Locke didn't know how he survived the battle. He only knew that when he woke up again, he was at the foot of an eight-metre-high pile of corpses. A slightly childish looking young man with messy yellow hair had saved him. Locke told Solon that the young man was called Cain. He was the same age as him, but he joined the army a year later.
This was the first time Locke and Cain met. At that time, Cain didn't know that Locke was still alive. He was just a soldier on the battlefield. He was ordered by an unknown soldier to gather the dead soldiers together for cremation. Locke was just a corpse to be cremated.
Fortunately, Locke didn't die. He just fainted from excessive blood loss. At that time, Locke, who was weak and on the verge of death, was pulled back by half a chestnut cake from Cain. Since then, Locke and Kane had survived the bloody battle of Gordon Heights, which was feared by the world.
Later, Locke finally remembered how he survived. In the end, the remaining dozen or so people were attacked by hundreds of knights. The people in the front row were thrown up by tall spears, and the people in the back had their limbs crushed by the vigorous warhorses. In the nick of time, Locke suddenly hugged a soldier who was scared silly by the impending death and rushed in the direction of the enemy's warhorse. He lifted the soldier directly above him to bear the force of the warhorse's trampling. The scapegoat acted as a buffer, so Locke didn't die immediately. However, Locke also had a few ribs broken. He held on to his will to survive and pulled the corpses around him. After covering himself with them, he finally lost consciousness.
Framing a comrade was a capital crime, especially in the barracks. If found out, he would be dismembered and his family would be enslaved for generations. So, Locke let the matter rot in his heart and didn't tell anyone. It was only after that battle that Locke Zheng had truly matured. He didn't have any psychological trauma about it. In that case, everyone would die anyway. Why couldn't he exchange other people's lives for his own?
After that battle, Locke's gains were not only more mature, but also a follower like Cain. Cain was a beggar from a small town in the province of Tyr. He joined the army because he couldn't survive the drought. His unit was broken up, and even if he returned to his own regiment, he would be reduced to cannon fodder. So, he followed Locke from then on.
After the battle, Locke found Yoshk's team. Only Yoshk, Karl and Locke were left in the ten-man team. It was during that war that Yoshk was promoted to platoon jarl, Karl was promoted to deputy platoon jarl, and Locke was promoted to second-rate jarl. Locke saw that Kane was thin and smart, so he made him the scout of the squad. After that war, all the squads were severely reduced, and members of other squads were added to Locke's squad. The iron triangle of Locke, Hans, and Kane was formed at that time.
At the end of the story, Master Solon sighed with emotion, or Locke was immersed in his memories, but the tent fell into a brief moment of reminiscence. As for the part where Locke escaped from the siege of the Wolf Warriors, he only said that he escaped by hiding in a pile of corpses. He didn't go into details. This matter would only rot in Locke's heart and would never be uncovered.
Clap, clap, clap … Young Master Solon clapped his hands after a brief silence. "Not bad. No wonder you can make a name for yourself in the camp. You are indeed capable and courageous. The annihilation of the Wolf Warriors in the Gordon Highlands shocked Faustian, Shalor, and the surrounding countries. I didn't expect a nobody like you to be involved in this war. "
"The battlefield I was in was just a battle between a division under the Wolf Warriors and Lion. You flatter me, Master." It wasn't Locke's first time in the officialdom. He used these kinds of pleasantries one after another to show the image of a capable and humble subordinate in front of Solon.
"Well, it's already very good that you can do this. Tell me, why are you looking for me this time?" asked Solon as he squinted his eyes. But this time, the question was even more powerful, and it was also more real.
Locke immediately bowed and cupped his fists. He said in a deep voice, "I hope to be able to follow Master Solon in the future war and go into battle with you." This was the result of Suzanne's analysis last night. Since the new army was used by Solon to build a team, Solon must play the role of a jarl and commander. At this time, Locke didn't need an official position. He just needed to show his loyalty. Solon believed that Solon would not mistreat him.
"Well, I know about your matter. Since you've chosen to follow me, there will be benefits for you. This redsea flower is a little helpful for absorbing impetus. It's no longer useful to me. Cut a branch and bring it back when you leave. It can be placed around to speed up the cultivation of impetus. Of course, you can grind it into juice and drink it. You can eat it raw, but it doesn't taste very good. This is enough for you for three days. " Solon was obviously happy to have a powerful and quick-witted subordinate to serve him. He pointed at a coral-like red plant on the shelf on the left and said without hesitation.
"Thank you, Master Solon." Although Solon didn't say anything explicitly, he had given away all the treasures that were helpful for the cultivation of impetus.
Locke walked to the redsea flower, picked up a pocket-sized knife next to it, and cut a branch along the edge of the index finger. Although Solon said that this thing was useless to him, there were a lot of cut marks on the redsea flower. He guessed that Solon used it often, so it wasn't completely useless to him. Locke didn't dare to act rashly. He only took a small branch and respectfully retreated to the side.
"Well, I'll accept your wine. I'm going to rest." "It's been a long time. Solon is a little tired and wants to rest for a while, so he sent Locke off. Locke didn't dare to disturb him anymore. His purpose had been achieved, so he left Solon's tent.
Locke walked to his team's tent in a good mood. He planned to spend the night in the camp. After all, he couldn't go out every night. It wouldn't be good if he didn't return. He only dared to be so brazen when he was a platoon jarl. Suzanne had already told him last night that there was no need to wait for him. Locke would visit her in two days.
At noon, the sound of soldiers training could be heard from time to time in the camp. It was almost time to set off. Every squad jarl began to train his soldiers. Of course, smart people like Locke were the most active at this time.
The atmosphere in the dark green tent in the middle of the camp was quiet. Sitting at the head of the tent was a middle-aged man with brown hair and a dark beard. He had a mature temperament and was tall and straight. Cardoj was 40 years old this year. His high position and extraordinary strength made the others in the tent feel a lot of pressure. No one dared to make a sound before the baron spoke.
There were a total of ten people in the tent. Sitting at the head of the tent was the calm Cardoj. On his left was the large and famous cavalry jarl Wyr. On his right was the calm Solon. Behind them were the six platoon jarls, including Yoshk. The nine of them sat around a long table in the tent, with Cardoj at the head of the table. Behind the baron was an old man in a butler's uniform. He looked to be in his fifties. The old butler had been serving the baron for so many years, so no one dared to look down on him.
"Attack the city of Farlans in five days. The military has issued a death order to all the divisions. We must meet in Entil in two months, so the siege of Farlans must be finished as soon as possible. Cashel has already been contacted." As soon as the baron spoke, he gave the mission of the meeting, and his unquestionable tone made it impossible for anyone to refute.
"It seems that the military is also anxious. After all, Gale is almost at Eilis, but we, Falcon, haven't even seen Entil," said Mond, the platoon jarl of 1st Platoon. The one who spoke was Mond, the platoon leader of the 1st Platoon. Unlike Yoshk, who served as a platoon leader with experience and bravery, Mond relied on his intelligence and wisdom. He was the baron's think tank. Only he dared to speak like this in front of the baron.
"Yes, the two corps have been at loggerheads for a long time. This time, Gale has taken the lead. It would be strange if the military isn't anxious," Wyr echoed.
After breaking through the Felmo Grand Canyon a few months ago, Shalor was like a naked lamb exposed to the Faustian cavalry. The three corps were divided into three routes to attack the hinterland of Shalor. Gale took the front, Lion took the middle, and Falcon took the back.
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