Braving the sharp cold wind, Maris and Flory walked into the swordfish camp without saying a word.
They were wearing thick winter clothes, and the hats on their clothes were pulled up and buckled on their heads, wrapped tightly.
In order to avoid being discovered, the two of them pulled the brim of their hats very low, covering most of their faces, making them inconspicuous among the noisy crowd.
Being so cautious doesn't mean they look special. In the Sailfish Camp, people like the two of them wearing standard military uniforms but without military ranks are everywhere.
Soldiers all know that these guys are more difficult to mess with than the military police, because most of them are from intelligence units or special forces. Only these two types of people can be awesome. They wear military uniforms and do not deserve their military ranks.
For Maris and Flory, their purpose for doing this was simple. They just didn't want others to see their overly handsome faces.
Maris is tall, handsome, mature and steady, and always has a stern expression. No matter where he appears, he can make women scream.
Although Flory is arrogant and frivolous, he fits the bad boy temperament that aristocratic ladies love most.
During the defense of Ruman City, they got into trouble a lot because of their handsome faces. The pink envelopes they received were enough to fill two sacks, and a bold and enthusiastic girl came over to give them flowers, which was a lot of support.
momentum.
In addition, there are even people who propose marriage directly to them, which annoys them greatly.
In Adele's words, their looks could make them the male protagonists of fujoshi novels. She was also very curious as to where Lord Lorraine found these handsome guys.
As for the majestic Flying Eagle God of War...
In terms of appearance, Sir Alex can only say that he is worthy of the audience.
However, Mr. Lei was extremely disdainful of this. He expressed the sentiments of the majority of male compatriots: beautiful women can be used as food, but beautiful men cannot be used as food. What's the point of being handsome?
Therefore, in order to cause unnecessary trouble, Maris and Flory shielded themselves tightly. Even though this was a military camp, they were used to concealing their identities.
However, they had just arrived at the camp, and they immediately felt that the atmosphere in the camp today was a bit strange. Whether they were officers or soldiers, they were all in groups of three or five, gathering together and whispering about something.
As dragons, their ears and eyes are also quite sharp. Even though the other party lowered their voices, they still heard words such as "open for acquisition" and "recycling at a high price".
However, they didn't care about human affairs. The two of them were just ordered by the elders to carry out their own tasks.
The two went straight into a wooden room in the camp, which was their temporary dormitory.
Although the room is small, it has all the facilities and there is an orderly to help clean it, which is a treatment only for senior officers.
In this cold winter, it is also a good enjoyment to sit in the room, leaning against the warm stove, drinking fragrant Earl Gray tea and listening to the howling of the north wind.
Not long after the two sat down, Vera hurried over.
Maris then narrated the battle to Vera in detail, while Flory kept adding to his heroic deeds.
Especially after he transformed, he shattered the lich's war fortress with one palm, and then crushed the two unlucky lichs into pieces.
Marius threw three twisted black metal blocks on the table, which were once the lich's soul containers.
According to the agreement with Lorraine, for every lich they kill, they can get a bonus of 1,500 yuan, which is half the original price.
After hearing the good news, Vera did not show any happy expression. Instead, she frowned with a faint eyebrow, feeling a little depressed, and then asked: "Did you really burn all the death knell beetles?"
Flory smiled proudly and said: "I burned them together with their lair and all the undead creatures~!"
As he spoke, he patted his chest vigorously. Then he added: "But Maris killed the one in the cave.
Vera, you also know that anything he freezes will eventually turn into powder..."
After talking about it, Vera's pretty face was wrinkled and she looked sad. Flory's voice lowered involuntarily.
Although his reaction was delayed, he realized something was wrong at this time, and immediately asked: "What, is there something wrong?"
"Alas..." Vera suddenly sighed and said, "See for yourselves."
As he spoke, he put a leaflet into Flory's hand.
Flory picked up the flyer and glanced at it first. His eyes suddenly widened and he opened his mouth but could not speak.
Maris glanced at the flyer in his hand, his expression changed as well, and the corner of his mouth raised. Although he tried his best to endure it, he could still see the regret flashing in his eyes.
Vera couldn't help but sigh again.
Flory yelled in anger, and then punched the table in front of him into pieces. Then, he put his head in his hands and said with a sad face: "Don't stop any of you, I won't live anymore, I will burn it with fire."
Tens of thousands~!
Tens of thousands of shiny, yellow and lovely gold coins..."
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The soldiers of the first battalion of the Skeleton Division were awakened by the noisy noise outside. They crawled out of their sleeping bags without any heat, endured the biting cold, broke through the frozen water, and got water to wash themselves.
The First Battalion has not had a break since it was sent to the wilderness. It has been conducting search missions for more than half a month, and it can be said that it is exhausted.
Finally, he was replaced by another group of fresh troops who had just arrived, and they made short repairs in the temporary camp at the rear.
Although there are still walls made of rubble and the everlasting cold north wind, there is no need to walk dozens of miles a day, no need to go down into dark caves to search in fear, and no need to worry about being captured and eaten by monsters or savages in the middle of the night.
, life here is like paradise.
What moved the soldiers of the first battalion most was that they could eat hot, steaming meals throughout the day.
For a battalion of soldiers who had been eating canned frozen beef for half a month, they were almost moved to tears.
Although the food was still canned fried beef, canned roast beef and canned boiled beef... there were some flaws. But after all, it was hot.
What's more, this is a front line with difficult conditions.
When I thought of this, even if there was still Xiao Xu's dissatisfaction in my heart, it disappeared in an instant.
After eating a bowl of canned beef soup and a plate full of fried canned beef, Kil burped and walked out of the kitchen tent.
He raised his head and looked at the gray sun in the sky, moved his hands and feet, and prepared to walk around the camp a few times to eat.
Anyway, after returning home, there was nothing to do except clean guns. Moreover, playing cards and gambling were not allowed on the front line, so their biggest pastime was sleeping and talking nonsense.
At this time, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the southern horizon, followed by a low whistling sound.
Listening to this familiar voice, Kil immediately knew that the War Fortress was coming~!
Before he could react, the entire camp was boiling.
The soldiers rushed out of their tents, waving their arms excitedly and shouting to the war fortress in the sky.
In particular, the cooks in the camp screamed with great vigor, with throats as loud as those of butchered pigs, and those who didn't know it thought they were being beaten.
The soldiers of the first battalion stared blankly at the excited and shouting crowd around them. They didn't know what was going on.
Out of curiosity, Keir grabbed a person from the cooking class and asked curiously: "What's going on?"
Seeing that he had the rank of sergeant with three arrows on his shoulder, he was just an ordinary private in the cooking squad and hurriedly saluted and said: "Sir, you are in luck. This is a war fortress for transporting supplies, and there is only one trip a week.
What is delivered is all frozen meat, and you can have extra food at noon today. If you are lucky, there will be wine and Coke."
Kil was stunned for a moment, and then he joined the cheering army without hesitation, raised his arms and shouted louder than anyone else.
Although he had only stayed in the wasteland for half a month, he felt as if he had been there for a hundred years, and he had almost forgotten the taste of other meats.
Under the gaze of everyone, the war fortress slowly landed in the open space outside the camp.
The soldiers in the camp swarmed up and moved all the supplies in just a few minutes. Then they cheered and shouted like the Chinese New Year. Some even threw their hats, clothes, and even their pants randomly.
The entire camp fell into a scene of chaos and carnival.
Rather than saying that they are welcoming each other's arrival, it is better to say that they are venting their emotions.
Afterwards, the War Fortress immediately took off and left - they had other tasks.
The people in the cooking class started cooking directly in the open space in the middle of the camp.
A fat cook carried a sharp ax and chopped half a fan of pork that was as frozen as ice cubes. Then he set up several large pots and threw the chopped meat and a bunch of messy things in to cook together.
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The excited soldiers looked like hyenas, staring with a pair of green eyes, drooling, and wandering around the big pots.
No one noticed that when the supplies were being unloaded from the war fortress, several figures also came down from above and stayed in the camp.
They made their way through the crowd and found the colonel who was in charge of the camp. They then showed him a document and chatted with him for a while.
Immediately, they found a corner in the camp square, placed a table, pulled up a banner, and placed several boxes on the table.
When some soldiers passed by, they looked at them curiously. They didn't know what the table with "Material Recycling" was for, but they left in a hurry. At this time, they preferred the fragrant broth.
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However, the people behind the table were not in a hurry, but patiently waited for customers to come.
Keir walked around the crowd twice, and glanced at this strange stall as he passed by. The person behind the table smiled at him, took out a cigarette and handed it to Keel, saying: "Smoke one?
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Cigarettes, like bullets, are indispensable necessities for soldiers. The only difference is that cigarettes are rationed, while bullets are in unlimited supply, so cigarettes are more precious than bullets.
Therefore, for soldiers, it is certainly better to smoke someone else's than to smoke their own.
Keir took the cigarette, and the other person took out a golden lighter, flicked it away with a clang, lit it for Keel, and said, "Brother, what's your last name?"
"Keir, Kerry, is a machine gunner, what about you?"
"Philip, Danze, a small employee of the Flying Eagle Group."
"From the Flying Eagle Group~!" Kil exclaimed and said, "What are you doing in this damn place?"
Strictly speaking, even the security forces are from the Flying Eagle Group. When he heard that the other party was actually from the head office, Kil was very surprised. The people there were all big shots. And they were fat and oily big shots.
For no reason, how could such a big shot come to this place where no one can shit?
Danze pointed to the banner behind him and said: "As you can see, material recycling means collecting things. If you find any strange things, we will collect them. Especially monster corpses, shells and fragments are also fine."
Keir said in surprise: "Why did you accept that?"
Danze shrugged and said: "I don't know either, but the mages said it was a good thing and asked us to go to our chairman.
The chairman felt sorry for them and took the job for the sake of the brothers on the front line.
If you kill monsters, you can send them to me, even parts of their body parts. We will pay a high price for them."
The chairman of the board of directors of Feiying Group can only refer to one person. Mr. Leo Lei.
When he heard that it was Leo's business, Kilton was a little excited. As we all know, Chairman Leo never does money-losing business, and you will definitely make money by following him.
Kil thought for a moment and said, "A broken leg or something will do?"
Danze smiled boldly and said affirmatively: "Okay, of course."
"You wait." Kil said nothing and quickly ran back to the tent of the first camp. He took out his backpack and rummaged around, and took out a long monster limb from inside.
After fighting the monster, the soldiers of the first battalion left some souvenirs to brag to others in the future.
Weir was lying on his bed and resting. Seeing his actions, he asked strangely: "What are you doing?"
Kil turned around and pushed Weir, rummaged through his backpack, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, where are the bugs you picked up? Give it to me. Give it to me quickly."
Will grabbed his backpack from his hand and said dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"
"Give it to me quickly, that thing can be exchanged for money."
"Hahaha..." Weir laughed as if he heard a joke: "Who did you bet with again?"
Keir snorted angrily and said, "This is our chairman's business. If you don't believe it, you can throw it away."
With that said, he ran out in a hurry.
Weir was stunned for a moment, grabbed a pair of pliers from the monster's mouth and jumped up, saying anxiously: "Wait for me~!"
The two people came to Danze's purchase point and handed over the trophies they had collected on the battlefield.
Phillip took out an album of pictures, compared them carefully, then nodded and said, "It's this kind of thing."
He went on the scale again and said, "It's almost a pound, so I'll count it as one pound for you. The price set by the chairman is ten silver coins per pound. Do you want money or something else?"
Keir and Weir looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes: It turns out that this thing can really be exchanged for money~!
But then he asked in confusion: "How do you say you want money? How do you say you want something?"
Danze smiled and kicked the cash box under his feet.
The coins in the cash box collided with each other, making a crisp and sweet sound. Listening to this, both Keir and his body felt refreshed.
Danze then said: "If you want money, I will give you cash now. If you want something, you can exchange it for cigarettes or Coke. It will also be paid in cash."
Will scratched his head and said, "Can I have half the money and half the cigarettes?"
"sure."
When two old partners, Kiel and Weir, walked back to the first camp arm-in-arm with cigarettes dangling from their mouths, two cigarettes under their arms, and two cans of Coke in their hands, the whole camp suddenly became a sensation.
Who cares about stewed pork at this time, of course money is more important.
The soldiers of the first battalion dug out the souvenirs they had left behind from the depths of their backpacks and swarmed to Danze to exchange them.
Although there were only a few or a dozen silver coins, the soldiers were still very excited. This was foreign wealth, which was equivalent to picking up money for nothing. They could also generate income after fighting, so why not?
The soldiers of the Skeleton Division have always been well-paid, only slightly lower than the Ruman Royal Guards. If their pay was higher than that of the Royal Guards - Emperor Rudelun would have had some ideas.
However, after adding the theater allowance, a private can get three and a half gold coins a month, and a sergeant machine gunner like Kiel can get five gold coins a month, which is two and a half times higher than the average salary in the Ruman Empire.
But the current high income will not last long after all, and will drop back to half the level after the war is over.
As long as you collect ten pounds of these monster remains, you can exchange them for one gold coin, which is equivalent to carrying an extra satchel.
If you are lucky, if you drag back a monster corpse, you will get a gold coin directly.
How can it be so satisfying to use public bullets to make money for yourself?
If they encounter thousands of death knell beetles like they did that day, instead of letting the orc grenadiers burn the beetles with flamethrowers, they kill them and leave their corpses, and each person in the battalion can share more than one.
Gold coins are equivalent to half a month's salary.
We fight this kind of battle four or five times a month, and after three months of working, we can go home, buy a house, and marry a wife. How can we not make everyone crazy?
Thinking of this, while everyone was exchanging things with Danze, they yelled at those Orc Pyros: Those bastards burned so many gold coins for everyone...
Although these gangsters were multitasking and were not highly educated, during the transaction process, Danze discovered that each of them had extremely clear minds, and he did not even allow him to take advantage of a copper penny.
After the soldiers in the camp finished drinking the broth, they suddenly discovered that the puppies in the first battalion could actually drink Coke and smoke cigarettes, and their eyes were bleeding with envy.
They just heard that the first battalion was attacked by monsters and they didn't take it seriously. They laughed at their bad luck. Now they are all jealous: they are fighting outside, how can they encounter all the good things? Why are there no monsters to attack us?
The news spread to the entire front as teams continued to leave the camp.
Stimulated by the gold coins, all the soldiers were very enthusiastic. They all stared with scarlet eyes and searched for any places where monsters might be hidden, vowing to catch them.
The originally low morale suddenly boosted. The soldiers were no longer afraid that they might encounter inexplicable monsters. Instead, they eagerly waited for the monsters to come to their doorstep.
A few days later, although the repair time was not long, the officers and soldiers of the first battalion were eager to fight and reported to their superiors urgently requesting to return to the battlefield.
Because they were afraid that others would kill all the monsters and make no money, some bastards even wrote blood letters in desperation.
After the division commander approved, the soldiers of the first battalion howled like a pack of wolf cubs and rushed towards the more unfamiliar wilderness in the north. (To be continued...)
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