Chapter 384: Old friends reunion

"All, what did Commander Grek say to you? Or what did you say? Will we be thrown into this ghost place to guard a railway bridge that is unlikely to be attacked?"
Dimithi's tone almost questioned, it is unthinkable in other units, a group leader said this to a division commander.
But Mountbatten understood his fellow countryman. He was a soldier eager to build merit, and his behavior troubled him in a sense. In any case, he could understand the other party's anxiety.
"Actually, I didn't say anything, just answered all the questions he asked."
"what is the problem?"
"My opinion about this battle."
"result?"
"I said that I am not optimistic, but I will do my best to complete my task."
Mountbaton sniffed his nose and put on a helpless expression.
"All he gave me such a task."
They sat under the eaves with their feet up, enjoying this extremely long afternoon.
Not far away, soldiers are playing brain games, a means of devastating time designed by themselves.
A shirtless soldier ran up the dirt slope, and the intense exercise under the vicious sunlight made him flushed and sweaty.
He trot all the way and saluted the two officers who were lazily leaning on the recliner.
"Sir!"
"Okay, Jed."
Dimitri waved his hand.
"Take a look."
The soldier, Jed, was holding a brown cone-shaped sphere. It suffered some damage and was not very complete. It was about the size of a golden pomelo.
Mountbatten missed the golden pomelo fruit from their distant hometown.
"Place it in the middle of the queue, Jed."
Mountbatten suggested.
The soldiers walked to the hot sand in front, panting, and bent down to put the ball in the middle. The other soldiers were divided into two teams, each lined up and charged.
"Start."
Dimitri blew a whistle. All the soldiers crowded together to fight for the brown leather ball. The person who got the ball first started running desperately. The other team stopped him like crazy. Teammates assisted with collisions and slams.
For a time, the scene was extremely chaotic, and sand and dust even obscured the sight of the onlookers.
But the man who took the ball was fast. He flicked away the person behind him flexibly like a fish, and jumped suddenly out of the white line.
"A point."
Mountbatten nodded and turned to receive a cold glass of wine.
Dimitri took out a golden box from his arms, opened it, and twisted out a little white pie (some kind of mental health product, um), sucked it, and leaned back on the chair again, sighing.
"This place is good, but I miss the battlefield."
The midday sun is going away, and the air is gradually becoming cooler. After that heavy rain, the fine weather will last a long time.
"I heard that Port Vangeli is at war."
"I heard that too."
Mountbatten nodded.
"I don't know what happened. The Navy sent the Fourth Fleet to make a pass. I guess they want to find a sense of existence. After all, Ock doesn't have a Navy, and it's hard to have in the future. The Navy is afraid that the Ministry of Defense will cut their budget ."
"I think……"
A voice behind them suddenly said:
"You have too much free time at hand."
"Hurt, you old bastard!"
Mountbatten yelled, jumped from the chair, turned and embraced his friend, a middle-aged man wearing a black military uniform and a black cape. In the Army of the New California Republic, only wizards are eligible to add outside the military uniform. The last cloak is also their unique logo.
"You came here to dry hair?"
"For my twenty yuan, even the profit, don't tell me you forgot, the last time you played cards."
Bronz Hurt answered with a smile. The three six-pointed stars on his badge show his senior wizard status as certified by the Wizards’ Union.
"You are still so stingy!"
Mountbatt hammered the other person's chest, then pointed sideways to his companion who had just stood up.
"This is Dimitri, the head of the 66th Infantry Regiment."
"Hello, [Black Fox] Mr. Bronze Hurt, I have heard a lot of your deeds, especially the experience of arresting [Thirst Blood Demon] Eilat, it is very exciting."
"Where, I'm just a partner."
The two then shook hands amicably.
"have a drink."
Mountbatten took another cup from under the table, and then greeted the two.
"Oh, good."
Bronz answered with a smile, then pulled off his cloak and weapon belt and sat down.
"Why are you here?"
After drinking a glass of wine, Mountbatten issued the same questions as before.
"Respond to the call and go to the country together."
Bronz Hurt answered in this way, but it did not satisfy Mountbatten.
"Don't fool me, confuse me with conscription slogans? Who doesn't know that the trade unions are all rookies, and the wizards with a little skill are very fateful, so they don't want to come to the battlefield to eat guns."
"No, you are wrong, maybe many wizards are very sad, but we are also more aware of the threat of Oak than ordinary people. The Three Wizards and the Federation of Trade Unions have held several exchange meetings. I am also fortunate to be present. The masters of the Deer School shared many future words. The compatriots of the Wolf School and the Badger School who once fought Ouke also told us a lot through their personal experience that they are by no means negligible threats..."
With that said, he took out an iron box from his pocket and took a cigarette in his mouth.
Without using any tools, he just breathed lightly, and the thin cigarette burned himself.
"...We all have a consensus that we must curb their tendency to expand. This is a species with extremely strong self-evolution ability~EbookFREE.me~ We humans have spent thousands of years on the road, they only need a few years, It can be completed even in a few months. I checked a lot of books and made an amazing discovery."
"What is it?"
"In the past thousands of years of history, Ok has been a low-level wisdom group fighting with stones, but in just a few years, they have begun to fight with cannons and machine guns."
"Their learning ability is very strong."
"This has nothing to do with learning ability."
The wizard waved his hand.
"You give a primitive tribe cannon, do you think they will use it? Even if they can use it, do they make shells? Do they know how to correct it? Will they repair it if something goes wrong?"
"Well……"
"Oak is not a tool of warfare, but their entire social model, thinking mode, and behavior mode are evolving at a high speed. Such an evolution needs to be counted in epochs. Three hundred years ago, the main tool of human warfare was the sword. The cold weapon era lasted for thousands of years."
"When you say this, doesn't it mean that Oak's IQ is very high? Is it higher than ours?"
"No, there should be some reason for mysticism, but we can't study it yet."
"I'm so scared as you say..."
"Haha, I didn't intentionally scare you, but we just talked about these words, and you shouldn't spread them. It will cause panic."
Bronz Hurt stared at Montmon Button with a sly smile on his face, like a cunning fox.
"Sir, bother!"
They were interrupted by a voice, and the three men raised their heads and saw the sweaty messenger standing beside them.
"what's up?"
"Headquarters urgent call!"
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