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Half an hour ago, Clayton Bello returned to the Big Tree House Tavern after a long absence.

The owner of this tavern is a retired soldier. Out of love for his career, active-duty soldiers and veterans can get preferential treatment in the price of drinks here. As a result, a group of men with military experience gather here to drink all day long.

Except for the religious fanatics from the Salvation Army who come to the pub to preach, anyone who can shoot is welcome here. It can be called a club.

Clayton used to come here often, and it was here that he met Bruno and some other friends.

And because he has some spare money, he is generous, he has won some honors in the military, and he is handsome and charming. These small advantages make him somewhat famous here, and other regulars like him.

However, as soon as he arrived at the store today, all the drinkers looked at him and smiled.

"Clayton, you changed your hairstyle. Did you know you were in a book?" someone asked.

Clayton looked at him in surprise.

Someone stood up and read something he didn't know where to read: "There are two types of commanders in the cavalry. One kind likes to brainstorm ideas and delegate power to others, and the other is arbitrary and does not tolerate any opinions." His words were not heard. After saying that, he was pulled down by his companion next to him.

Another man was laughing so hard that he was out of breath, but he still insisted on saying something that he didn't know the meaning of: "A good hussar should not live to be thirty years old, but he has survived to this day."

A voice came from the other side of the room: "We can find from the frequency of recruiting soldiers for this unit that it has actually participated in only a handful of battles. Its greatest achievement may be protecting logistics."

Clayton hesitated for a moment, then squeezed through the crowded rows of tables and chairs and walked quickly inside. However, the further inside, the weirder these acquaintances behaved, their heads turning with him like sunflowers facing the sun. There was a cheerful smile on every face, as if there was a kind of joyful magic controlling them.

This is really evil, Clayton muttered worriedly in his heart. His body tensed and he was wary of his surroundings. He once again suspected that Chud Osmar's death curse had affected him.

But he fulfilled this old guy’s last wish last night! Why is this happening?

He walked all the way to the counter. The bartender put down the book covering his face and turned around on the table to show him.

Clayton had to take off his sunglasses briefly to read the words above. Everyone else looked over, as if expecting him to express his thoughts after reading.

This turned out to be a newly published military science book that mentioned his name and used two full pages to criticize him as a negative example.

The problems include what those people mentioned just now.

The author first praised dictatorship in the cavalry as a good command method, and then turned to criticize Creighton, saying that although he was a dictator, he was a cowardly dictator because his troops went to so many battlefields. However, compared to other cavalry units, there were very few reductions. It was obviously due to his cowardice as a commander, and he did not deserve the royal commendation at all.

The book also comes with a detailed data chart comparing the vacancies of different troops, which looks decent.

Seeing this, Clayton couldn't help but yelled: "Absurd!"

He is huge and heavy, and he is indeed not a very talented rider, and everyone knows this. But every time he went into battle, he took the lead and looked at the backs of his subordinates when retreating. No cavalryman under him would call him a coward.

As for the secret of his frequent participation in combat operations but very few attrition, it is naturally because other cavalry units are in a mess.

Contrary to the Tauntons, in Dorne's tactical system, the cavalry was only a vassal of the infantry, and no one knew how to train the cavalry. All the army commanders did was to put people with riding experience into the cavalry.

Clayton just tried his best in this regard, but unexpectedly it became his own evidence.

Despite the laughter of the people around him, he suppressed his anger and continued to read.

Then, the author mentioned that Creighton Bello's dereliction of duty was undoubtedly the marshal's dereliction of duty. Recruiting an atheist into the cavalry force would naturally lead to such a failure, because the lack of faith will make people more afraid of death. And it also prevents the soldiers from working together - in the past, the hussars only recruited White believers. This is the tradition of the cavalry. Even if it needs to be changed, it should set up another army to include all atheists, and should not compete with theists. Mixed living.

This paragraph cannot be said to be completely wrong. The Cavalry does have such a tradition, but it only makes exceptions in special circumstances.

Clayton continued to look down.

Below is another statement to smear him.

"In order to write a rigorous book, the author also interviewed Clayton Bello's former superior, Colonel Maxine. This person commented on Clayton that he was 'very good looking', which shows that he actually has no real talent or learning. , otherwise even if it is to maintain the honor of the army, his superiors should mention his military talents. "

Clayton was relieved when he saw Colonel Maxine's name.

Creighton once had the experience of commanding three hundred men. It was thanks to Colonel Maxine that he gave him the power to command other troops. However, it would be a big mistake for onlookers to think that Colonel Maxine was his benefactor.

While Creighton led three hundred soldiers to fight the Towtons, Colonel Maxine was on vacation in the country.

In the military reforms at the end of the war, Colonel Maxine was also one of the honorable retirees - because his rank was bought.

"That bastard wrote this book?!" He waved the book, which was originally a venting question. After all, the author's name, Henry Motto, was written on the cover. Unexpectedly, there was actually a drunk and unconscious man being picked up by the people next to him.

"This is the author." The person next to him said proudly.

"He came in with his book and wanted to prove how much he knew about military affairs. He also wanted to ask us some questions so that he could continue to study the Loren War, but he was so arrogant that he would refute anything we said. So we tried to find a way I made him drunk, and I planned to throw him outside the door later to treat him, but I didn’t expect you to come today. Then we will leave him to you.”

Looking at the drunken scholar, Clayton clenched his fists for a moment and then released them.

After all, beating an unconscious person is outrageous.

He looked for the business card in Henry Motto's pocket, intending to know his address first and settle the score with him later.

Unexpectedly, the drunk man suddenly woke up and grabbed his arm: "Little thief, Hiccup, put your hand down."

Clayton withdrew his hand and said with an unkind expression: "I am not a little thief, I am the person you slandered. Clayton Bello, do you still remember this name?"

"Creton? I didn't slander anyone." The scholar seemed to be breathing gaseous beer, and his whole body was full of smell. He shook his head, sat back on the chair, and knocked heavily on the table, almost knocking over all the drinks and food on it. His funny behavior made the people around him burst into laughter again.

However, the drunkard's next words silenced the soldiers in the tavern.

"You are not fighting this battle well, and you are all afraid of death! Otherwise, we can win, we can really win." He waved his arms like a fanatical orator, but he forgot that he was sitting down, and this action Hit the person next to him on the head.

The smiles disappeared from the soldiers' faces.

Yes, the ending of the Roron War was not a great victory as the civilians said, because the Taunton people also thought it was their victory.

As we all know, a war cannot have two victors at the same time.

Even the soldiers who participated in the war did not know who the real winner of this war was. They only knew that one day suddenly, news came out that the two countries were going to have peace talks, and then the superiors quickly finalized the outcome of the peace. But they didn't know which side proposed the peace talks first, just like they didn't know the cause of the war.

But it was impossible for them to admit that they lost. No one was willing to admit that after paying so many lives, they still got an ambiguous ending.

"What do you mean we didn't fight well?" A soldier who had participated in the war stood up angrily next to the scholar. His right trouser leg was empty: "We sacrificed 300,000 people, I sacrificed a leg myself, and you They will only judge us from behind in safety!”

"Is three hundred thousand a lot?" the scholar asked drunkenly while sobbing. "The number of patriotic workers who sacrifice their lives for industrial development in our country every year is more than three hundred thousand. It took you several years to kill so many people." , you simply - you are sorry for the efforts of the patriotic workers, you are not worthy to compare with them, and you are also sorry for our expectations of you."

"I'll fuck your mother!"

His words were drowned out by a roof-shaking roar. More than one person was shouting.

The next moment, the entire Big Tree House Tavern was in a commotion. The veterans who had participated in the war stopped drinking. They knocked aside the tables and chairs and rushed over. They ignored the bottles and plates and smashed them into pieces on the ground. People who were close to them grabbed them. The scholar was slapped hard in the face, and even those who were far away would stretch out their legs to kick him twice. Clayton Bello, who first came to question him, became an outsider.

The former lieutenant actually wanted to take action against this bastard, but after seeing the behavior of other friends, he felt that there was no difference between him and himself.

If he took action, he might beat this Henry Motto to death. It was just right for ordinary people to take action.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

A scolding came from the door. A handsome young soldier stood there and glared at them. His left hand was on the hilt of his sword. The retired soldiers turned around and were shocked by his clothes. All movements stopped. down.

His face was unfamiliar, he must be an officer from out of town, and there were stars and crowns on the collar of his dark blue boat coat, which showed that he was a captain.

Such a young captain must be a nobleman.

Clayton stepped forward and told the captain what scholar Henry Motto had just said.

Either they continue to fight Henry Motto, or he is just unlucky and they have to let him go. Everyone thought so, but the young captain's answer still surprised them.

"Is what he said wrong?" the captain asked coldly these soldiers who had more or less permanent scars on their bodies.

He was tall and straight, which made them look ugly and short. His status as an active-duty officer also gave him more say than these retired soldiers.

Several retired soldiers felt aggrieved. They wanted to speak up to defend themselves, but he pushed them back.

"You participated in the war and paid a lot, but this doesn't mean anything. You didn't let the Taunton people suffer enough. Now they dare to claim to the civilians of their own country that they won the Luolun War. This is yours. wrong!"

He came to a conclusion forcefully and unreasonably.

"What about you? Didn't you participate in the war? You were not old enough to go to the battlefield at that time, right?" Clayton took a step forward and asked back with the same cold tone.

He was wider and taller than the captain, who was as arrogant as he was fearless.

"I didn't participate in the war, but that's because I haven't left the Royal Military Academy. If I had participated in the war, I would have been able to discipline you bunch of trash who only know how to live in taverns all day long and bully civilians. The outcome of the war Maybe it’s different.”

"At that time, many senior officers' military positions were bought because of their incompetence." Creighton said seriously: "If you want to criticize, you should criticize those in high positions for allowing such a phenomenon, not the military." A humble soldier."

He had to fight for justice for these friends, which was also fighting for justice for himself.

But the captain did not change his attitude: "As far as I know, the military reform ended before the end of the war. Those people left the army voluntarily or involuntarily, and a new group of officers were promoted, but you did not In the past year, the situation has been restored, and it was only a draw with the Taunton people. "

Hearing this, Clayton could no longer bear the insult. He sighed deeply and said, "Dare I ask your name?"

"George Silver," the captain said proudly.

Clayton didn't answer. He recalled the aristocratic friends he knew, but couldn't find any similar surnames, so he laughed happily.

"What, what do you want to say?" asked the captain.

Clayton smiled even brighter: "I know now that you are not the same race as my friend. In this way, I don't have to apologize to anyone if I kill you."

George Silver put his hand on the hilt of the sword again: "You want to attack an active officer? I can execute you now."

Clayton answered him: "No, it's not an attack, it's a fair and just duel."

After saying that, Clayton turned back to the counter and shouted: "Boss, do you have any weapons?"

There was almost no need to wait. A flintlock gun and a long sword were immediately thrown over from behind the counter, and he caught them in his hands. The soldiers around him looked at him with burning eyes, impressed by such heroic spirit.

Seeing his skillful move, George Silver hesitated.

"Choose your fucking weapon, kid!"

Seeing his hesitation, Clayton Bello changed his attitude. While speaking viciously to the young officer in front of him, he slapped his sword and pistol on the table together, making a loud noise.

"Choose a way to die. Don't tell me that I asked you to use an unfamiliar weapon. You also wear a sword and a gun!"

George almost seemed to agree, but he thought of something again and refused with great reluctance: "No, I can't duel with you, not because I'm timid, but because I have to continue riding to other cities to replace him." Send a confidential message."

He was afraid that others would say he was cowardly, so he added an explanation: "I don't mean that I will lose. On the contrary, I believe that you will die. But since I have undertaken such a task, I must deliver the message. Even with you There is only a one in 10,000 chance of failure in a duel, and I shouldn’t let this one in 10,000 chance exist.”

"Is this an army secret?" Clayton asked.

George shook his head: "It's just a private secret, but I also need to keep my word."

Creighton had a little more respect for him: "Okay, you can tell me this confidential news. I swear on my name, Creighton Bello, that I will not let this news get out, and I will deliver this news on time." service."

"Clayton Bello" George Silver also recalled it, a little embarrassed: "But you are a nobody, and you really can't prove anything in your name."

This comment made Clayton throw away his previous respect.

The already boiling wolf blood could no longer be suppressed, and he waved his hand violently: "Everyone here is the notary of our duel. If I can't do it, I will be despised in this city, my reputation will be ruined, and I will not be tolerated." My relatives and friends!”

All the soldiers stood up straight and cheered for him.

Seeing his determination and the solemnity of the soldiers, George Silver finally put aside his arrogance and nodded solemnly.

The two wrote suicide notes in the presence of everyone.

Then George whispered the secret in Clayton's ear, and the person who was to accept it, and then the two walked out of the room and raised their swords at the same time from a distance.

"What a pity." George looked at Clayton and said regretfully: "If you didn't know this secret, even if it was a duel, I would be merciful, but now I have to kill you to keep it secret."

Clayton was furious: "I swear on my name, I will definitely kill you, and then help you bring the news!"