Lord of Hyranza

Chapter 3 2. Extra People
dusk
The afterglow of the setting sun turned the clouds into a fiery red on the horizon.

A large group of copper-billed blackbirds flew over the camp from the distant horizon and plunged into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, where there was a large nest of birds.

The soldiers registered their fallen companions one by one, leaving only their nameplates and valuable personal belongings. The corpses were wrapped in linen, smeared with kerosene, and stacked in high stacks, surrounded by red pine branches. The magic stick in the priest's robe held a prayer book with some curled edges in his hand, and stood in front of the corpse mound and gently recited the requiem.

The head of the Seventh Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment, Mond Goss, personally lit the pine branches, and the smoke billowed. The linen cloth filled with kerosene was quickly ignited, and the fire quickly spread to the entire pile of corpses.

The wood was burning with a crackling sound, and there was a sharp 'squeak' sound from the corpse pile, which was the sound of the fat on the corpse being rapidly refined by the high heat.

Ten night watchmen will stay here until dawn to prevent the fire from spreading.

The four captains of the Seventh Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment stood behind Commander Mond Goss, waiting expressionlessly for the ceremony to end before returning to the camp with their respective teams.

……

After cleaning the battlefield, Baron Sidney, the captain of the fourth brigade, had a smug look on his face.

Even in the barracks, he paid great attention to his appearance. He kept his uniform ironed flat and clean at all times. He wore a pair of well-polished military boots, and the scabbard on his belt was inlaid with three nails. The sapphire, and the two bronze noble medals hanging near the chest of the military uniform were also polished brightly.

Before he returned to his tent, he had to go around the camp of the Fourth Battalion as usual. The first thing he inspected was naturally the animal pen. There were twelve Thunder Rhinoceros penned here. These Thunder Rhinos were not his personal property, they were theirs. The private property of his brother-in-law, Captain Mond Goss of the Seventh Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment, these large land beasts are mainly responsible for carrying valuable materials in the barracks.

The favorite food of these thunder rhinos is the potato cakes full of starch. Just mash the potatoes, steam them in a basket and let them cool, and you will get a piece of potato cakes the size of a wheel. This kind of wheel-sized potato cakes should eat at least [-] pieces at a time. Fortunately, they are not always eating. They only need to feed the cassava cakes twice a day in the morning and evening.

Later, Baron Sidney would go around the five squadron camps below to check the arrangement of the night outposts, and would not return to his camp until it was completely dark.

But tonight he wants to go back to the tent early. The adjutant came forward an hour ago to report secretly that the caravans following the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment had already sent representatives to wait outside his tent. It's oily, but the harvest is still very good after all. You can always get some black-striped devil skins from these evil spirits. This thing is a sought-after item in the eyes of magic merchants.

Baron Sidney knew very well that this kind of fat man who cleans the battlefield, what things can be taken (such as the small pieces of black striped magic skin on these evil spirits), and what must not be taken (such as some valuables on the fallen soldiers and the standard in the legion) Weaponry).

However, Baron Sidney was a little dissatisfied at the moment. Just after he patrolled the sentry, he was stopped by a few soldiers, but he knew that the veteran Sam standing at the front was a captain of the Fifth Squadron.

For this veteran Sam, Baron Sidney's deepest impression is that this old Sam was a seasoned veteran when his father led the brigade. This guy himself is like a slippery hand. Old Loach, no matter how dangerous the situation is, this guy has a way to survive, but it is absolutely impossible for an old bastard like this to make merit and promotion.

At this moment, veterans Sam and Surdak stood in front of Baron Sidney with the remaining ten soldiers of the Second Squad.

"What's the matter with you guys?" Lord Baron asked with a stinky face, and everyone could see the dissatisfaction on his face.

Veteran Sam wanted to back off, but at this time, Surdak, who was beside him, stood up first and reported to Captain Sidney: "Lord Baron Sidney, the situation is like this..."

At this time, Sam could only bite the bullet and stand by Surdak's side, waiting for Surdak to finish the story.

Baron Sidney has three hundred warriors under his command. Although he may not be able to name all of them, he has a certain impression of each of them. The deepest impression on Surdak is that this young man has a lot of power. Good skinning skills, and can be considered a technical talent in the brigade.

Because of this, Baron Sidney was patient and let Surdak finish his words.

After listening to Surdak's remarks, Baron Sidney frowned and said displeasedly, "Why do you come to me for such a thing?"

Veteran Sam took a peek at Surdak with a kind of 'Look, what I'm saying, you don't want to listen to me, if the baron blames you to come down and see how you end...'

Surdak looked nervously at Baron Sidney.

Perhaps Baron Sidney was infected by Surdak's sincere eyes, or perhaps Baron Sidney was eager to get away, so he had to deal with this matter quickly, so he ordered Surdak: "You take the' He's handed over to the logistics department, and we are not a field medical center."

Surdak answered honestly: "We went to the logistics department in the regiment, but that person did not have an identity plate and could not prove that he was a soldier of our regiment or a friendly regiment. The logistics department refused to accept it."

Baron Sidney knew, of course, that the divisions of the infantry were blaming each other when there was nothing to gain.

He lowered his head and thought about it seriously, the adjutant behind him leaned into Baron Sidney's ear and whispered a few words.

Baron Sidney's eyes lit up and immediately said to Surdak: "I see! Then ask him where he is from, and throw it directly to the merchants outside the camp. I think when the merchants transported supplies to Green, they Wouldn't mind bringing back a wounded soldier, but his family would pay a fee."

Thinking that although that person is not a fool, he has not said a word since he woke up, and Surdak explained to Baron Sidney again: "Lord Baron Sidney..."

These words probably consumed Baron Sidney's last bit of patience. His expression became more and more pale, and he said casually: "I see! Originally... the barracks can't accommodate such unidentified people, but I can pretend that I don't know anything. Since I'm so heavy, if I can't make it through these few days... I'll just find a random place in the woods outside the camp to bury it. If he survives, as long as he can walk, Get him out of here as soon as possible! Remember not to cause trouble for me!"

After finishing speaking, he took his adjutant and strode through between Surdak and Sam...

"Yes, Lord Baron." Surdak shuddered and hurriedly saluted.

……

He Boqiang was lying in a tent full of the smell of sweat and feet. For the first time, he felt like a superfluous person.

After Surdak rescued him from the battlefield, he racked his brains to send him to various places with shelter and treatment capabilities, such as the Infantry Regiment Logistics Department Shelter, such as those who followed the Infantry Regiment to make war fortunes It's a pity that they didn't want to take in He Boqiang, who was seriously injured and couldn't move.

In the end, Surdak did not leave He Boqiang in the woods outside the camp and let him fend for himself.

He persuaded veteran Sam and everyone in the second team, and after obtaining their consent, he carried He Boqiang into the tent in the camp and found a quiet corner. Although there was no military doctor, he could not get the dilution of the healing potion. As for the ration of liquid, he could only get some oatmeal porridge in the cafeteria every day, which was rudely poured into He Boqiang's stomach like a duck.

Although life was so difficult, He Boqiang found that his body was like a weed - an incomparably tenacious life force.

Under such adversity, the injury on his body actually improved a little bit.

He Boqiang closes his eyes every day to accept the fragments of memory flying in the void, and opens his eyes to see a group of soldiers at the bottom of this strange world living tenaciously. He finally realized that this was not a dream, he should have traveled now...

(End of this chapter)