Chapter 1046
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In the evening, Guli was going to take Dean out to eat and drink, but Fitter called him and said that he wanted to introduce Dean to everyone. Dean also got to know the rest of the platoon. There were a total of forty-eight people in the platoon, including the deputy platoon leader and the platoon leader.
There was no division in the platoon. Unlike the recruit camp, there was no squad leader. Usually the deputy platoon leader Hunter was the main person in charge of the platoon. Only Fitter would be the one to make decisions.
The queue was full of males. After dinner, Dean integrated into the small group. Guli was drunk, so he talked about the embarrassing incident of arm wrestling. He patted Dean's shoulder and vaguely said that he admired him. Dean knew that this rough looking man actually knew that he lost to Dean not because his hand speed was faster but because his strength was not as good as Dean's. But because of his face, he was embarrassed to admit it.
Guli's words told the others that Dean, who didn't look like a power-type warrior, had won against Guli in arm wrestling. Guli was ranked in the top ten in the queue. In terms of pure strength, there were less than five people who could win against him. Dean had become a little famous person in the queue. Strength was respected everywhere, especially in the army.
Many people had withdrawn from the banquet by the time the dinner was over. Some people drank too much and directly passed out in the tent.
Dean supported the drunk Guli and sent him back to his tent. Then he went outside and found a secluded place. The surrounding lights were dim. The easy-going smile on Dean's face gradually disappeared. He looked up at the night scene. The clouds in the distance and the moon was gradually emerging. He also looked at the vast land and the rivers that divided the land.
"Where are you … …" Dean murmured.
After a long time, the absent-mindedness in Dean's eyes suddenly converged, and his eyes flashed. At this time, a voice came from behind him: "It's so late. Why don't you go to sleep?" The voice was familiar. It was Fitter.
Dean turned around and saw Fitter carrying a bottle of wine: "Platoon leader, you haven't slept yet?"
"I can't sleep." Fitter smiled and looked at the direction Dean was heading in. He sighed: "Are you homesick?"
Dean shook his head, "My home is gone."
Fett was startled but didn't say anything. He was silent for a moment. Then he patted Dudian's shoulder and handed him the wine: "Come, drink with me. You won't have any worries if you get drunk."
"That's right." Dean smiled and took two sips.
"We'll only be able to drink for the next two days. We won't be able to drink again the day after tomorrow. We've just repelled the trolls, so they won't attack again in the next few days. That's why we can take a breather," Fett said with a smile.
Dean took a sip and curiously asked: "Why won't they attack again?"
"Every time the trolls invade, there will be at least a seven day interval. This pattern has been going on for decades," Fett said with a smile.
Dean frowned and said, "But isn't there a risk? If they continue to attack, and we are careless, won't we be caught off guard and be defeated?"
"You think too much." Fett took the wine from Dean's hand and drank two mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth and said: "The Storm Battalion will investigate the movements in front of us. We will know one day in advance if the trolls attack us. So there is almost no possibility of a troll raid. Even if the trolls avoid the Storm Battalion's raid and go outside the God's Wall, we will be able to react in time. We won't be afraid even if we get drunk. The medical camp has distributed a lot of sobering pills to us. Once the battle starts, we will be able to sober up and refresh ourselves!"
Dean suddenly understood. It seemed that he had worried too much. The War God's Wall had stood for less than a few hundred years. The defense here had long been like an iron wall, and many accidents had been eliminated.
"Tomorrow I'll ask someone to take you to familiarize yourself with the artillery. Try to master it before the next battle." Fett patted Dean's shoulder.
Dean nodded, "Thank you platoon leader."
"If there is anything you don't understand then you can look for Hunter or me." Fett smiled and handed the wine to Dean. He turned and left.
Dean took the bottle in his hand and looked at it. He felt his throat was slightly hot but he wasn't drunk. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was very difficult for him to get drunk with his current physique. His body could detoxify the alcohol too quickly and uncontrollably.
"Maybe I'm drunk. Maybe they are drunk." Dean whispered as he looked into the distance. Suddenly, he threw the bottle. It seemed that he wanted to throw away all the depression in his heart. However, it was just a bottle. There was no wine in it.
The next day.
Dean learned the operation of the artillery from the veterans called by Fett. In the evening, Guli found an opportunity to take Dean to dinner and compensate him.
The two strolled to the largest and only food street of the artillery regiment. Dean found that the food street was similar to the food street in the city. There were stalls selling food and drinks as well as taverns. There was a common flag on the signs of the shops. He asked Guli and learned that the flag represented the count of the empire.
The count in the empire and the count in the giant wall were not on the same level. It could be said that the nobles in the empire were the real nobles. Most of the nobles in the giant wall were the descendants of the ancestors of the giant wall. There was no difference between them and the commoners in the empire. They had no rights.
"The business of the aristocracy has reached the Wall of War …" Dean saw the food street. He felt that the empire had been corrupted by the mucus and was scattered all over the place.
After dinner, Guli took Dean to the tavern to relieve his boredom. But Dean refused. Dean didn't have much demand for women. Moreover, he had a person who was worthy of his life.
Guli seemed to be hungry and thirsty. He could only tell Dean the route back to the tavern when he saw that Dean didn't want to go.
Dudian took the opportunity to leave the food street. He used his x-ray vision to look around. He looked at the artillery regiment and its various places. Through his X-ray Vision, he found that the strength of the Artillery Regiment was beyond his imagination. Just in the barracks near the Delicacy Street, he could see the vigorous heat reaction. There were seven abysses, and this was not the full strength of the Artillery Battalion.
"It seems that all the strong ones have been sent to the frontier. Aristotle has been in the empire for ten years. Is he here to serve in the frontier?" Dean thought.
He was more careful to hide his aura. He didn't dare to get close to the abysses. In case the other side had x-ray vision they would be able to see the situation inside his body. Obviously, in this huge border battlefield, there was bound to be a Perceptor with the ability to see through things. However, whether or not the other party would use it to observe him was another matter. He could only pray that he wouldn't be so unlucky and try to keep a low profile.
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