutenant on his shoulders and cuffs walked in and quickly closed the door. The newcomer had to be under the ceiling. Leaning so as not to touch his fur cap, he is almost as tall as Ered.
Compared with most Aksum people, he has a good figure,
"Sorry to disturb, sir."
The lieutenant said, he saluted neatly and took off his hat and scarf.
Finally there is a decent officer.
Iridian thought, compared with the lieutenant, Eugene was not a shit. The former is tall and tough, his lips and mustaches are neatly cleaned, and his manners are elegant. He is undoubtedly a military student.
Eugene didn't get up, but just made a gesture from the shop and said:
"This is my deputy and communications clerk, Lieutenant Auger Phillips, Auger, this is the advisor Ered Carl, he is from... sorry, I forgot where you came from?"
"I haven't said it yet."
"Khan Bolton?"
Lieutenant Phillips guessed with a smile.
"Actually Oleron (the province of the Western Empire)."
Ered replied, he corrected the other party's mistake and stood up, ricketing the lieutenant's hand with his waist.
"Forgive me for being blind, sir."
Phillips bowed lightly.
"I have never been to Oleron before, anyway, welcome to the group."
"Anything, Ogg?"
Yushkin suddenly interjected, interrupting the friendly atmosphere between the two.
"An urgent order came from General Prokhov's office, sir...General will arrive at 19:00, and a meeting will be held in the war room."
"War room?"
Eugene frowned.
"Our division's war room?"
"Yes sir, it's 19 o'clock."
"Anything unusual, Colonel."
Erede did not know much about the Aksum Legion. He only knew that this legion was almost completely wiped out in the last Aswan battle. It was General Prokhov who rebuilt the legion in one hand. He spent a lot of energy from Equipment and personnel have changed the original appearance of the Legion. The former Aksum Army was a complete stronghold garrison, but now it has transformed into a huge field army with few empires.
Due to several major losses of the previous brave regiments, the newly formed legions could no longer be equipped with such an expensive establishment. Instead, each regiment supplemented the establishment of the witchcraft advisor~EbookFREE.me~A regiment probably has 10-20 witchcraft advisors, they have to assume the role of providing support to soldiers in close encounters, but the first infantry regiment is particularly resistant to this establishment.
As a result, Ered became a symbolic figure, and his existence was only to achieve a unified standard of organization.
"It's really unusual."
Eugene did not say much, so Lieutenant Phillips further explained:
"Generals usually only stay in the general headquarters to send briefs. Considering the current tensions, he should be more clear that he should not call the commander back from the front line. However, since he chose the war room of our division, he must be Some reasons."
"Is that optimistic, gentlemen? Before you came here, the colonel just described the weak supply line and other problems to me."
"It doesn't seem very optimistic."
"Okay, everything will be known when the meeting is held."
Lieutenant Phillips opened the door of the room, and asked the sir and the new witchcraft adviser to go out first. Before entering the roaring evening wind, Ereder saluted the captain, then wrapped the coat tightly around his body, and chin Also buried deep into the thick scarf.
The lieutenant came out behind them and closed the door.
"Follow me, Iridian Advisor."
Eugene's cry overshadowed the wind.
"We have to speed up to go to the stable, so as not to be late, our regiment's resident is farthest from the division headquarters."
Then this is his new colleague, Ered thought so.
This is the man tied to a rope with my destiny. The three witches are on it. Do you want to send me such a bad-tempered man?
The night breeze at night was bitterly cold, and they hurried northward in a trench, and Eredt almost folded his waist, folding, hoping to get to the stable soon.