Orc Tyrant

22nd Era 25, 17 9th 11:21

They loaded weapon boxes in the harbor on the north bank of the Halic River, and the city of Cusconar sat across from the wide gray river.

The work is hard, but these imperial soldiers are all smiling.

After loading these, they will go to eat a meal, have a drink, and then set off for the port.

These metal boxes are weather-beaten, like a mouthful of coffins, filled with Dann 2221. This new rifle is the latest model improved by Dann Arsenal. It is also the world’s first-class rear-mounted rifle. Use these within two weeks.

The breeze blows along the river, with the smell of the sea and silt.

These soldiers were all from the 61st Company of the Antokas Third Guard Division, an ordinary infantry company. Some of the soldiers in it were veterans who had been fighting for many years, and most of them were newly recruited.

And Captain Locke must ensure that their morale is high.

"Is it green leather? How many green leathers will there be?"

Those recruits were always asking, they had heard of Green Leather, and he promised that it would not be Green Leather.

"This is an exercise,"

Locke answered.

"It's a show of military power. This is the empire's activities, showing our strength to those Xiaoxiao and traitors."

Of course Locke is blinding them.

He lit a cigarette, stood in the shade of the tree, and took a sip. He opened the neckline of his dark gray military uniform to dry the sweat on his collarbone.

Locke has a good relationship with his regimental commander, and his regimental commander also trusts him. He also has friends in the ninth company of the Royal First Army Division. This is partly due to the goodwill attitude of the other party and his fellow countrymen.

His court friend said that "Ok is not just a threat on paper", and he said that this time "it is very likely to be a clean-up operation of the Aswan area."

Locke thinks this is a stupid statement!

Bastard greenskins, trash animals, breed on the edge of the empire, and muster the courage to harass the empire. It's not **** on paper.

That’s why you have to take the entire **** third garrison, and the entire **** seventh garrison, and all the imperial troops, and throw all the troops you can get to Aswan. Go without a bastard.

Thankfully, the empire needs to use an army that can kill a kingdom to level out the garbage breeding ground, kill them before they kill you, and kill their barbaric empire! Kill them all!

When they hang up, no more, goodbye, you can breathe a sigh of relief, there is no more threat, whether it's on his mother's paper or not.

We need to use an army that has never appeared since the Great Western Conquest, except for the Battle of Drekasu, a whole ten of the empire’s most elite divisions, and use it to poke into that rotten green heart and smelly green brain. , And in his mother's green spine, the green-skin base area was completely endorsed.

This is Captain Locke's personal opinion.

Seeing that the company chief had smoked, the soldiers slowed down their work, and their arms were a little sore.

Rennes is the youngest. He is too tender. He was urgently drafted into the army just a week ago.

He seemed to have been promised that he could have an hour before leaving in the evening to say goodbye to his six-week-old wife. He couldn't bear the idea of ​​not seeing her, and he gradually doubted that it was an empty promise.

Irene was waiting for him at a public dock across the river, waiting for him to wave behind the railing of the ferry boat.

He didn't want to let her down, she would wait there all night, in case he was just late, the sky would turn black, the factory chimney would cast a tawny shining reflection on the black river, and she would be cold.

This thought gave him a heartache.

"Stand up the collar!"

Little Kraft twisted his ears and smashed him into immersion. Little Kraft was just his name. In fact, he was quite old and he was a veteran.

"Work under the strong wind with the collar open."

He rebuked:

"It'll get frostbite, kid! Put on a hat, stand up your collar, even if you sweat, you don't want frostbite, believe me, it's definitely more uncomfortable than seeing your wife cheating."

22nd Era 25, 17 9th 12:12

Shuike owns a piece of land at the mouth of the Halic River.

This about ten acres of fertile land has fertile black alluvial soil. The land is allocated according to the number of years of service. Shuai has overcome the service. The yellowed notebook lying on the bottom of a certain drawer in the warehouse can prove the actual service. Years, marching with the banner of the empire.

Shuike was once an imperial soldier.

He served for eighteen years and retired after the battle in Retino Ricum. At that time, he was called "Good Soldier Shuike". He received a medal, ribbon of honor, and an official seal in the record book. And was allocated land proportional to the number of years of service.

This is a last resort of the empire. There are not many gold coins in the emperor’s treasury. He can’t pay so many soldiers’ retirement fees. He can only use the royal hunting grounds and gardens in the past as rewards to rewarded veterans. A blessing that only the lucky few can get.

But Shuike happens to be one of them.

However, the administrative department did not bear his travel and moving expenses, and Shuike could only arrive with hundreds of future neighbors. When he set foot on this land, people had simply called him "Shuaike". "Now, only those who see the dim tattoos on his left arm will know his past as a soldier.

The new electric lights light up the prosperous city of Cuscona and the Canberra fortress. The upper reaches of the forest were severely deforested, causing the river to continuously wash the lower layer of soil, and therefore the estuary was covered with a thick layer of black. Silt, which makes the river bank one of the most fertile land near Cuscona.

This is a good place, the damp air always smells of beets and cabbage.

Shuike has no wife now, and he works hard.

He planted large tracts of gorgeous flowers to decorate the upper-class halls and robes of the city of Cusco, and planted flax for the local textile industry when the season changed.

Both require temporary labor. Shuike often hires young children from nearby families, girls pick and pack flowers, and boys harvest flax.

On the thin chain on Orr's neck hung a Kaimon Protestant emblem, which was a gift from his first wife, who died before they knew her, and he joined the imperial army.

This emblem, as well as his faith, is one of the reasons why he came to Cuscona, and he felt that faith is easier to survive in this place.

At least, it should be like this.

Some of his neighbors, those neighbors with whom he had been with him for ten years and whose children were hired by him, often laughed at him for his faith, and they called him "Protestant Shuike".

Others went with him to the small church on the edge of the field to pray.

It is the season of flax, men and boys are working in the fields, and they will have to work hard for two more weeks.

Today, there are many ships drifting across the coastline. Armored ships, troop carriers, and supply ships. Shuike squinted his eyes to the sun. He can recognize them. Whether he is a farmer or a believer, he is still an empire in his heart. soldier.

He can recognize them.

He had a feeling from the past, which reminded him of the rifle hanging above the fireplace.

Three more complete!