"I believe domestic think tanks should also consider this."
Ruhr said: "The person who created the kingship cannot be found out for the time being. Perhaps we can only wait until the war is over to slowly investigate."
Two days later, a fortification was being built on Fansa Hill where the Demon Moon Army was located. Because of the heavy casualties and low morale, the Mutuo and Judah armies were placed relatively far back in the joint defense line.
In Judah's army, all the officers mourned the death of General Wilson. Judah lamented in his heart that he retreated in such a hurry that he could not even bring back Wilson's body.
Alan knew what Judah was thinking and could only comfort him with his eyes.
Langdon said: "General Judah, after several battles in the past two days, our army of nearly 30,000 troops only has more than 10,000 left, with more than half of the casualties. The morale of the officers and soldiers is low. We need to boost our fighting spirit as soon as possible."
Juda sighed: "I don't have anything good to do. Morale is built by fighting. After three defeats, the morale of the army has been hit hard. It doesn't mean that it can be recovered after recovery. I can only think of a way to soothe the mood of the officers and soldiers first. Let's do this.
, you visit each battalion, express condolences to the wounded, and while the enemy’s offensive is currently suspended, try to relieve the soldiers’ frustration.”
Outside the barracks, the rain stopped unexpectedly, but the rain only stopped temporarily, and it would start raining again soon. The soldiers took advantage of the good weather to repair weapons and build barracks. However, although everyone was busy,
But most of them were depressed, and some were even crying.
The officers came forward to comfort them while inspecting the camp, but they did not achieve much effect. For the mercenaries, the barracks had been set up. The most important thing for Vulkan was the stone. After rough processing, it was completed with the help of the mage.
They built small stone houses one after another. Everyone assigned rooms and took off their belongings. The few people who were together sat down with each other. You looked at me, and I looked at you.
The death of comrades is inevitable. Although these mercenaries have not been together for a long time, they have experienced life and death together, and they will also develop feelings for each other. In just a few days, they saw so many familiar figures passing by.
Who wouldn't feel sad if it disappeared.
Beside the corner, the blacksmith was drinking alone. His shoulder was wrapped with a bandage and his left arm was amputated. Wayne and Irina were also injured, but the injuries were not serious. The most serious one was Bimoye.
He was carried to the treatment team on a stretcher and has not returned yet.
"Hey, blacksmith, please stop drinking. It's not good for your injury. If the commander sees you..." Irina advised, but as soon as she spoke, she pointed to the sword wound on her waist, which made her frown in pain.
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The blacksmith still kept drinking, trying to use alcohol to numb the pain in his heart. Their comrades in the same team died, and one of them came to the military camp with him.
"Let him drink it so he won't be so sad."
Luo turned back and said: "Bimoye, you are back."
Ursula also came with Bimoye. They found a seat and sat down together and said: "This guy fell down because he was cursed. In fact, the injury was not very serious. He was just hit."
Just six arrows."
Irina frowned and said: "After all this, you are still joking. Isn't it serious that you were hit by six arrows?"
Ursula smiled and said: "It's just because it's time to make a joke, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bear this atmosphere. And with his sorcerer's physique and the soft armor in his clothes, those few arrows can't kill him at all.
"
"Why didn't you see Bodala and Selt?"
"Selt is taking a diabetic injection. As a personal guard, how could Bodala just walk away?"
Irina said: "Aren't you also a personal guard?"
"Uh..." Ursula chuckled: "How can I be the same. But a senior officer will come to comfort you in a while. Blacksmith, you'd better drink it later."
When the blacksmith saw that all the wine in the jug was drunk, he fell asleep.
Irina asked: "You just mentioned the officer, who will come?"
"I don't know, he should be a senior officer at the rank of general."
Wayne waved his hand and said: "Who cares about the officer, condolences or something, it's just a few words for free. If you ask me, the best condolences now is to give me a table of good wine and meat, so that I can eat well."
Having enough food and then resting for a day or two without fighting is the best condolence."
He came to express his condolences: "Whether we want to fight or not is not decided by us alone, it also needs the consent of the enemy. As for the wine and meat, there is enough meat, and I can let you drink some wine."
"Ah, yes...it's General Mutuo." All the mercenaries around the barracks came out.
Mu Tuo glanced at the blacksmith sleeping in the corner holding a wine bottle, and ignored him. He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, if you want to eat meat, let's eat it together."
The roughly cracked tables were put together and the awning was put up. The soldiers' rice bowls were put on the table. All kinds of game they killed were stewed in the boiler nearby. All the military supplies were taken.
Come up.
The mercenary captain Thain asked curiously, "General Mutuo, why did you come here to express condolences to us? And you brought so many people here?"
Mu Tuo stood in front of the table and said: "Is it strange? I first joined the Demon Moon Army as a mercenary. The people who came with me are all mercenaries in our army and other armies. I have
After discussing with your commander Juda, we have grouped all our mercenaries together and handed them over to Juda to lead them, so they will become your comrades in the army from now on."
"So that's it."
Mu Tuo waved his hand and said: "Everyone, sit down and prepare to eat. Please hurry up."
The soldiers all sat down at the long rows of tables. Mutuo exchanged some pleasantries, took the lead in offering a glass of wine to the dead mercenaries, and then ate with them.
Although it is a rule in the military not to drink alcohol casually, in this case there is nothing they can do but let them drink a moderate amount of wine to vent.
After drinking, I didn’t drink much, but I was still a bit drunk. After drinking, I talked a lot, and the originally depressed atmosphere was quickly broken. They talked to each other, even if they didn’t know each other, they talked endlessly.
Some of them were so depressed that they threw themselves on the table and burst into tears.
After seeing this, Bimoye felt quite emotional. People say that the soldiers on the battlefield are made of iron. In fact, they are both iron and human. This is something he could not feel when he stayed in the imperial capital and listened to the battle reports.