My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Mom, doesn't Rubes need to eat?"

Maria was not very honest even in Vera's arms, she twisted her body left and right, and suddenly felt distressed that the big white wolf squatting at the table.

"This...Sir Lothar said that he doesn't need it, so is it unnecessary?"

Vera whispered to her daughter.

"Marlon... Rubes is so poor, everyone is eating, only one is hungry..."

Maria is very sympathetic. She knows that Ma Long is the master of Lubos. Although she doesn't understand why the kind elder brother who tells her story abuses poor Lubos, she decides to play for herself. Accompany pleading.

"But... there is nothing Rubes can eat here!"

Seeing Maria’s pitiful appearance, Malone couldn’t bear to refuse her request, but... Since this morning’s meeting, Vera has been notified that the food supply has been reduced—for example, at the table today. Except for bread and broth, bacon and sausage have been eliminated.

The amount of bread is enough, but how can wolves eat bread?

Everyone in the room looked at each other, but little Maria did not believe in evil-although the little girl is very sensible, she is still young after all. In her heart, even for the big bad wolf and Rubes, it is sweet The cake is definitely more attractive than Little Red Riding Hood and himself.

"Here, Rubes!"

Maria grabbed a piece of bread from the bamboo basket on the dining table, jumped from Vera's lap to the ground, held it in her hands, and sent it to Rubes.

"..."

Rubes can't speak, but Malone can clearly read from the eyes of his pets... helplessness-maybe in Rubes' heart, Maria has been attributed to the category of "bear children" bingo.

Maybe it was Maria’s sincere gaze that even a beast like Rubes was moved by it. In Ma Long’s surprised gaze, Rubes opened his mouth slightly and gently grabbed the hand in Maria’s hand. The bread raised his head slightly and swallowed it into his mouth.

Is this making a movie?

——Malone had such an idea for the first time. He couldn't help standing up, wanting to check where Rubles had swallowed this bread.

"Mom! Rubes ate my bread!"

Maria turned around, ran to her mother's side happily, and announced in an immature voice-of course this was not a complaint, but a feeling of showing off.

however……

With a soft "poof", the little girl who had turned around didn't see it. Behind her, Lubos quietly turned his head and secretly spit out the bread in his mouth onto the ground.

What makes Malone even more dumbfounded is that in order to cover up his “wasting food” behavior, Rubes moved a few steps, blocked the bread falling on the ground with his body, and then held his head high, scratching himself nonchalantly Silvery white hair on the body.

But Maria did not see this scene, she leaned contentedly in Vera’s arms and continued to eat her own lunch-for a little girl, her little belly can’t fit a large loaf of bread , So Maria takes it for granted that it is the same for Rubes.

This is of course a good thing for time-whether for the refugee camp or for Rubes-after Maria's sympathy is satisfied, no food will be wasted, and Rubes does not have to be forced to taste the taste of bread. Up.

After all, Lubos is a wolf, and one of the essential differences between a wolf and a dog is that there is no gene capable of digesting starch-maybe bread made of wheat flour reaches Lubos's mouth, it is no different from dry stone powder.

"Sir Lothar, what is our mission this afternoon?"

After lying on the table and resting enough time, Robin asked Malone while biting on the bread.

"Afternoon? Hmm... Do you still remember your training schedule when you were in the West Spring Fortress?"

Malone asked after thinking about it.

"Of course, I will never forget it in my life."

Robin replied seriously.

"Ahem... It's not that serious... Just remember it, and leave it to you and Paul in the afternoon. You can train these militiamen for me. After all, from now on, they will be your subordinates."

Malone said after smiling.(To be continued.)

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"Our subordinates?"

Robin froze for a moment, and asked suspiciously.

"That means...we are going to be promoted?"

In this regard, Paul obviously had to react faster than Robin, and he hurriedly asked.

"Promoted? That's right... After all, these militiamen will take a long time before they can be used on the battlefield. If you are scattered and taught them something useful, you can make them progress faster."

Ma Long nodded and said.

"I see, Chief Lothar!"

Paul nodded very excitedly, but it took him a while to react-90 militiamen were divided equally among the soldiers of the West Springs garrison, and each person could manage five people...what is a promotion?

...

"Hey, haven't you eaten enough at noon? Pick up your sword! Hold it up! It's soft like a lady..."

"Hey, and you, do you think the shield is used to drag the shield to the ground and eat the dirt? Lift it up to cover your face! Damn, if the enemy had an archer, you would have been shot through the throat!"

...

Although they learned that they didn’t need to do physical work like “lifting water” in the afternoon, the militiamen felt very relieved; but soon, the soldiers from the Xiquan Garrison made them think that maybe it’s good to go back to carry water. s Choice.

"Why is this guy so excited..."

Ma Long stood in front of the militia and said helplessly to Robin.

"Perhaps he remembered the days when you were trained by Chief Lothar... At that time, we laughed at him."

Robin smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked at Paul, who was yelling at the militiamen—obviously, even if you were the soldier who had always been calm, you missed the days in the West Spring Fortress.

Unlike other noble children who were all gilded in the army, Anduin Lothar had much higher requirements for his nephew.

Although he has only been in the army for less than a year, Marlon Lothar's experience is rich-he first served as a clerical job with Anduin Lothar for three months-responsible for sorting out those marshals that need to be handled. Before the news of the orc invasion reached Stormwind City, Anduin Lothar sent them to the West Spring Fortress in the western suburbs of Stormwind City for training.

While in the West Spring Fortress, Maron Lothar earnestly implemented his uncle's request. He trained 13 soldiers there to become outstanding fighters in less than half a year.

Of course, this is also related to the good foundation of Robin and others before. If you want to train these young people who were farmers or apprentices two weeks ago into qualified fighters, you will not be able to do it in one or two years.

Now, under Ma Long's order, these militiamen are catching and fighting each other, using the weapons previously obtained in the warehouse.

The dazzling one-handed sword and heavy shield look very scary. The sharp weapon will not be dulled by just training; although these militiamen are likely to hurt their own people during training, Ma Long has another layer of consider.

The time left for the refugee team and Ma Long himself is not too abundant. If possible, he wants these militiamen to adapt to the rhythm of the battlefield as early as possible-for example, starting with real swords and guns.

More than a dozen soldiers of the West Springs Garrison, including Paul, were distributed among the militiamen. They clamored loudly, pointing these rookies to correct their actions when using weapons, just like what the West Springs garrison did to them. same.

"clang!"