Chapter 628: 13th. The Principality (2)

A fast and rushing Principality language came from the front, and the screaming ears hurt with ears. Looking at the two groups of people who were about to engage in deep fighting, Pasifal sighed and turned to ask:
"This kind of "little trouble" is often encountered here?"
"It's almost like this, sometimes there are no scenes, no matter how, the folk customs here are not advocating law and discipline, there are things called police and lawyers."
Murat answered with a wry smile.
Orcs are not as backward and savage as intuitive images and legends, otherwise they will not build a country that can pinch with the human camp for thousands of years. However, the beast factor in the blood of the orcs is really too thick. This is not only reflected in their appearance and physical fitness, but also in their very fierce personality, which is very intense.
To put it better, it's called bold and straightforward, but to say bad, it's the type that likes to use a fist knife instead of a mind to solve problems. It belongs to the type that can't open the door, don't like to find the key, but like the axe.
For a group of villagers whose fists move faster than their brains, it is a matter of course for them to make full use of surrounding resources to improve their lives when life is not going on. As for whether the robbery of the army violates Wang Fa, it is not a matter of concern to the villagers.
"20 Putte sugar! 10 Putte tea! 30 Putte vodka! Don't think about it less!"
"Asshole! This is the asset of His Majesty's army! Are you trying to rebel?!"
"Who cares about you! Don't leave anything to think about!"
"That is, men are all serving as soldiers, and the elderly and children in the family are too hungry to move. This day can't be passed! Even if the ``little dad'' comes in person, he must give us a way to live!"
"Yeah yeah!!"
The villagers shouted with their arms waving, and the leader Babaev's centurion blushed and remained silent for a long time.
Although he had a hundred soldiers and more than ten Behemoths under his hands, it seemed not difficult to break through the defense line formed by dozens of villagers, but he did not do so.
Not the centurion conscience found. The villagers could not bear to die under the giant beast, but could not do so.
Looking at the left and right sides, the pointed wooden piles exposing the mud are visible everywhere. There are these things, and it is not a waste of time to detour. No one can guarantee that there are no hidden hidden piles in the bypass. Once Behemoth, who was carrying more than ten tons of cargo, stepped on the dark pile, either he could not move or died. In this muddy season. It is unbearable for anyone to lose a heavy pack animal.
Hard to rush from the front? This is not a wise decision. Look at the group of aunts with gritted teeth, and then look at the 8-meter long logs that are resistant to their shoulders and hugs in their arms. Can predict the end of the armed conflict.
"‘Gong is the strongest, but is Aunt’s...’?"
"Oh? You read it."
"Please don’t underestimate the juniors who originally volunteered to be librarians, and what to say until the logistic department reports the notice. I’m all pointing to that life with a stable salary."
"It turned out to be a salary thief volunteer."
"Could you call it a writer and worker?"
With a snap, the booklet was closed and Parsifal stood up.
"I'm leaving a little bit, and here's the trouble for seniors to stare at you."
"……Where are you going?"
"Before the materials are officially signed and handed over to the official of the Brest Fortress, all goods are managed under the headquarters of the Logistics Department. Right now, the only person in charge of the headquarters of the Logistics Department is on site. It has the responsibility and obligation to ensure the safety of the goods."
The unconscious hand reached the top of the head, but did not catch the brim. Then I remembered wearing a Cossack-style high-top leather hat on my head, not the defense army cap. In a panic, he hit Murla's eyes watching the rare birds and animals, and Parcifal's face flushed instantly.
"What... what's wrong?"
Poof—
Murat covered her mouth and arched her waist, desperately patiently not letting her voice leak out, and her body was shaking, making people think if this product was a madness of a horn, and might just lie down.
"No... puff puff puff... nothing... puff puff puff..."
Until the last mouth water flows into the intake pipe. After a severe cough, the young captain stopped.
"Ah, Parsifal."
"Yes."
"You should be very clear about the fighting power of those aunts?"
"If it is a part of a book, it should... But looking at the scene like this, it feels more exaggerated than what is written in the text."
"Yeah, they are so strong, if they use the physical strength as the standard to calculate the combat strength. It is probably about 200, then Parsifal, you estimate, under the same conditions, what is your own combat strength value?"
"6...or 5."
Elves have never been a race known for their physical strength. Even if there is an alien such as Lieutenant General Thor, after many years of promoting national fitness and sports, the overall level is only the same as that of humans. Parsifal's body has always been in the last few ranks in the military academy. After entering the logistics department, he lacked exercise, and his physical fitness level may be worse than in the past.
Comparing with the aunts who pull the big tree empty-handed, crush the boulders with bare hands, and use the logs that are thicker than the bears, as a stick, the aunts have a combat power of only 5 and they are afraid that they will be pushed by others God called.
"It doesn't matter if you don't have enough fighting power, not to mention-do you think they seem to communicate well?"
Murat flicked his lips, and a sudden and quick swearing flew over, his face filled with "come, fight a pain", "one hit into the soul", "coach, I want to play 10" Aunts will dance the log There must be a breeze.
"No problem, negotiation work is also part of the logistics department's business. Whether it is complaining or scolding, we have long been used to it."
Swallowing a spit, Parsifal responded flatly.
These words didn't even convince me, but just blurted out like that.
Because ~EbookFREE.me~ can only say that.
Unlike Roland, Kaspar, Tristan, they are the type of action for the ideal. Parsifal has been an inconspicuous existence since the military academy, but just wanted to do his best to complete the work assigned to him and spend every day in an ordinary way. Other than that, there is nothing that can be called ambitious ambition and goal.
Because of this, he felt he could not escape from his responsibility.
That's right, it's just a sense of responsibility.
"--Maybe, a guy like you can be out of the ground."
Facing Parsifal's back, Murat muttered strange words.
The closer to the front, the heavier the uneasy mood becomes, and the clenched fists can't stop shaking slightly.
(Ah, I just said that, but I said it rightly...)
Enduring the bursts of pain in the temple, Parsifal asked himself. (To be continued...)