That night, gulee was going to take dudean out to eat and drink. But fitter called him to introduce him to everyone. He also got to know the other people in the ninth row. There were 48 people in total. With the Deputy platoon commander and platoon leader, there were 50 people in total.
There is no division in the queue here. Unlike the boot camp, there is no squad leader. Usually, the Deputy platoon commander hunt is in charge of the work. Only those who need to make up their minds can they find fitter.
There were all males in the line. After a meal and wine in the evening, dudean was integrated into the small group. Gulee drank too much, and he said the embarrassing thing about breaking his wrist. While talking, he patted dudean on the shoulder, vaguely, and said something about admiration. Only then did he know that the rough looking man, in fact, knew that he lost to himself, not because his hand was fast, but because his strength was not as good as himself. It was just because of his face that he was embarrassed to admit it.
Under gulee's wine words, other people know that dudean, who looks completely unlike a power warrior, actually wins gulee by breaking his wrist. This gulee is also one of the top ten characters in the queue. If he only competes with his strength, he can win him no more than five fingers. For a while, Du Dean has become a little famous person in the queue. His strength is respected everywhere, especially in the army.
By the end of the dinner, many people had already quit the banquet, while others were drunk and fell into tents.
Dudean took gulee away and sent him back to his tent. Then he went outside and found a quiet place. The lights were dim. His easy-going smile on his face gradually disappeared. He looked up quietly at the night scene, the clouds and the moon in the distance, and the vast land and the river that divided the land in the dark.
"Where are you..." He muttered to himself.
After a long time, the trance and emptiness in dudean's eyes suddenly converged and his eyes flashed. At this time, a voice came from behind him, "why don't you go to rest so late?" Sound familiar. It's fitter.
Seeing fitter coming with a bottle of wine, he said with a smile, "platoon leader, are you still up?"
"Can't sleep." Fitter, smiling, glancing at the direction in which he had been facing, sighed, and said, "homesick?"
Dudean shook his head slightly. "My home is no longer there."
Fitter was stunned, but he didn't say anything like sorry. He just kept silent for a moment, then patted dudean on the shoulder, handed him the wine, and said with a smile, "come on, drink with me. If you get drunk, you will have no worries."
"That's true." Dudean laughed and took a couple of drinks.
"I can drink in these two days, but I can't drink any more the day after tomorrow, because I have just defeated trolls before, and they won't invade these days, so they can take a breath." Fitter laughed.
"Why don't they come back?" he asked curiously
"Every time a troll invades, it will be at least seven days apart. This rule has lasted for decades." Fitter laughed.
Du Di'an suddenly frowned and said, "but is there any risk in this way? If they attack continuously and we are so careless, won't we be unprepared and totally defeated at that time?"
"You think too much." Fitter took the wine in his hand, looked up and took two mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth and said, "if there is a trend in the front of the Fangfeng camp, we will know one day in advance if the troll attacks. Therefore, there is almost no case of troll raiding. Even if the troll avoids the storm camp and raids outside the war god wall, we can respond in time. Even if we are drunk, the military medical camp has distributed a lot to us Once the war starts, the drunk will wake up immediately after taking one of them. It can also refresh your spirits! "
Du Di'an suddenly, it seems that he has been thinking too much. The Ares wall has been able to stand for hundreds of years. The defense here has long been like an iron wall, and many accidents have been eliminated.
"Tomorrow I'll send someone to familiarize you with the artillery. Master it as soon as possible before the next war, and work hard." Fitter said, patting dudean on the shoulder.
Dudean nodded. "Thank you, platoon leader."
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can call hunt or come to me directly." Fitter smiles, hands the wine to dudean, turns and waves away.
Dudean took a look at the bottle in his hand, looked up and fell down. He felt a slight fever in his throat, but he was not drunk. He sighed in his heart. With his current constitution, it is very difficult to get drunk. His body's digestion of alcohol is too fast and uncontrolled.
"Maybe I'm drunk, maybe they're all drunk." Dudean murmured, looking into the distance, suddenly threw the bottle of wine, as if to throw out all the depression in his heart, but after all, what he threw out was only the bottle of wine, the bottle without wine.
The next day.
Dudean and the veterans called by fitter learned how to operate artillery. In the evening, gulee found the opportunity to take him to dinner and compensate him.
When they strolled to the largest and only food street in the artillery regiment, Du Dean found that the food street was similar to the food street in the city. It was full of stalls for eating and drinking, as well as the service taverns for color and fragrance. On many signs of the food street shops, you can see a common flag. After asking gulee, they knew that the flag represented a count and nobleman in the Empire.The Earls in the Empire are not at the same level as the Earls in the Great Wall. It can be said that the nobles in the Empire are the real nobles. Most of the nobles in the great wall are the descendants left by their ancestors in the wall. They have no difference from the common people in the Empire and have no rights.
"The noble's business is on the wall of the frontier defense God of war..." Seeing this food street, dudean felt that the slime of the Empire had been corrupted and scattered all over the place.
After dinner, gulee wants to take dudean to the bar to relieve his boredom. However, he is rejected by him. Dudean has little demand for women. Besides, he has someone worthy of his life.
Gulee seemed to be hungry and thirsty. Seeing that dudean would not go, gulee could only tell him the route to go back, and then he ran away in a hurry.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, dudean left the food street and looked around with perspective, looking at the artillery regiment, as well as various places of the artillery regiment. Through perspective, he found that the strength of the artillery regiment was beyond his imagination. Just in a few barracks near the food street, he could see the vigorous heat reaction. There were seven abysses. This was not the whole strength of the artillery battalion.
"It seems that all the powerful ones have been sent to the frontier defense. If Aristotle went to the Empire for ten years, would he come to serve in the frontier defense?" Dudean thought.
He restrained his breath more carefully, hid his constitution, and did not dare to get close to these abysses. If the other party had the ability to see through, he would surely see the situation in his body. Obviously, in such a large border battlefield, the perceiver who must have the ability of perspective is another matter. He can only pray that he will not be so unlucky and keep a low profile as far as possible.
However, this is not a long-term plan, or we have to find out the troll situation as soon as possible and leave here.
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