Chapter 3 2. Extra people
dusk
The afterglow of the setting sun renders the clouds into a fiery red in the sky.
A large flock of copper-billed sparrows flew over the camp from the far horizon, and dropped into the dense forest at the foot of the mountain, where a large nest was built in the forest.
The soldiers registered their dead companions one by one, leaving only their nameplates and valuable personal items. The corpses were wrapped in linen, smeared with kerosene, and piled up in high stacks, surrounded by red pine branches. Wearing a pastor's robe, the magic stick held a prayer book with some curly edges in his hand, and stood in front of the pile of corpses, softly reciting a requiem poem.
Mund Goss, head of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment, personally lit the pine branches, thick smoke billowed, the linen cloth filled with kerosene was quickly ignited, and the fire quickly spread to the entire pile of corpses.
The firewood was crackling, and there was a sharp creaking sound from the pile of corpses. It was the sound of the fat on the corpse being rapidly refined by high heat.
Ten night watchmen will stay here until dawn to prevent the fire from spreading.
The four captains of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment stood behind Captain Mond Goss, waiting expressionlessly for the ceremony to end before returning to the camp with their respective teams.
…
After cleaning the battlefield every time, Baron Sidney, the captain of the fourth brigade, had a smug look on his face.
Even in the military camp, he paid great attention to his appearance and kept his military uniform ironed and clean at all times. He wore a pair of well-polished long military boots, and the scabbard on his belt was inlaid with three fingernail-sized nails. The sapphire, and the two red copper noble medals hanging near the chest of the military uniform were also polished and polished.
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. His brother-in-law, commander of the 57th Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment, Commander Mond Goss' private property, these large land beasts are mainly responsible for carrying valuable materials in the barracks.
These Lei Tingxi’s favorite foods are potato cakes full of starch. You only need to mash the sweet potatoes, then steam them in a basket and let them cool down, and you will get pieces of potato cakes the size of wheels. The amount of food, this kind of wheel-sized potato cakes, at least 50 pieces in one meal, fortunately, they don't always eat them, they only need to feed cassava cakes twice a day, morning and evening.
Afterwards, Baron Sidney will go around the five squadron camps below, and then check the arrangement of the sentry at night, and will not return to his camp until it is completely dark.
But tonight he wants to go back to the tent early. The adjutant sneaked forward an hour ago to report that the caravans following the fifty-seventh heavy armored infantry regiment had already sent representatives to wait outside his tent. There is a lot of oil and water, 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 is well aware of the fat job of cleaning the battlefield, what things can be taken (such as the small pieces of black-striped devil skin on these evil spirits), and what things must not be taken (such as some valuables on the dead soldiers and the standard Weaponry).
But Baron Sidney was a little dissatisfied right now. Just after he finished his inspection of the sentry post, he was stopped by a few soldiers, but he knew that Sam, the veteran standing at the front, was a small captain of the Fifth Squadron.
For this veteran Sam, Baron Sidney's deepest impression is that this old Sam was a veteran with a lot of experience when his father led the brigade. Old Loach, no matter how dangerous the battle situation is, this guy has a way to survive, but it is absolutely impossible for an old **** like this to want them to make meritorious service and be promoted.
At this moment, veteran Sam and Suldak stood in front of Baron Sidney with the remaining ten soldiers of the second squad.
"What's the matter with you guys?" The baron asked with a stinky face, and everyone could see the dissatisfaction on his face.
Veteran Sam wanted to back down a little bit, but at this time, Suldak beside him stood up first and reported to Captain Sidney: "Lord Sidney, the situation is like this..."
Baron Sidney has three hundred soldiers under his command. Although he may not be able to call out the names of all these soldiers, he has a certain impression on each of them. The deepest impression on Suldak is that this young man has a lot of skills. Good skinning skills, he can be regarded as a technical talent in the brigade.
Because of this, Baron Sidney was patient and let Suldak finish his speech.
After listening to Suldak's narration, Baron Sidney frowned, and said very displeasedly: "Why did this kind of thing come to me?"
Veteran Sam glanced at Suldak secretly, with a look in his eyes, "Look, what I said, you just don't want to listen to me. If the baron blames you, let's see how you end up..."
Suldak looked at Baron Sidney nervously.
Maybe Baron Sidney was infected by Suldak's sincere gaze, or maybe Baron Sidney was eager to get away, so he had to deal with this matter quickly, so he told Suldak: "You take' He'll hand it over to the logistics department, and we're not a field medical center."
Suldak replied honestly: "We went to the logistics department of the regiment, but the man didn't have an ID plate, so he couldn't prove that he was a soldier of our regiment or the friendly army. The logistics department refused to accept him."
Baron Sidney certainly knew that those departments in the infantry regiment were bound to push each other when they had no benefit.
He lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and the adjutant behind him came to Baron Sidney's ear and whispered a few words.
Baron Sidney's eyes lit up, and he immediately said to Suldak: "That's it! Then ask where he is from, and throw it directly to the merchants outside the camp. I think when those merchants transported supplies to Green, Wouldn't mind bringing back a wounded soldier, but his family will have to pay a fee."
Thinking that although that person is not a fool, but he has not said a word since he woke up, Suldak explained to Baron Sidney: "Lord Baron Sidney..."
These words probably exhausted the last bit of patience in Baron Sidney, his face became paler and he said casually: "Is that so! Originally... the barracks cannot accommodate such unidentified people, but I You can pretend that you don’t know anything. Since you’ve been on such a heavy load, if you can’t make it through these few days... then you can find a random place in the woods outside the camp and bury it. If you come back alive, as long as he can walk, let him go. Get out! Remember not to get me into trouble!"
After finishing speaking, he took his adjutant and walked between Suldak and Sam...
"Yes, Lord Baron." Surdak trembled all over, and hurriedly saluted.
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He Boqiang lay in a tent full of the smell of sweat and feet. For the first time, he felt that he was a superfluous person.
After Suldak rescued him from the battlefield, he racked his brains to send him to various places with the ability to contain and treat him, such as the shelter of the logistics department of the infantry regiment, such as those who followed the infantry regiment to make war fortune Caravan, unfortunately they are unwilling to take in He Boqiang who is seriously injured and unable to move.
In the end, Suldak still didn't 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, and he could not get the treatment potion to dilute He Boqiang’s stomach was rationed with liquid, and he could only fetch some oatmeal porridge from the cafeteria every day, which was rudely poured into He Boqiang’s stomach like a force-fed duck.
Although life is so difficult, He Boqiang found that his body is like a weed—with incomparably tenacious vitality.
Under such adversity, the injuries on his body are getting better little by little.
Every day when He Boqiang closes his eyes, he has to accept the memory fragments flying in the void. When he opens his eyes, he sees a group of low-level soldiers tenaciously alive in this strange world. Already...
(end of this chapter)