Chapter 299 Have you ever heard of the technique of triple whitening
"Name?"
"Vie, Vicente..."
"gender?"
“…”
"Speak!"
"…male"
"Military rank?"
"Company Commander of the First Company of the Second Regiment of the National Salvation Army."
...
Looking at the two burly giant men in front of him, Vicente, whose face was covered with fine blood marks, was full of helplessness.
"Damn it, I didn't run out!"
It's a pity that because of his keen sense of danger (not timid!), Vicente chose to leave as soon as he discovered the danger.
By the time the Twilight Army launched the final charge, he was actually almost out of the battlefield.
However, maybe it's really too miserable. Even God can't stand it anymore, or the previous battles have exhausted their luck. In short, Vicente, who is lucky, can be said to be unlucky this time.
After finally leaving the battlefield, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he bumped into a team of Twilight Army who went to the secret place to transport "God-given materials".
There is nothing to say. Facing a group of brutal thugs who can use light machine guns with one hand and are generally 1.9 meters away from height, Vicente knelt down skillfully and raised his hand as soon as possible.
A set of actions is smooth and smooth, even completely exceeding the speed of the opponent lifting the gun and pulling the trigger. It is simply a surrender master!
And this really saved his life.
Based on the principle of surrendering but not killing, the Twilight Army team, which originally planned to withdraw after transporting this batch of ammunition, accepted the prisoner who was accidentally sent to the door after a brief discussion, and even dragged down the speed of the march to a certain extent.
In the end, the team leader could only let a few soldiers take turns carrying someone tightly tied with hemp ropes, and then crossed mountains and ridges on time and retreated to the temporary military camp around Dunker City.
However, this is absolutely fatal news for Vicente, who has fallen into the enemy's lair.
"Can I die here this time?"
When Vicente thought of the two young lovers he had just bought, they might be cheaper for others, and Vicente suddenly felt his head sinking, as if he was holding up the endless grassland.
However, the terrified captive was soon surprised to find that the Twilight Army did not seem to be in abusing himself.
The expected whip, binding, chili water, and various tortures did not appear.
The Twilight Army just sent two people to interrogate them briefly. After asking some details of the army's daily life, he then threw him some money as travel expenses and a temporary identification certificate (limited to short-term stay in Dunker City), he was given
Throw out of the military camp and let him go home by himself.
"That's...all over?"
Wearing a civilian costume provided by the Twilight Army, Vicente stood outside the gate of Dunker City, at the gate of the military camp, looking confused.
He had no idea what was going on.
The only thing that seems certain is that the Twilight Army, or the Twilight Church, may be really different from other armed forces on this land?
"I actually survived..."
With the indescribable complexity in his heart, Vicente confused the five "monarch silver coins" that could be used in the kingdom in his hand, and turned toward the city of Dunker not far away.
After all, the soldiers who threw him out had reminded him seriously that there were no formal commercial areas or gathering places to go forward, and he would definitely have something to bear if he didn't bring enough food.
As a person who follows the heart, Vicente decided to follow the other party's advice.
At the same time, he now has a certain curiosity about the Twilight Church, a church that had only heard of the name before.
"What kind of organization is this?"
With a desire to learn, he wandered around the city in the strange eyes of the gatekeepers.
Unlike all other cities in the Kingdom of South Germany he had visited before, this "country place" that had no reputation before was unexpectedly prosperous.
Caravans of all sizes are bustling with traffic, and there are many pedestrians on the flat and clean roads.
Rows of neat and orderly shops along the street are constantly hawking, and policemen in neat uniforms are patrolling everywhere...
Everything seems to have a unique beauty called "order".
The most terrifying thing is that he walked the whole street and didn't even see a thief or a beggar. Do you dare to believe it?
Even those who are obviously lower-class civilians generally have rosy faces and smiles on their faces!
Although there are cases where outsiders are often arrested for one reason or that conflict or mutual abuse occurs occasionally, this is a trivial matter.
Vicente is simply unimaginable. One day, Nandele will have a scene where even those powerful countries can live happily even civilians!
“Isn’t this really my hallucination?”
"The Twilight Army is reshaping order and civilization?"
The rebel officer, who seemed to have something sprouted in his heart, spent a whole day walking through all the streets in the outer city while gnawing on the bread he bought from the roadside.
Finally, when the sunset was setting, he slowly sat in front of a church with incredibly complex emotions.
"A beautiful world where everyone can eat, no beggars, no wandering orphans, and no corpses that rot in the corner after starving to death!"
"Even the oldest corner is so peaceful and orderly!"
Maybe it is difficult for people from developed countries to understand what this means, but for a man born and raised in the Kingdom of South Germany...
This is heaven!
Looking back at the majestic Holy See behind him, he now doubted that with such an opponent, can the National Saving Army really win?
So...
"I'm going to join the Twilight Army!"
The old saying goes well, if you can't beat it, join it. What's more, Vicente felt like he had never been like this moment in his life, and felt like there was a flame burning in his chest.
Because he thought of his hometown, the place where he gave birth to him, but because of war and famine, he now dies countless people every day.
He even thought of himself, who had been wandering all his life.
He was from the northern part of Nandere, and was born in the important northern city of Dena, and was a wealthy family.
His childhood was quite happy, and as the only son in the family, he was like the love of his family.
However, that day, a nightmare war came.
The rebel artillery destroyed everything,
He was just in the second year of junior high school and rushed home in an emergency evacuation at school, but he saw a house that collapsed in the flames.
The ruthless fire swallowed everything, and in his crying, he became an orphan who could only wander around.
"Speaking of this, I seem to be the last group of junior high school students in my hometown. After all, the next day, the school fell into ruins under the fire."
With a self-deprecating smile, Vicente raised his head and looked at the stars gradually becoming clearer in the sky. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, as if he was about to touch the shining stars.
"How great would it be if my hometown could become like this under the rule of the Twilight Army...
He got up, patted the dust on his body, and Vicente, determined, strode towards the city gate.
He was going to the military camp outside the city to ask for intake.
He can be an insider, send messages to the Twilight Army, or start as a soldier, even if he is a militia, he will not leave today!