The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

The fresh morning wind lifted the curtains and slipped into the bedroom of a newlyweds, blowing away the still-pink air.

Carl was woken by the cool breeze, he rolled over and found himself alone on the bed, and then he heard noises in the kitchen downstairs.

He sat leaning against the bedside, took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside table beside him, and put it in his mouth. The thumb and forefinger of his right hand pinched each other and lit a small flame to light the cigarette.

As soon as he exhaled the cigarette, he suddenly felt that the whole world had become better.

It was not in vain that he decisively ran hundreds of kilometers from Osmanthus City to the town where his hometown was, and finally caught up with the wedding at the last moment.

All the cars he encountered along the way were requisitioned by the military, and because of this, he couldn't even hitch a ride on the way. Vehicles for military missions were prohibited from taking unrelated personnel.

While smoking a cigarette, he thought about taking his new wife to the place where he works to start a new life after the marriage leave is over.

The landlord has already agreed that the facade on the first floor will be rented to them later.

In the workshop where he worked, many bachelors used dry food such as bread or steamed buns and a can of juice to solve the problem of lunch at noon, and went to eat a good meal after get off work in the evening.

His wife's skills in the kitchen are still good. When the time comes to open a shop and learn from the human side to make a roujiamo and juice set, the business should be good. Otherwise, make a rice ball with sticky rice, sausage and mung bean puree, and it is estimated that some elves will like it.

In a few years, they will have a child, and the education level in the city where he works is still higher than that in his hometown.

A sudden knock on the door sounded hurriedly, interrupting Carl's reverie about the future.

He put on his clothes and went downstairs to find the town mayor and an officer from the local garrison visiting.

"What's the matter?" Carl asked.

Marian, the wife standing by the door, turned around and said to her husband, "I'll help you pack your bags" and went upstairs.

The mayor knew this topical figure who ran all the way back to hold the wedding not long ago, he apologized and handed a roll of parchment dyed red to Carl, "I'm sorry to disturb your newlywed life, But the country needs you now."

Carl solemnly took the call-up order from the mayor with both hands, and said, "I will report on time."

The time for the temporarily recruited militiamen in the town was twelve noon, and Karl, carrying the backpack prepared by his wife, arrived at the assembly place outside the town five minutes before the deadline.

The assembled carriages were lined up in several rows, and the militiamen who were called in were saying goodbye to their relatives who came to see them off.

He handed the roll of red parchment to the officer in charge of registration, and the officer whistled, "Little brother, your feet are shaking so badly, are you alright?"

Carl smirked "hehe", then signed his name on the report sheet.

As soon as he signed, he was slapped on the back of the head.

Carl turned away angrily, but died on the spot when he saw his attacker.

"Mom, why are you here?" Carl shrank his neck.

Carl's mother stuffed a bag full of jerky into her son's hand, and while helping Carl tidy up the neckline and the corners of his clothes, she said, "Take it, share it with everyone on the road, and sometimes we help each other out. You can get through a lot of hardships. Don't worry about things at home."

"Understood." Carl replied, "This time we are just helping to transport things, not the front line."

A "pop" sounded on Carl's forehead, his mother withdrew her finger and said seriously: "When you go to the battlefield, don't underestimate the enemy, you mother and I received a delivery when I was an adventurer when I was young. As a result, I was surrounded by a large group of wolves. Later, if the knight named Arturia happened to pass by, your mother and I would have become wolf dung, and there would be a fool like you. "

The whistle of the assembly soon sounded. Like many militiamen around, Carl bid farewell to his relatives. After the assembly, he boarded the carriage, and then set off for the distance under the watch of his relatives.

The convoy arrived outside Osmanthus City just after nightfall. At this time, it had become a huge military camp, where troops and supplies from the railway were constantly assembled, and then carriages from all directions transported them to the south.

Carl took his own call-up order to inquire all the way, and finally came to a small camp.

After confirming Carl's identity, the officer in charge of the place said to him: "You take a rest, go to dinner first, is it okay to leave in the middle of the night?"

Carl said no problem, he fell asleep on the way just now.

"Huh, Carl?"

"Ah, Gottlieb!"

Carl met his co-worker in the workshop when he was cooking.

"Half of the brothers in our workshop have been recruited," Gottlieb said while eating. "They've all set off, and we probably will too."

"I heard just now that I was leaving in the middle of the night." Carl said while eating.

"It may be earlier, it may be later," Gottlieb said. "Some units will let us go ahead and prepare early."

In the end, Gottlieb got it right this time. They had just finished eating when an officer from a team that was going south came here to lead them.

All kinds of professional and technical personnel gathered in this camp are temporarily recruited, and they will be strengthened into various teams.

Carl, Gottlieb, and the two veterinarians followed the officer to a detachment of about three thousand elves that was about to leave in the middle of the night. This detachment strengthened a ballista brigade, with fifty ballistas and ten logistical carriages in the brigade. Carl and Gottlieb were tasked with participating in the maintenance of these ballistas.

The captain of the Ballista Brigade handed two cigarettes to Karl and Gottlieb, "I'll trouble you two this time."

"That's what we should do." Carl took the cigarette and put it in his ear. "Let's check the chassis and axles of the car before we leave. We can check the ballista on the way."

The team leader was naturally happy, and he immediately arranged for the maintenance personnel of each car to cooperate with the experts to inspect the car.

Carl came to the logistics vehicle and put his luggage away. After picking up a maintenance kit, he began to check the ballista that was about to be launched under the leadership of a logistics officer.

After inspecting a car's steel chassis, axles, front-wheel steering and brakes, Carl drilled under the car.

"Dude, our car is well maintained." The captain handed Carl a cigarette.

Carl took the cigarette and clipped it to the other ear, and said at the same time: "It's basically no problem, but I recommend some oil on the bearings and brake rods before starting."

"No problem." The captain greeted the crew members and began to oil the car.

Carl and Gottlieb spent three hours inspecting the chassis of all the ballistas and trucks in the ballista team. The cars were in good condition, except for two cars that needed to be replaced with some badly worn bearings just in case. It's a matter of fueling the vehicle.

The two who were busy finally had time to smoke a cigarette by the side, and they got a lot of cigarettes along the way. Because they don't smoke during work~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They only have time to smoke now.

"You two have worked hard." The captain appeared again, this time he brought two cans of drinks, "This batch of cars is not bad, and there are not as many problems as before."

"Yeah." Gottlieb agreed, "This model of car uses a lot of new technology."

Then he pointed to Carl beside him, "He invented that new braking system."

"Oh?" The captain looked at Karl in surprise. He knew that the two were technicians in the car production workshop, but he didn't expect that the younger looking one was still a big technical expert.

"It's nothing," Carl said with a smile. "If I can make a horse-free car, then I'll be in the history books."

"It's not impossible." The captain said thoughtfully, "We heard that a power company is being built there when we passed by Hecheng. Maybe there is something good there."

Carl and Gottlieb remembered the message immediately.