I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

"The captain is the most handsome!"

What could be more refreshing than a refreshing cold ale after a long day in the clouds?

Especially in areas that already lack water resources, this kind of alcoholic beverages transported through external channels is undoubtedly a commodity in short supply.

The team members immediately clamored, cheering up and fighting for the glass of malt wine.

Taking advantage of the noise of the team members, the team leader, who seemed to strictly abide by the rules but was considerate, raised his head and swept towards the big tent not far away intentionally or unintentionally.

More than ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye under the encouragement of looking forward to plum blossoms and quenching thirst. Everyone who ushered in the change of shift breathed a sigh of relief, talking and laughing, and walked towards the only bar that was still open in the area.

There are not a few rebel soldiers and generals who have similar actions and plans to this team, and they gather in groups towards the bar.

During this period, it is inevitable to bump into acquaintances, and people frequently greet fellow villagers and friends.

A cadre who had just walked out of the big tent tried to look around, and finally found the team leader in charge of security patrols in the area of ​​​​their big tent among the crowd: "Hey! Your team is also here to drink!"

"Of course it is! After patrolling for a long time, people were almost cooked!" The team leader echoed the cadre who had just walked out of the big tent.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes were closed after touching each other.

479. Hydra's Bite (Part 2)

The soldiers and cadres of the rebel army walked down the stairs talking and laughing, and only then did they officially enter the territory that belonged to this bar.

The bar was noisy and chaotic, but the dark cellar was at least cooler than the heat outside the house.

As the only bar still in operation here, the tavern with rebel soldiers as customers has never been short of business.

Long before this group of guests who had just entered the door, there were already several tables of drunken drinkers sitting in the bar.

These small cadres got together in twos and threes, and got drunk before nightfall.

The blushing faces of each one and the louder and louder voices showed their true state at the moment.

There were still a few tables of guests who maintained relative restraint and did not join in the carnival of booze, but there was no shortage of toasting.

Seeing this group of people coming down the stairs, occasionally acquaintances or comrades-in-arms greeted them loudly.

"I thought you wouldn't come this week! It's almost night and I haven't seen anyone!"

The drinker of the wine glass called his friend face-to-face hoarsely, as if he was afraid that some people would not hear him.

The squad leader who took on the patrol task shrugged helplessly, turned his head and told the bartender who was waiting for everyone in front of the bar: "Isn't this the end of the patrol! The old rules."

The patrol captain, who seemed to be very popular, was half leaning on the bar counter and waiting for the drink to be served, while casually scanning the guests in the bar.

Suddenly his pupils contracted slightly, but no one noticed this fleeting detail in the dim and noisy environment and atmosphere.

Maintaining a calm and calm demeanor, the patrol captain of the camp did not even change his expression at all, and looked at a table intently.

In the corner closest to the corner, the light became increasingly dimmer, unlike other walls surrounded by wall lamps and oil lamps for illumination, the shadow covered most of the area of ​​the table.

Only a few people could be vaguely seen talking and drinking, and three soldiers dressed in rebel uniforms were sitting with their backs to the bar, with their feet on the table in a rather uneducated way.

The remaining few people are in the blind angle of sight and light source, and it is difficult to see their faces clearly. Only through the vague movement of people can they recognize that there are still people in the shadows.

It seems that they should be the same as the other guests in the bar, and they are all members of the militia organization.

This is also a matter of course. Being in the hinterland of the rebel base camp, it is hard to imagine that there will be other people entering and leaving this place.

There is nothing out of the ordinary or something that would make one think something is wrong. Even from the subconscious level, they are so boring and common that people want to ignore them directly.

But the patrol captain still noticed one thing, and it was precisely because of this that he focused his attention on that table.

There is a palm with letters printed on each knuckle, tapping the table one after another in the dim yellow but barely visible corner of the table.

[Is it already in place? 】The patrol captain, who didn't keep paying attention to this, was calculating the time in his mind, and intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the cadre member who walked into the bar with him.

The eyes of the two sides made slight contact, and the cadre of the rebel army who was choosing a drink didn't turn his head to investigate, as if he didn't notice the surrounding situation, he ordered the drink calmly.

But in a moment, the clear and scum-free wine was poured out from the solid oak barrel.

The soldiers, who were almost looking forward to this, hurriedly picked up the already full glasses from the tray delivered to the table by the bartender.

"Google! Google!"

For a moment, there were only dense and deep swallowing sounds in the long and narrow front of the bar.

On a hot summer day, when the back is soaked in sweat, a glass of refreshing malt wine is a rare gift and reward for many people.

"Phew! It's really enjoyable to have a glass of malt wine after the changing of the guard." After drinking a large glass of wine, the patrol captain couldn't help showing a comfortable expression.

He shook his empty wine glass towards his companions, expressing his wishes: "Today, you have worked hard as always, so be sure to drink to your heart's content."

This behavior immediately received the response and strong support of the team members.

Whistles and applause sounded alternately, gradually igniting the atmosphere.

People came one after another to fill up the bar and the square tables. The cadre member who entered the bar together with everyone pointed to the seat beside him and asked:

"Save a few vacancies for me, and I have made an appointment with two other companions."

Sure enough, after a while, several people came down the stairs and looked around the bar, as if they were looking for someone.

"Hey! Here! How did you come here?" Seeing that the person he was dating finally entered the game, the rebel cadre who had been waiting for a long time had a sincere and kind smile on his face, and waved to the other party.

Squeezing past a few soldiers who were drinking at the bar, the cadre who had just escaped from the big tent breathed a sigh of relief: "The cadres of the Revolutionary Army and the leader of Kosha are deploying the next stage of the defense plan. Let's go, how dare I take time out to drink?"

Regarding this news, the members of Hydra who are well versed in routines did not bother to ask, but casually insinuated: "That big bear really helped us a lot."

The information is only secondary, and the goal of their trip is the cadre himself—Kebi. As one of the veteran members of the original sand group, Kou Sha held high the banner of anti-king this time, and these old brothers naturally echoed.

Suffering from the devastation and torture caused by the lack of water, more and more civilians and militiamen flocked to join the rebel army.

The number of people has also expanded from a few thousand to nearly ten thousand at the beginning to more than one hundred thousand today.

And this young man who obeyed Kosha's orders since childhood also became the right-hand man of the rebel leader.

"That's not true, but Kosha also told everyone that you can't trust the Revolutionary Army." The young man named Kebi wiped off the windshield hanging from his forehead, picked up his glass and drank it down .

Kaibi was never wary of this old friend who invited him to drink. Years of friendship have already proved the reliability of the other party.

"Don't think about these troubles, drink! Drink!" The patrol captain with sharp eyes snapped his fingers to call the bartender, and filled Kebi again.

After drinking for three rounds, the cadres who put down their bodies and a large group of soldiers surrounded by themselves began to drink, chat, and talk about the mountains while talking and laughing.

Xu Shi gradually eliminated the sense of estrangement between each other during the drink, and a soldier asked curiously: