Chapter 1068: Souls and Dancers (1)

　　 "I said, who is that?"
　　 asked Ragnar softly after returning to the camp.
"do you know?"
Sergeant Turk, who was busy opening a bag of dry food, shrugged.
"someone."
　　 he hummed in reply.
　　 "You are super useful, you know?"
　　Ragnar responded, thumping Turk's arm, and the other side glanced wearily at his captain.
　　 "Be a volunteer, it is said that...the Benedict Empire side."
"Who said that?"
　　 "Colonel's attendant."
　　The green devils arrived at the outpost of location 23 an hour ago. This was originally an ancient church made of brick and stone. Now it has become a military stronghold.
Location 23 is a strategic location that was recaptured from Ouke a week ago. It is only eight kilometers away from the main city. This outpost used to be part of the noose around Okoto around the city, which is now temporarily untied. .
　　 But this does not mean that this situation will last for a long time, Ouke will inevitably re-attack the lost stronghold, and more violent than before.
　　 Therefore, Ragnar’s team came to assist the defense, and it was only twenty hours before he finished his last mission.
　　 But this matter made him a little curious today. This veteran who had served for six years, a soldier with a strong body, protruded his head from the porch of the temporary barracks and looked into the red brick walkway.
　　 The end of the path extended into a central courtyard of the church, and he could see that the new guy was talking to Horna and some of her men.
　　 The newcomers are tall, but their proportions are strange, and their limbs are longer than ordinary people.
　　 The mysterious man was wearing a dark gray gown and a mask, and a dusty sniper rifle was slung over his shoulder.
　　 "His size is really big, but some are thin."
　　 said Ragnar, unconsciously playing with the green fangs hanging on the necklace.
　　 "Don't stare."
　　Turk nibbled his dry food.
　　 "I was about to say that, I think he is taller than you."
　　 "Don't stare."
　　 "He happened to be standing where I was looking, Turk."
　　Some special things are happening, and Ragnar can feel that this has been the case in recent days.
　　 For example, the two killers encountered during the last mission.
　　 But one thing said, that person is really tall, he is completely condescending in front of Horna-although everyone is condescending in front of her.
　　 Anyway, he is at least one meter nine.
　　Horna was looking at him with her neck raised, nodding her head from time to time, and Ragnar could not hear their conversation.
　　Although she is communicating with a tall man, Horna's posture is as strong as ever: sharp, energetic, as full of vitality as a cockfight, and a firm attitude.
　　Ragnar has always suspected that the colonel Holna used body language to make up her doll-like figure.
　　 She is a spiritual instructor. This is the official title of the New California Republic. In other places, people like her are called witches.
　　Ragnar looked back at the barracks, his team members were busy dozing, eating, drinking and gambling.
　　 There are some cleaning weapons or armor, sweeping away the red rust accumulated during the march throughout the day.
　　 "I went out for a walk."
　　Ragnar told Turk that the sergeant just chewed the food and stared at the sergeant’s feet—his stubby toes were protruding from the holes in the wool socks.
　　 "Don't it look handsome?"
　　 Facing Ragnar's inquiry, Turk just shrugged.
　　 "Fuck it."
　　Ragner took off his coat with a badge, took off his belt and weapon belt, threw them on the dry floor, and then took his own water bottle.
　　 "I'm going to fill this up."
　　Ragnar paced out of the passage, the water bottle swayed in his thick hands, but he was disappointed to find that the mysterious man had disappeared.
Colonel Holna and her subordinates were talking and leaving from the other end of the courtyard. When Ragnar walked into the courtyard, she just turned around.
　　 At this time, the temperature is still warm, and the heat during the day is radiated from the stone bricks in the shadows.
　　 overhead, the evening sky showed a dark purple.
　　 "Captain Ragnar? Is there anything?"
　　Horna said that the voice was as crisp as fine ice.
　　Ragnar smiled kindly, shaking the water bottle in his hand.
　　 "I'm going to the pump."
Colonel Holna came to him from the encirclement of her subordinates. She was so petite, like a little girl, compact and slender.
　　 She was wearing a black tights and a gray jacket. On her feet were a pair of high heels that highlighted her shortness. The goose egg had a small cherry mouth on her face, and her eyes appeared very large.
　　Compared to the responsibility on her shoulders, she was extremely young at the age of 23, but the witches were like this.
　　 knows that she actually has a crush on her: so perfect, so exquisite, that such a small body radiates such a powerful force.
　　 "Go to the pump?"
　　 "Go get the water. I'm done drinking."
　　 "Drinking water has already been allocated, I think it is just an excuse for the probe to probe the brain."
　　Ragnar shrugged with a gesture he wanted to look cute.
　　 "You know me best."
　　 "So I think you are exploring the brain with a probe."
　　 They stared at each other, then Holna's big eyes slowly moved towards Ragnar's feet wearing socks.
　　He can see that she is holding back her laugh, and the obvious way to deal with Huo Nan is to cater to her sense of humor.
　　 That's why he took off his boots.
　　Ragner tried to hold his stomach and put on a serious expression.
　　 "It's hard enough, isn't it?"
　　 She sneered.
　　 "What do you mean?"
　　 "Shut up your belly."
　　 "I don't know what you are talking about, Colonel."
　　Horna nodded.
　　 "I don't know why we left you here, do we not have a body size limit?"
　　 "Or weight standards?"
　　 One of her subordinates suddenly laughed.
　　 She brought four subordinates, all blond girls aged about 20, surrounded by Horna with a sly smile on her face.
　　 "Oh, you're kidding me."
　　Ragnar shook his head.
　　 "We can indeed make fun of you."
　　 "Anyway, I am the only one here who can break his wrist with Ok."
　　Horna frowned.
　　 "That's right, but don't be too curious, you will soon know what you need to know."
　　 "A volunteer of the Benedict Empire?"
　　Huo Nan glanced at her subordinates with interrogative eyes, and also used spiritual power to spy on them.
　　 Suddenly the girls turned their heads under the disappointing spirit of the colonel, pretending to be watching other things.
　　 "It seems that some people say that they are leaking."
　　 "That is indeed... I seem to remember what they called, Yebla?"
　　 asked Ragnar.
　　 "Like I said..."
　　Horna turned her head back and looked at him and said.
　　 "OK, OK, I understand."
　　 Ragnar rocked his water bottle.
　　 "I will know when I should know."
　　 "Let your people settle down~EbookFREE.me~ She finished, and turned to leave.
　　 "Is the third team here?"
　　Ragnar suddenly asked, this support mission, a total of two teams participated, one is his fifth team, and the third team.
　　 "The third team?"
　　 "They should already be here. Tato owes me a gambling debt. Are they here?"
　　Horna narrowed her eyes, her expression seemed a little unexpected.
　　 "No, they haven't arrived yet...but it should be soon."
　　 "Then I'm asking to lead an investigation team out to wander around to see what is holding them back."
　　 "Your loyalty to your friends is admirable, but your request was not approved."
"it's getting dark."
　　 "Yes, that's why I don't want you to dangle outside."
　　Ragnar nodded.
　　 "Did we make it clear? You didn't want to be smart this time, didn't misinterpret my orders in your head?"
　　 The captain of the green devil shook his head as if it were real.
　　 "Well, no one is the best, good night, dear."
　　 "Good night, Colonel."
　　 smiled and waved a hand to Ragnar, and Horna walked away on high heels, and issued a command with mental strength.
　　 Her subordinates paused, frowned at Ragnar, and followed her footsteps.
　　 "If you love me, just stare at me, you gangsters."
　　 Ragnar murmured and walked back to the barracks.
　　 "Turk?"
　　 "What's the matter, sir?"
　　 "Ten minutes to get me a scout team."