From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

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There are a few things that have never happened in the 7th Infantry.

One is a soldier who trains.

There are senior soldiers who bow and wither like diseased chickens every day, or harass their successors.

It never looked like this.

Bam!

Lardass!

Digo raises his shield and raises his spear forward.

As a result, sweat spread to the floor.

A defensive and offensive base.

‘I had a gift in the first place. ’

Digo is stronger than the others.

It's a natural business.

He didn't even eat it all the time, but he didn't have the strength to eat some meat for a few days.

‘It's natural. ’

Not to mention the axe.

Tsk, tsk!

With a few axes in the air, I can see how this son of a bitch has a gap between a common soldier and a common soldier.

If I had seen a Dowager or a Caucasian leader in the first battle, I would have snatched it away.

The pole is great.If you save the length of a natural arm, it will show you better combat power than you think.

‘You just need to eat more and be stronger. ’

I'm still young and have no muscle attachment to my body.

All you have to do is fix that part.

Instinctively, I plotted the direction in which the team would grow.

It's because I've had a long life as a mercenary and have taken care of people around me.

I looked up and saw among the soldiers who became spectators.

It was those who put their shoulders together that caught my eye.

The first thing I noticed was Fedel.

He's staring at us with his eyes sparkling.

Fedel's reaction was expected.

He is a few Dozens who want to move forward rather than give up.

Others caught the eye of those with the rest of the views.

Some glow, and some look pathetic.

But overall, the atmosphere was the same.

Finding out who did this, he looks a little surprised.

I folded my arms and faced them face to face.

What do you think? You want in?

I said that with my own eyes.

A man with a little head can change his mind.

What I'm about to throw is a very small one.

But the most important baby didn't come out.

The depression commander from the ship.

I looked at Canneruck's barracks.

I wasn't the one who opened that door.

Forced to move is meaningless.

There were two groups who saw the situation.

The Dowager Commander in charge of one organization.

And the soldiers below.

Soldiers wet on Mars, most of them think they've given up.

That's why it's good to plant new concepts.

"Digo, where did you get that?"

A barracks soldier next to him who is confident in his own strength.

He showed interest.

“I made it.”

"Hey, stick. Did you plug that window in?"

“When you put out your spear, you have to push harder. ”

Soldiers are interested.

I let them go.

Grab each other's spears, talk to each other, and mix hands.

Like a rotten apple rotting away all the apples in a basket.

To change the mood, one person has to change.

What I changed was the mood of the scouts.

And what's changing now is the whole unit.

“You're doing something interesting. ”

Turning your head to the voice behind you, you see a soldier with red hair.

I don't think I can go back to my original outfit anymore.

How long will you impersonate a soldier?

Hülken Ludwig, the bastard of Earl Van Ludwig, and a man called Hülken the Head by slaughtering his brother Fuel.

“That's what's needed. ”

“Indeed.”

He nods and sticks close to me.

“How good is your Teen Captain Jill? ”

“Not bad. ”

Hot!

You hear the soldier's battle cry.

Where have you learned the spear before? The foam is not unusual.

“The Wild Dog case was fun. But you're raising that wolf pup? ”

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I stroked my chest.

I deliberately wore big clothes so that no ordinary person would notice.

I haven't been caught because I'm small yet and pumpkins aren't usually smart.

“I don't eat. ”

Whelken spoke.

I was curious about his intentions.

I wonder why I came here at this moment.

I know Wheelken.

Only in books, history, and the stories of the rich.

This is the first time I've seen a live wheelchair.

The wheelchair you saw in person is neither stupider nor dumber than you think.

And it didn't even look like a killer.

There is a way to save the 7th Infantry.

Clearly, there are eyes that see some degree of flow.

According to Lynd's assessment in his past life, it was definitely intentional for him to kill his brother.

‘I wonder why. ’

If this happens, the 7th Infantry will be wiped out. That's a fact.

But it's an invisible future in the position of a terminal soldier.

At least the commander, what can be seen in a position to know the history.

“Kill the Canneruck. ”

It's huge.

He gave me a surprised look.

My acting is always the best.

Just shake your eyebrows and keep your eyes wide open.

It's not that surprising.

The 7th infantry's biggest problem is its commander.

If the Canneruck dies, Van Ludwig will also appoint a new commander here.

‘Fedel could go up there. ’

Anyway, there is a better chance than now.

I look at Whelken and I blink as if I know nothing.

"That look, it's not that funny."

Wheelken says so and walks away volatile.

I instinctively felt "power" in Hülken.

Wheelken should be 25 by now.

I saw overlapping images of the man who killed me in my past life.

Not because they look alike.

It was because I felt that dizzy.

Power seen only by a select few.

I felt my instincts and instincts were the same for Whelken.

Looking at the distant wheelchair, I shake my head to the left and to the right.

Killing Cannerucks is the quickest way.

However.

‘He has an inclination. ’

There's a reason this unit is maintained with such a bad attitude.

Fedel and his deputies follow him faithfully.

At least some of the Dozens have been following the Canneruck for a long time.

As soon as I kill Canneruck, I die.

It's the fastest, but it's also the worst.

‘Wheelken.’

What he told me, was malicious.

I couldn't tell if it was a favor or a favor.

Well, it's not the only way.

"Scouts, assemble."

Passion is vigorous.There is nothing more important than vigor in a small field.

This is the moment I learned to handle a weapon for about a day.

“It's a mission.”

That's what I said. I gathered it all up.

"In 40 minutes, gather after having your personal equipment and camping equipment."

I spoke loudly, and I also took a step.

It wasn't all ready yet.

I found the place where the thorns are.

‘It's time for the fruit to bloom. ’

This tree bears fruit in the fall.

Not a leaf grows, but only two fruits open a year.

‘There is one. ’

A fruit with brown skin, slightly larger than an apple.

You hung from a tree, avoiding sharp thorns.

I went up and grabbed the fruit and picked a smart and fruitful dagger.

And as you come downstairs, the approaching soldier picks up his pants to see if he's seen anything.

"Captain Chris, you can't eat anything just because you're hungry."

“I know. Me too. ”

Do you know who's stupid?

This fruit is famous for its many forms.

It's called Blind Pleasure.

It's a name that was blinded after two days when I fell down my throat.

Therefore, the blind in the first place are not afraid to eat their fruit.

It is said to have a very unique texture and taste.

Actually, it's just like a dull potato.

It doesn't taste very good. It tastes a little sweet.

“You'll go blind if you eat that. ”

"I know. Son of a bitch. Go on your way."

A woman's panties glance at me, and she walks towards the barracks.

I walk away and shout.

“You can't eat it! ”

Am I really that much of a worrier?

Or is that soldier very affectionate?

I think it's the latter.

They cannot be hated.

I flicked my finger and hit the fruit.

Exactly.

‘It's ripe. ’

I feel a moderate elasticity.

Standing there, I took out my knife and sheared it.

Square.

He dug the ground with his big paw so that it would never be torn off.

The flesh was cut into eight pieces.

I put it back on the white herb leaf and put some silk from the honey spider.

And then you wrap it up tight.

We're ready now.

"Back then, you saw seven prominently energized scouts.

"Then, let's go."

That's how you started your second reconnaissance mission.

After we left, the barracks were noisy.

Once a zipper fire is extinguished, for a while.

And in order for that fire to burn better, it needed a dry firewood.

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I had to walk as much as I could before sunset.

I led my troops on a swift march, like never before.

Divert greatly based on the map in your head.

“Stop.”

I raised my fist and sent out a call.

"Phew, why?"

Lind says, exhaling.

Like I said, vigilantes walk faster than ever before.

It can't talk and can't think.

Thanks to that, the motivation on the base remained strong.

I looked at the ground once, and I looked back once.

I see a feverish squad member.

A face filled with tension and excitement.

As the sun slowly begins to set, the color of the bright sunlight begins to turn red.

This is an opportunity.

What I found was a clumsy footprint.

This is close to the Gates, and we have enough hostiles to set up a perimeter.

It was a trail of rangers.

Though his combat strength may be, he is significantly lower than the scout he saw in the Wild Dog case.

The way he hid his tracks was too crude.

‘I'll take it from here. ’

This is probably the farthest reconnaissance area from Palmoon.

‘This should work. ’

I had a sudden thought, but the way to the supply corridor should be easy.

I took the joy out of the blind man I had made on the way out of my arms.

“Do you want something sweet? ”

My nose is sore at the end of the sentence.

“Yes!”

That's right. I ate a bit of black bread on my way here.

Without any room to catch the mole, I walked properly.

If the first day of walking was a warm-up, today we walked at the pace of a ranger.

Still, I'm not tired.

Even if one experience doesn't boost your health right away, it corrects your mental strength.

There is a recognition that it is tolerable to walk this much.

Enemies!

My snout put on first.

Digo and the axe put it in one mouth.

I swallowed it all at once.

Kwauk.

Once I chewed it, I felt the pulpy pulp, and the sweet taste was cooked and wrapped around my tongue.

At the same time, the herb's bitter taste is balanced.

It didn't melt right out of my mouth.

The joy of the blind is the joy of chewing, not the taste of it.

Sneaky.

After chewing a few times, I can even taste the chewy flavor.

Peek-a-boo.

Let's hand it over to the neck, and the nosebleed will taste better right next to it.

“Anything else? ”

"There isn't, and if you eat one more, it's really blind."

“Go back. ”

I followed the trail.

The colors of the sunset scatter and the darkness descends around it.

Looking up, you see the crescent.

And slowly, the surrounding area becomes blue.

I blinked a few times and tried to adjust to my vision.

“Huh?"

“What?”

“That's weird.”

“I see blue all around. ”

There was a small commotion.

The pleasure of the blind is poison.

However, adding a few medicines will give you a different ability in just one day.

If you stay in the dark long enough, your eyes will become compliant.

Maximize that power.

It is the eyes that look at the night, ignoring the darkness around them.

“Pretty cool, huh?"

When I opened my mouth and said it, I quickly realized it was all because of the fruit I had given.

“Just one day. We don't have the night. ”

Hook, hook!

The axe exhales.

All of this mysterious stuff shines and excites me.

“So what are you going to do with it? ”

Meanwhile, Lind knows exactly what's going on and asks.

Sometimes it gets too sharp. Son of a bitch.

You can see the boulder from afar.

I look good looking for rest while scouting.

“Stay low. ”

I let them all draw.

Falling on the short grass, I spoke clearly in everyone's ears.

“Enemies.”