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Chihuahua!
Baking meat fumes fill the sky.
You light a campfire around it, and everyone makes fun of you with their faces wide open.
“Excellent!”
“This tastes good! ”
Some even shed tears.
Is that so touching?
I sat down with my men and ate the meat quietly.
I put a well-baked liver in my arms and took the pumpkin's snack with me.
Four days old, he chews meat and rubs his cheeks in his arms.
Are you happy?
The smell of meat must be trembling around here.
I only focused on baking for a long time.
One cries, and the other is impressed and draws up a song.
“A man! Born! ”
He's wrong to go around acting like a bard.
Zec.
I felt popular behind me.
A man with a heavy knife scar on his face.
A red strap is drawn on the shoulder.
A familiar face.
“I'm Ralph. ”
Captain Ralph, the leader of the Fan Soldiers when he went to report reconnaissance to Captain Canneruck.
All Ralph's men are here, surround the perimeter.
As Digo and the axe react, they raise their hands on their shoulders, one by one.
It's time to let go of the hand and think about hitting it first.
Grass.
Ralph sat next to me and said,
“Thank you.”
Yeah? Yeah.
Ralph's soldiers also sit beside the axe and Digo.
The same is true everywhere else.
“Thanks to you. ”
Are you here to say hello?
Ralph looks up, and a soldier approaches me.
“I was rude the other day. ”
Reach your hands to the sides of your thighs and tighten your anus to open your mouth standing like a stick.
I couldn't find any previous touches.
Ralph is by your side.
"I heard you ran into your boss. Looks like Fedel gave me a good head start. I don't like that. You can beat him till he feels better. ”
The soldier who approached me stands nervous.
“That's enough.”
Good day. Do you have anything to do with the blood?
Or did you bring me those calculations?
“Huh-huh.”
Ralph laughs at you.
I don't think it's a calculation.
When I make eye contact, I smile really cool.
"Hahahaha. This guy's hot."
It didn't look like much.
If I didn't have better acting power than I did, I didn't seem to be the one planning the dirty work.
Ralph was in a mood.
Seeing where I had a drink and my face off, it seemed like he was excited to find me.
After looking at our troops for a long time, he suddenly raises his head and says.
“To the milkman! ”
Ouch. You bastard. I feel drunk, so I'll pay you back.
But were there any booze in the supplies?
My eyes widened around me.
Sitting there on one side, you see the seven infantry commanders whistling their leather barrels.
“Kaa!”
The barrel, no. The barrel. I take my mouth off it and burst my elasticity.
When I'm next to him, I swallow it deliciously enough to ask him to give me a glass.
You were drinking. I didn't check the supplies thoroughly.
I took out the groceries and left the rest in one corner.
I went to Canneruck and stopped looking around.
Twitch.
His shoulders widen slightly.
He reacted differently from the other soldiers.
He was neither amused nor excited.
Like a scorched iron, he blushes his face and puts an elongated soldier in his eyes.
Then he picked up an elongated barrel.
No one was there to open their mouths.
“Kuhahahaha!”
Some people suddenly change to a point of meat like Ralph laughing right next to him.
And there are those who don't.
Canneruck was like a man on the other side.
Someone stops you from seeing him for a long time.
It was just between Canneruck and me.
A soldier steps forward with a spear.
Seeing you walking, you seem to fall within ten steps, stumbling and rumbling.
“I've had a lot of drinks and a lot of weaklings. ”
Ralph said by his side.
The soldier staggers but does not stumble.
"Hey, you idiot. Sitting around eating meat. What are you doing?"
“Who tipped him off? ”
It's time two soldiers tried to stop him.
Bang!
Shoot the ground with the tip of a spear sack.
Then the soldier opened his mouth, shining his eyes.
I am drunk and will promise not to drink again in the morning.
“I am.”
I say a word, take a deep breath for a moment, and then I open my mouth again.
“You'll survive. ”
Peek-a-boo.
and collapses to the side. Bang!
A few soldiers approach you when you see him fall.
“Yes, you crazy bastard. ”
“You have to live. Are you trying to get yourself killed? ”
The soldier's horse is stuck in your ear.
I looked back at the canoe.
His hands were trembling more than ever.
“Pour! Eat! ”
“Let's live!”
“Let's kill them all! ”
A few drinks turned around, and everyone was running around like they were on drugs.
Well, it didn't seem like a big accident.
“That's enough. You guys."
All over the place, the captain captures a messy soldier and throws him into the barracks.
“Heheheh. Crazy people. ”
Ralph mutters at your side.
We eat well, tidy up what's left and return to the barracks.
It was the first time since the founding of the 7th Infantry that I ate this wacky during dinner.
“I'm going to die of sleep. ”
Lind said at night.
“Here we go!"
I'm too tired to close my eyes if I'm careless.
I feel like my head will fall off as soon as I touch it.
Heave!
I lay motionless on the pumpkin's head, its head sticking out of my chest.
Reveal.
As soon as I lay down, Digo snores.
"Son, do you sleep as soon as you get your head blown off?"
And when I close my eyes, I think of the soldiers who were laughing and chattering.
It was a lively dinner time.
No, it started before I got back.
I caught a spear for training, and now I'm motivated.
If it had been two days, I would have starved to death, but my enthusiasm would have faded, asking me what's going on with my appetite.
That evening, they formed the 7th Infantry and had the best meal.
The soldiers are overwhelmed.
Like the soldiers shouting, drunk in the middle, they are struggling to survive.
No commander would ever give up on something like this.
I can't give up.
I also felt something as soon as the soldiers went into a commotion, Ralph smiled down next to him, and the soldier bowed his head.
And the moment I heard the drunken soldier scream, my heart beat.
Canneruck, man. Wake up.
You set the board. Now you're done with the wedges.
I kept my mind clear of tomorrow's work.
I felt a soft and deep dive into the floor.
That night I slept until the sun came up.
No one has woken our men.
*
“Ahhhh.”
Wood Duck.
My body screams. I slept really well for a while.
When I woke up dazed, one or two of my men woke up.
“You awake?”
Lind wakes up first, opens the barracks door and says,
“Let's eat.”
As soon as I get up, I put the bowl out in front of my eyes.
It was meat stew.
It wasn't Stu who had dipped his pig claws for a while before.
A stew with meat floating around. A soup filled with grease.
“They say it's boiled because of the jerky, but it tastes good. ”
Lind wakes everyone up, speaking.
“Get up. Eat and grow. ”
"Ooh, yummy."
The snot opens its eyes halfway, teasing the spoon.
“It's the middle of the day. Lunch? ”
"No, what we did for breakfast, we left our share."
Weird kids.
I got up, went outside.
“Where are you going? ”
“I didn't report a scout. ”
Last night was a meat frenzy party.
There were traces of it everywhere.
Particularly soldiers rush to the pit for restless urination.
"Good morning? I'll see you soon."
I see Ralph, too. He looks at me and walks away, leaving a note behind.
It's been a long time since I've had too much oil in my stomach to scream.
I head for the barracks on Canneruck.
As I was about to enter, I heard a voice inside.
“We have enough supplies. When properly trained · · ·. ”
“I know, Fedel. I know. Stop talking. I think I'm gonna break my head. Were there any honey in the supplies? ”
I lifted the barrel and loosened the edible spider silk a little.
Beep. Honey water.
“This might be different. So far, so unlucky. ”
"Enough, Fedel."
“Mr. Canneruck. ”
The atmosphere seemed to sink rapidly.
When it became popular, Fedel came out.
“Chris.”
I'm overly welcome.
“I'm here for reconnaissance. ”
"Oh, that's me."
“I brought some honey water. ”
I was shaking the barrel while talking.
Reporting to Fedel is a waste to sell supplies here.
“Come in.”
You hear Canneruck's voice from inside.
Once inside, you see the canoe leaning against the Tent Column.
As you get closer, you reek of alcohol.
“I'm Chris, a scout. ”
“No one in the 7th Infantry knows you now. ”
Canneruck said.
I handed him the barrel without saying a word. The canoe that received it swallows a gulp in its mouth.
I'll have to clean my mouth hard later.
“Phuha. Good. ”
Do you have a clearer head?
In fact, the edible silk of a honey spider can clear blood.
The effects of hangovers on the intestines and blood vessels were okay.
“Report.”
He opened his mouth.
I took the barrel and opened my mouth.
"During a reconnaissance mission, I encountered and engaged an opponent scout half a day from the 7th Infantry camp. That leaves four enemy kills and no casualties to our allies."
“Hmm."
Canneruck lets out a short groan.
This is not the end.
"After identifying the enemy scout's route, trace back to find the enemy camp · ·."
“Who?”
Canneruck asked as he cut my horse.
"Me. After discovering the camp, I found the enemy supply lines after killing seven enemies, then I plundered and returned the two wagons that came at the dawn of time."
"So you killed eleven hostiles and stole two supply wagons and returned?"
Correct.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Me.”
If in doubt, ask my men.
Nothing to ask.
Yesterday, after eating meat and drinking alcohol, the popularity of our troops stabbed the sky in the chaos.
Everyone came up to us and asked us how we got it.
Thanks to you, everyone was busy talking about their action figures.
Lynd was also busy talking about his performance award for that moment.
The axe is the only thing that gets nosebleeds without words.
He cares too much for words.
The cranial pupils of the canoe staring at me flutter.
Seeing the complex emotions in his eyes, I turned my head.
Reporting is over.
When I came out, Fedel was waiting for me.
“Chris.”
"Well, what's your relationship attitude like after 10 years?"
“Did you check the supplies? ”
Fedel nods.
"Spears, armor, they're all great."
Quality is several times better than supplies received from allies.
That way you can train properly.
As long as the commander in there alone can dig up the past.
“Then work hard. ”
You leave Fedel and I head back to the barracks.
I thought about Canneruck.
Ronan also craves the baroness. He is disqualified from knighthood and falls into the abyss.
"Why?"
If I were the baron, I'd kill him with a dagger.
But the Canneruck is alive.
Because you're good? Maybe.
But that would be the Baron's knight.
Even if you are the best baron's knight.
If you join the Knights of the Earl of Van Ludwig's camp, you'll be lucky to do so in the middle.
I wondered why the baron kept Canneruck alive.
And I could hear the story of Fedel.
It's the tale of the Canneruck that brings misfortune everywhere.
The first Canneruck Fedel met was the man who killed five infantry soldiers in a heartbeat and saved his life.
He was a man who held a sword every morning and told himself he would always go back.
I drew a rough picture.
Baron was clearly the reason he saved his life.
It's about giving life more pain than death.
A hobby of making people obsessed. It's a hobby.
“Hey."
A red-haired soldier approaches from afar and greets you.
Hulken Ludwig.
“I heard you stole a supply wagon. ”
“Word travels fast. ”
"I drank without permission yesterday, ate meat, and the commander of the 6th Infantry fucked me."
“Is that so?"
This is the first I've heard of it.
"The 7th Infantry Commander came in this morning and cleaned it up, didn't you know?"
Not at all.
Wheelken suddenly chuckles.
This guy's got people in front of him.
“The lactating captain.”
"· · No shit. Does the 6th infantry know now?"
“Word travels fast. ”
Wheelken smiles long and opens his mouth.
"Yes. I told you it would be easier to kill, but you chose the hard path." "
"It's easy to cross the Outer Tree Bridge and fall."
"I would have killed him. It's fast."
"I'm glad I'm different."
I made eye contact with Whelken. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking at once, even if I saw his eyes.