On the ninth day after he woke up, Zhang Tie left the hospital after staying in the hospital for over a week. It had already been one and a half month since he left Blackhot City. In the past one and a half months, Zhang Tie had lived two lives.
When he left the hospital, Zhang Tie had nothing. If not for Reinhardt's group bringing Zhang Tie's luggage, Zhang Tie might not even be able to find his clothes after taking off his patient's clothes.
Because he had not reported for duty, Zhang Tie was still wearing a dark red military uniform with the rank of second lieutenant on it when he left the hospital. Having just recovered from his severe wounds, Zhang Tie's face was slightly pale and he looked a bit thinner. A few days ago, for the convenience of treatment, Zhang Tie's hair had been shaved off. Only a few days ago did his hair grow back. If not for this military uniform, Zhang Tie would look like a malnourished, miserable teenager.
Touching his bald head, Zhang Tie revealed a bitter smile. Closely after that, he recalled something as his mood turned gloomy once again.
After standing at the gate of the hospital for a long while, Zhang Tie stopped a carriage.
"Sir, where are you going?" The coachman glanced at Zhang Tie with a curious look. Zhang Tie's age and his military uniform really didn't match his age.
"Do you know the logistics headquarters of the Iron-Horn Army here?" Zhang Tie threw his luggage onto the coachman. The luggage weighing more than 10 kg was like holding a strand of hair in his hand before. Now, Zhang Tie could only carry it for a short distance from the ward to the outside of the hospital. He could already feel the weight of it. Zhang Tie felt that his body was even weaker than that of a common 15-year-old juvenile.
"Yes, I know! It's in the former Parliament Building of Blapei! "The coachman shook the reins, causing the horse to trot on the road.
Half of the carriage was open. Sitting in the carriage, Zhang Tie curiously glanced at this city.
Although a war was breaking out over 100 km away from Blapei, this city didn't look intense at all. Instead, it looked leisurely everywhere. Besides those soldiers of the Norman Empire in military uniforms, commoners on the streets of this city walked at a moderate speed. What impressed Zhang Tie the most was that the commoners in the streets of this city didn't walk too fast or too slow. It was the beer halls on both sides of the street. Walking on the road, every few dozen meters, one could see a beer hall's signboard swaying by the roadside. Although the war had caused the beer halls' business to be much worse than before. However, Zhang Tie could still see someone sitting inside in the daytime.
Because it was located on a plain, there were no powerful magical beasts around the city. Being sandwiched between several cities, Blapei was a city without city walls. There was no army in this city. When the Iron-Horn Army arrived at this city, the city council of Blapei immediately raised the blue-green flag and announced its dissolution. Together with the city council, the only public security team in this city also announced its dissolution. After that, the members of the parliament and the members of the security team returned to their own homes and did what they were supposed to do. As a result, after the Iron-Horn Army occupied this place, they couldn't even find a person in charge.
People who live in this city. He seemed to be doing only two things in his life, farming and drinking beer. Even with the arrival of the Iron Horn Army, their rhythm remained unchanged. The war between the Norman Empire and the Sun Dynasty had nothing to do with them, as if it had happened on another planet.
Previously, when he was in Blackhot City, Zhang Tie had heard that there was such a weird city in Andaman Alliance. After taking a short walk in the streets of this city, Zhang Tie knew that the legend about Blapei was not exaggerated at all.
As the coachman drove the carriage, he took out his flagon and gulped down the beer. Sitting at the back of the carriage, Zhang Tie could smell the fragrance of wheat in the beer.
"Sir, would you like a sip? This beer was brewed by my wife at home!" The coachman enthusiastically handed over the jug of beer.
Previously, Zhang Tie wanted to decline; however, for some reason, he suddenly thought of Freo. Liquor, cigars, and women were the favorites of that tower-like bald tough man. Zhang Tie felt a faint pain in his heart …
Taking the flagon, Zhang Tie started to gulp down the beer, causing the coachman to reveal a smile.
When the carriage arrived at the former parliament building of Blapei, Zhang Tie already smelt of beer. The fare of the carriage was only 20 copper coins. However, because Zhang Tie had praised the beer brewed by the coachman's wife, the proud coachman didn't even want to accept the fare. However, after Zhang Tie took out a silver coin and said it was for the beer, the coachman happily drove the carriage away.
In Blapei, praising a person's home-brewed beer and being willing to pay for a person's home-brewed beer was the biggest compliment to a person.
Besides some rich people's castles scattered across this city, there seemed to be no tall buildings in the entire Blapei. All the buildings were below 10 storeys. The so-called parliament building of Blapei was only a 6-storey building. Standing in front of this building, Zhang Tie glanced at it and felt that those who had retired from the Iron-Blood Camp due to battle wounds would not have good tempers, while the military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp who had killed countless people on the battlefields were all unruly. It was not the first time for Colonel Stuka to deal with military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp of the Immortal Corps. However, there were not many young military officers like Zhang Tie who could make him feel comfortable when communicating with them. The logistics department of the Immortal Corps was the department with the most profits. Many retired military officers would try their best to enter the department with the most profits and the most power. Colonel Stuka appreciated Zhang Tie's attitude of staying calm very much.
'I can't let an honest man suffer a loss! ' Colonel Stuka told himself inside.
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