Chapter 1565: Brothers, go to blame

Against the harsh cold wind, Maris and Flory walked into the sailfish camp without a word.
They were wearing thick winter clothes, and the hats on their clothes were pulled up and buttoned on their heads, wrapped tightly.
In order to avoid being spotted, the two of them pulled the hat brim very low, covering most of their faces, making them unremarkable in the noisy crowd.
Being so cautious does not mean how special they look. In the sailfish camp, there are people everywhere who wear standard uniforms with them but do not have military ranks.
The soldiers know that these guys are harder to provoke than the military police, because most of them are intelligence units or special forces. Only these two types of people can be brave. They wear military uniforms and are not worthy of military rank.
For Maris and Flory, their purpose is simple. Just don't want to be seen by their overly handsome faces.
Maris is tall and handsome, mature and stable, and always has a cold expression, no matter where she appears, she can make women scream.
Although Flory was livid and frivolous, it was in line with the bad boy temperament that noble ladies liked the most.
In the defense of Ruman City, they caused trouble because of their handsome faces. The pink envelopes I received were enough to fill two sacks, and the bold and enthusiastic girl came over to give them flowers, in a tendency to stick up the bags.
In addition, there are even people who directly propose marriage to them, making them very annoying.
In Adele's words, their looks can be used to be the male protagonists of a rotten girl novel, and they are also very curious about where Lord Lorraine found a bunch of handsome men.
Speaking of the dignified Flying Eagle God of War...
In terms of appearance, Ferguson can only say that he is worthy of the audience.
However, Lei Erye was extremely disdainful of this, and expressed the voice of the majority of male compatriots: beautiful women can be eaten, men beautiful can not be eaten, what is handsome?
Therefore, in order to cause unnecessary trouble, Maris and Flory blocked themselves strictly. Even if it is a military camp, they are used to covering up their identities.
But they had just arrived in the camp, and then they felt that the atmosphere in the camp today was a bit strange. Whether it was officers or soldiers, they were all in groups of three, five in a pile, gathered together and muttered about something.
As dragons, their eyes and ears are also quite sharp. Although the other party lowered their voices, they still heard words like "open purchase" and "high price recycling".
However, they didn't care about human affairs. The two people were just ordered by the elders to perform their own tasks.
The two went straight into a wooden house in the camp, which was their temporary dormitory.
Although the room is small, the facilities are all available, and there is also an orderman to help clean it, which is only a treatment for senior military officers.
In this cold winter, sitting in the room, leaning on the warm stove, drinking the fragrant Earl Grey tea while listening to the whistling of the north wind is also a good treat.
Not long after they sat down, Vera hurried over.
Maris recounted the battle with Vera in detail at the moment, while Flory kept adding to his heroic deeds.
Especially after he transformed himself, he smashed the war fortress of the Lich with one palm, and then crushed the two hapless Liches to pieces.
Maris threw three twisted black metal blocks on the table. They were once the soul container of the Lich.
According to the agreement with Lorraine, for every lich killed, they can get a bonus of fifteen thousand, which is half the original price.
Hearing the good news, Vera did not show any happy expressions. Instead, she frowned her faint eyebrows, rather depressed, and then asked: "You really burned all the death knell beetles?"
Flory smiled triumphantly: "Together with their lair, including all the undead creatures, I burned it~!"
After speaking, he patted his chest vigorously. Then he added: "But the one in the hole was killed by Maris.
Vera, you know, everything frozen by him will definitely turn into powder..."
Speaking of later, Vera wrinkled her pretty face and looked sad. Flory's voice fell involuntarily.
Although his reaction was delayed, he also found that something was wrong at this time, and immediately asked: "Why, is there anything wrong?"
"Hey..." Vera sighed suddenly and said: "Let's see for yourself."
With that, he put a leaflet into Flory's hands.
Flory took the leaflet and glanced at it first, his eyes widened suddenly, but his mouth opened but he couldn't speak.
Maris glanced at the leaflet in his hand, his face was repeated, and the corner of his mouth was picked. Although he tried his best to endure it, he could still see the regret flashing in his eyes.
Vera couldn't help sighing again.
Flory yelled out of anger, and then smashed the table in front of him to pieces with a fist. Then, he put his head in his hands and said with a sad face: "None of you should stop me. It's tens of thousands~!
Tens of thousands of shiny, yellow, and lovely gold coins..."
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The soldiers of the first battalion of the Skeleton Division were awakened by the noise outside, crawled out of the steamy sleeping bag, endured the biting cold, broke the frozen water surface, and took water to wash.
Since the first battalion was sent to the wasteland, it has not had a rest. It has performed search tasks for more than half a month, and it can be said to be exhausted.
Finally, they were replaced by another fresh force who had just arrived, and they performed short-term repairs in this temporary camp in the rear.
Although it is still a wall of rubble and the constant cold north wind, you don’t need to walk dozens of miles a day, you don’t need to go down to a dark cave to search with fear, and you don’t have to worry about being caught and eaten by monsters or wild men in the middle of the night. , Life here is like heaven.
What moved the soldiers of the first battalion most was that they were able to eat hot and steamy hot meals all day long.
For the soldiers of a battalion who had been eating canned frozen beef for half a month, tears filled their eyes.
Although they still eat canned fried beef, canned roast beef, and canned boiled beef..., it's a little inadequate, but it's hot after all.
What's more, here is the front line with difficult conditions.
When I thought of this, even if there was still a small dissatisfaction in my heart, it disappeared in an instant.
With a bowl of canned beef soup, after eating a plate full of fried canned beef, Keel hiccuped and walked out of the kitchen tent.
He raised his head and looked at the gray sun in the sky, moved his hands and feet, and prepared to go around the camp to eliminate food.
After going back anyway, there was nothing to do except wipe the gun. And the front line is not allowed to play cards and gambling, their biggest pastime is sleeping and nonsense.
At this time, a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the southern horizon, followed by a low howling sound.
Listening to this familiar voice, Keir knew immediately that the war fortress was here~!
Before he could react, the whole camp was boiling.
The soldiers rushed out of their tents, waving their arms excitedly, and yelling at the war fort in the sky.
Especially the cooks in the camp, with a pig-killing voice, yelled especially vigorously. Those who didn't know thought they were being beaten up.
The soldiers of the first battalion stared blankly at the excited crowd screaming around, not knowing what happened.
Keir was curious, grabbed a cook in the kitchen, and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
Seeing that he had the rank of sergeant with three arrows on his shoulder, it was just an ordinary second-class soldier in the cooking class hurriedly saluted, saying: "Sir, you are lucky. This is a war fortress for transporting supplies, only once a week.
All the meat delivered was frozen, and you can have an extra meal at noon today. Fortunately, there is wine and coke. "
Keir was stunned for a moment, and then he joined the cheering army without hesitation, raising his arms and shouting harder than anyone else.
Although he had only been in the wasteland for half a month, he felt as if he had been there for a hundred years, and he had almost forgotten the taste of other meat.
In the eyes of the public, the war fortress slowly landed on the open space outside the camp.
The soldiers in the camp swarmed up, and took only a few minutes to remove the supplies on it, and then cheered and shouted like the New Year. Some people even throw their hats, clothes, and even pants indiscriminately.
The entire camp was caught in a chaotic carnival scene.
Rather than saying that they are welcoming each other, it is better to say that they are venting their emotions.
Afterwards, the war fortress immediately took off and left—they had other tasks.
The people in the cooking class started cooking directly on the open space in the middle of the camp.
A fat cook carried a sharp axe to chop the frozen half-fan of pork. Then he set up a few large pots, and threw the cut pieces of meat and a bunch of messy things in to cook together.
Each of the excited soldiers looked like coyotes, staring at a pair of green eyes, drooling, and wandering around the big pots.
No one noticed that when the materials were removed from the war fortress, several figures also came down from above and remained in the camp.
They passed through the crowd and found the colonel who was in charge of the camp. They then showed a document and chatted with him.
Immediately, they found a corner in the camp square, then placed a table and pulled up a banner with a few boxes on the table.
When a soldier passed by, he looked at them curiously, not knowing what this table with "material recycling" was doing, but then left in a hurry. At this time, they prefer the fragrant broth.
However, the people behind the table are not in a hurry, but patiently wait for customers to come.
Keir circled around the crowd twice and glanced at this strange stall as he passed by. The person behind the table smiled at him, took out a cigarette and handed it to Keir, and said, "Pick one? "
Cigarettes, like bullets, are indispensable necessities for soldiers. The only difference is that cigarettes are rationed, while bullets are open in unlimited supply, so cigarettes are more precious than bullets.
Therefore, for soldiers, it is of course better to smoke other people's than their own.
Keel took the cigarette, the other party took out a golden lighter, threw it away with a tink, lit Keel, and said, "Brother, what's your name?"
"Kiel, Kerry, is a machine gunner, how about you?"
"Philip, Dan Ze, a small employee of the Flying Eagle Group."
"Flying Eagle Group~!" Keir exclaimed, "Why are you here in this ghost place?"
Strictly speaking, even the security forces belonged to the Flying Eagle Group. He was surprised to hear that the other party actually came from the head office. They were all big men. And it's a fat and oily big shot.
For no reason, how could such a big man go to this place where the bird does not shit?
Danze pointed to the banner behind him, and said, "As you can see, the material is recycled. It is to collect things. We collect everything that you find strange, especially the corpses of monsters, shells, and fragments."
Keir was surprised: "What are you doing with that?"
Dan Ze shrugged and said, "I don't know, but the mages said it was a good thing, and then please go to our chairman.
The chairman saw that they were pitiful, and he also cared about the brothers on the front line, so he moved on.
If you kill the monster, you can send it to me, even part of the body. We bought it at a high price. "
The chairman of Feiying Group can only refer to one person, Leo Lei.
When I heard it was Leo’s account of the business, Kilton was a little moved. As everyone knows, Chairman Leo never trades at a loss, and he will definitely make money with him.
Keir thought for a moment, and said, "Broken leg or whatever?"
Danze smiled boldly and said affirmatively: "Okay, of course."
"You wait." Keel left a word, ran back to the tent of the first camp, took out his backpack and rebuilt it around, and took out a long monster limb from it.
After fighting the monsters, the soldiers of the first battalion left some souvenirs to brag to others in the future.
Weir was lying on his bed and resting. Seeing his behavior, he asked strangely: "What are you doing?"
Gere turned around and pushed Vail all over, rummaged in his backpack, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, where are the bugs you picked up? Give it to me. Give it to me."
Weir snatched his backpack from him, and said dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"
"Hurry up, give it to me, that thing can be exchanged for money."
"Hahaha..." Weir laughed as if he heard the joke, "Who did you bet on again?"
Keir snorted angrily, and said, "It's our chairman's business. You don't believe me to pull it down."
After speaking, he ran out in a hurry.
Weir froze for a moment, grabbed a pair of monsters' mouth pliers and jumped up, anxiously: "Wait for me~!"
The two came to Danze's acquisition point and handed over the loot they had collected on the battlefield.
Philip took out an atlas, compared it carefully, then nodded and said, "It's this kind of thing."
He weighed on the scale again and said, "It's almost a pound. Even if you are a pound, the chairman set the price. A pound is ten silver coins. Do you want money or other things?"
Gere and Will looked at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes: it turns out that this thing can really be exchanged for money~!
But then he asked incomprehensibly: "How do you want money? How do you want things?"
Danze smiled and kicked the cash box under his feet hard.
The coins in the cash box collided with each other, and there was a clear and pleasant sound. The two of Keir who listened were refreshed.
Dan Ze said: "If you want money, I will give you cash now. If you want something, you can change it to cigarettes or Coke, and you can also pay in cash."
Will scratched his head and said, "I want half the money and half the cigarettes, can I?"
"of course can."
When the two old partners of Keel and Weir, with cigarettes in their mouths, two cigarettes under their arms, and two cans of Coke in their hands, went back to the camp of the first camp, the whole camp suddenly became a sensation.
Who cares about stewed pork at this time, of course, money is more important.
The soldiers of the first battalion dug out their souvenirs from the depths of their backpacks, flocking to Danze to change things.
Although there are only a few or more than a dozen silver coins, the soldiers are still excited. This is foreign money, which is like picking it up for nothing. It can generate income after the war. Why not?
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division have always had a generous salary, only a little lower than that of the Ruman Royal Guard. If their salary is higher than that of the Royal Guard-Emperor Rudrun should have some ideas.
But after adding the theater allowance, a second-class soldier can get three and a half gold coins a month, and a sergeant machine gunner like Kiel can get five gold coins a month, which is two and a half times higher than the average salary of the Ruman Empire.
But the current high income is not lasting after all, and it will be reduced to half after the war.
As long as you collect ten pounds of these monster remains, you can get a gold coin, that is, an extra bag.
Lucky to drag back a monster corpse, it is directly a gold coin.
Using the bullets of the public house to make money for yourself, how is it so cool?
If they encounter thousands of death knell beetles as they did that day, instead of letting the Orc Grenadier burn the beetles with flames, but leaving the body behind, everyone in the camp can get a gold coin. , Equal to half a month's salary.
This kind of battle is fought four or five times a month, and after three months of work, you can go home to buy a house and marry a wife. How can we not make everyone crazy?
Thinking of this, everyone exchanged things with Dan Ze, while yelling at those half-orcs Pyro: How many gold coins have been burned by those puppies...
Even though these soldiers were single-minded and did not have a high level of education, in the process of the transaction, Dan Ze found that each of them was extremely clear, and he did not even take advantage of a copper plate.
After the soldiers in the camp had finished drinking the broth, they suddenly discovered that the puppies of the first battalion could actually drink Coke, smoke cigarettes, and now envied eyes dripping blood.
Just now they didn’t take it seriously when they heard that a battalion was attacked by monsters~EbookFREE.me~ They were so lucky, and they were all jealous: they were all fighting outside, so why did they encounter good things? Why are there no monsters to attack us?
This news spread to the entire front along with the team that kept leaving the camp.
Under the stimulus of the gold coins, all the soldiers were enthusiastic, all staring with scarlet eyes, looking for all possible places to hide monsters, vowing to catch them.
The originally sluggish morale suddenly boosted, and the soldiers no longer feared that they might encounter inexplicable monsters, but waited for the monsters to come to the door eagerly.
A few days later, even though the repairs were not long, the officers and soldiers of the first battalion were eager to fight, and reported to their superiors eagerly to return to the battlefield.
Because they were afraid that others would light up the monsters and make no money, some puppies even wrote blood books in desperation.
After the division commander approved and approved, the soldiers of the first battalion were like a pack of wolf pups, screaming and rushing towards the stranger wasteland in the north. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), give a reward, and your support is my biggest motivation.)