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“This kind of potion, which is suitable for magicians to condense their mental power, is not available in the Corps headquarters.” The Fatty Corps leader said awkwardly.
Magician? Condensing mental power? What does this have to do with me, a knight practicing fighting spirit, why did Angelina suggest this?
Or recalling who Locke, the low-level sergeant, heard these two potions from, the Fatty Corps Commander said with difficulty, “This potion can also greatly improve the knights, but only the Eagle Legion It’s only available in the logistics department of the headquarters. If you need it, I can get it for you.” The fat man’s commander looked like he had suffered a heavy loss.
Seeing a regiment leader in this state, Locke doesn’t know that the ‘Will Condensation Potion’ is more precious than the ‘Johnson Potion’. Don’t take advantage of it, you bastard. If you miss this store, you won’t know it in the future. When will he be able to get this kind of medicine? Locke gritted his teeth and did not hesitate to make the regiment commander hate him. He decisively agreed, “Then thank you, Lord George!”
Locke promised to be happy, but it was painful for the Fatty Corps Commander. This time he not only suffered from bleeding, but also cut off a piece of his flesh. Although he is so fat, it doesn’t matter if he loses two pieces of meat.
At night, the joint military camp of the Eagle Legion and the Lion Legion was lit up. There were torches and patrolling soldiers everywhere.
With a regiment commander like George taking the lead, of course the green light was given, and there were no inquiries from the soldiers about the people who were crossing the barracks. The fat man’s corps commander’s physique is his passport. There may be only one corps commander with such an astonishing tonnage among the two major legions.
The fortress composed of 70,000 people is still very large. Along the way, there are continuous military tents. Each ten-meter-high military tent represents at least the military tent of a ten-man team. After calculation, there are at least 7,000 military tents here.
Of course, there’s more. A squadron leader like Locke also has his own small military tent.
In addition to the large military tent, Locke was also impressed by the fortifications and horse defenses outside the military tent. Several giant catapults and siege hammers that only a few people could hold together were parked quietly in the corner of this huge military camp.
Locke only passed through a small area. He couldn’t believe how many such siege weapons there were in the entire Eagle Legion and Lion Legion.
Rows of sharp and strong horses stood outside the military camp. This should be to prevent the Charlo mermaids in the surrounded royal capital from breaking through.
Locke could not imagine how many horses and how many manpower and material resources it would take to completely surround a large city with nearly 100,000 residents.
In the past, Locke was just an ordinary soldier. He had seen these things before, but he had not thought about them deeply. What he struggled for every day was not to die in the next day’s battle. He only needed to A dinner of brown bread will satisfy you.
Now standing from the perspective of the squadron leader, with Baron Kedozi and even a regiment commander chatting next to him, Locke couldn’t help but look deeper and think further.
Perhaps seeing Locke staring intently at the rows of horses standing outside the military camp in the distance, George, the commander of the Fat Man Corps, introduced: “These horses spent a lot of effort and drove away 80,000 Xia. The Erluo slaves and the entire Eagle Legion logistics corps took a month to complete.”
The captain of the Fat Man Corps couldn’t help showing a sense of pride in his words. This was a huge city of 100,000 people, and it was surrounded by fortifications and troops.
What Locke was thinking about was the 80,000 Charlot slaves, which were actually more than the total number of the Eagle Legion and the Lion Legion. In this way, they were captured by Faustin’s army wearing armor and holding sharp swords. Is it due to the strength of Faustin’s army or the cowardice of the Charlot people?
Locke has a strong sense of worry, otherwise he would not have decisively joined the army before the food at home was finished to give his parents and sister a way to survive. He is also a character who does whatever he thinks of. Next to him, Captain George is still chatting with Baron Kaidozi, but Locke is thinking about improving his strength at this time.
He does not want to be like the Charlo people who were enslaved by them in the future, being driven like cattle and sheep.
Now that he has thought this way, Locke becomes even more confident in the next attempt to rip him off. George, the fat man’s commander who was still bragging, didn’t realize that the next situation might be more than just bloodletting and flesh cutting.
A sudden shiver came. The Fatty Corps Commander looked around and found nothing strange. He then boasted to Baron Kaidozi about his great achievements.
George discovered that Locke was a dull person who spoke very little, while his superior, Baron Kedozi, was talkative. As expected, George became enthusiastic about Baron Kedozy. In his opinion, it was more cost-effective to befriend Baron Kedozy than to befriend Locke, because after all, Locke was still a soldier under Baron Kedozy.
Baron Kedozi was very flattered by Captain George’s enthusiasm. His only upper-level relationship was the Marquis Sandro. He only met some of the other great nobles at the prince’s last dinner, but none of them were very close. Familiarity is just to let others know that there is such a person as him.
The Fat Man Corps Commander’s initiative to strike up a conversation made Baron Kaidozi see a threshold for approaching the upper-class nobles of Faustin. To be honest, Baron Kaidozi was not a talkative person. Anyone who knew him knew that this was a A cold and rational nobleman.
But after becoming purposeful, the Baron of Kedozi also changed from aloof to talkative. During the chat with George, the two of them burst into hearty smiles from time to time.
Not long after, we arrived at the place. The Legion Logistics Department of the Eagle Legion is no better than the Legion Logistics Department of the Second Corps. The glamor here is much more courageous than that of the Second Corps.
The four-meter-high and six-meter-wide gate is much brighter than the small courtyard of the Corps Logistics Department.
It is already eight or nine o’clock at night, but the place is still quite lively. In addition to a lot of people coming and going, there are also three or two carriages entering and leaving the gate from time to time.
Captain George stopped joking with Baron Kaidozi and led Locke and the others towards the gate of the Eagle Legion Logistics Office.
Although it was night, the light in the courtyard was surprisingly good. Not only were there torches surrounding it, but there were also several huge braziers in the center for lighting.
Captain George used to make a lot of noise when he walked, but now, as if to show his arrival and show off his aura, the ground trembled even more as the commander of the corps walked.
Of course, the effect has been achieved. Many soldiers or officers who saw the arrival of Captain George came up to say hello. After all, Commander George is also the second-ranked senior member of the Eagle Legion besides the Legion Commander and Deputy Legion Commander.
Captain George seemed to enjoy this feeling of stars overlapping the moon. He just said a faint “hmm” to others’ greetings to express his understanding, and then led Locke and others into a warehouse-like place inside. .
There are many warehouses here. Captain George led them to a warehouse that was relatively remote, but was surrounded by several torches and arrow towers.
A group of people in the logistics department were left looking curiously at Locke and others who were following behind Captain George. No one has ever seen these people, not to mention Locke and Yoshak, even Baron Kaidozi, with his father-in-law as the backer, Marquis Sandro, has not been to the Legion Logistics Office a few times.
The warehouse is not as bright as the outside, and the light is relatively dark, making it difficult for people to see what is there. However, there are always soldiers coming in and pushing things like small carts to transport items, letting people know There is also popularity here.
In addition to the soldiers transporting items, Locke also felt several obscure auras here that were far beyond the logistics department of the corps. They were all mid-level attendants and above. It would not be surprising to have a high-level attendant Locke. After all, this is the Eagle Legion. The logistics department is the lifeblood of supply for the entire army.
He walked to a counter on the left side of the warehouse and said, “Pete! Old Pete! Come out!” Commander George patted the counter familiarly and shouted at a curtain behind the counter.
The people were not kept waiting for long. The curtain was soon lifted, and an old man with silver hair walked out from behind the curtain. The old man was very cleanly dressed and behaved meticulously, which reminded Locke of Baron Kedozi’s butler John.
“What’s the matter? It’s so late and you, Commander George, are still here.” The silver-haired old man said to the fat man’s commander with a smile.
“Of course I came here when I have something to do!” The fat man’s eyes widened, but it was not threatening, but rather joking. It seemed that he had a good relationship with the silver-haired old man.
“Say, what do you need?” The silver-haired old man Pete also saw that George was leading the group of people behind him to get something.
“A ‘will-condensing potion’!” The fat on his face trembled a few times, and the fat man’s commander said these words with difficulty.
The silver-haired old man opened his eyes wide, stared at the fat man’s commander and said, “George, I didn’t hear that there was a magician in your family?” The silver-haired old man did not add the word “corps leader”, but Calling George by his first name, it seems that his true identity is not much lower than George, the commander of the corps.
The leader of the Fat Man Corps grinned awkwardly and explained, “This is to support a junior with good potential~” George even called Locke a ‘junior’. This was to tell Locke, don’t forget it when you become rich in the future. This ‘elder’.
Pete looked at the people behind George, and only the young-looking Locke could bear the word ‘junior’. Only Locke here was under 30 years old.
After looking at Locke for a few times, as if he wanted to remember such a person, the silver-haired old man rang the bell and shouted into the door curtain behind him, “Fina! Go to area B to get a blue potion!”
“Got it!” A female voice came from inside.
Soon, a blond woman with blue eyes came out from behind the curtain, holding a small wooden box the length of a palm in her hand, and handed it to the silver-haired old man.
After getting it, the silver-haired old man did not give it to George immediately. Instead, he took out a notebook and handed it to Fina beside him. He turned to George and said, “You have to think carefully, what does this mean?” Your salary for three months is gone!”
“I know, I know, where does all this nonsense come from!” The fat man’s commander waved his hand, interrupting what Peter said next, “What kind of salary do I need to rely on?” As if to keep up his face, George said harshly.
When he thought about what this corps leader’s family was doing, Peter felt relieved. This was indeed a man who was not short of money.
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I had something to do in the afternoon and evening, so I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to update in time, so I posted today’s post in the morning.