Fairy’s Box

"This parchment is actually from General Casper!" Yale, who was guilty of guilt, broke out in a cold sweat, looked at his chest subconsciously, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

Although I can barely remember the content of the notes, there are still many sentences that are ambiguous in context due to scribbled behavior. It's better to take this opportunity to return things, see General Casper, and maybe have the opportunity to ask in person!

Bet! It's a big deal to get a military stick!

"Hello? From the beginning, your expression has been very strange, could it be...?" Garth narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I did pick up the parchment, but I didn't know it belonged to General Casper." The black-haired knight whispered.

"Isn't it just a parchment roll, is there anything good in it?" Annette touched the top of her few heads, immersed in the pain of balding, and could hardly extricate herself.

"Let's talk when I get back. Captain, I'll go out and return the parchment first." Yale greeted Master Chief Jerein and walked out of the tent holding the parchment:

"The parchment is here, I found it!"

"That's right, you are the one I'm looking for!"

"Huh?" The black-haired knight was stunned for a moment, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

"He was the one who picked up the parchment roll, take this kid to receive the reward!" The military police captain waved his hand, and the two left and right stepped forward directly.

"This stance, whether to lead the reward or lead the death." Snake looked at the direction of the disappearance of several people, and pondered thoughtfully.

"What a crow's mouth!"

Coronkaxia had just taken off one of his stinky boots when he smashed him in the face.

...

In the coach's tent, General Casper leaned back against the big map and sat upright like an iron tower, with a fierce look in his eyes, and snorted coldly:

"You stole my marching notes?"

"Definitely not stealing!" With sweat on his face, Yale argued to himself: "The wind blew it under my shoes, I picked it up and took a look, but I was attracted by the content and couldn't stop at all. "

"Really?"

"It really is!"

"Sophistry!" Kasper raised his bull's eye and slapped the long case in front of him with his palm. The ground shook for a while: "I know that the parchment roll has an owner, but I still don't pick it up and return it. Isn't it stealing?"

"...Whatever you say." The black-haired knight rationally gave up his defense.

"In that case, drag him down."

Seeing the frankness he admitted, the red-haired coach stroked his beard with satisfaction and shouted sharply: "The electric baton is longer and thicker, and hit me hard! This kid has a thick skin, don't be merciful, beat him to the death! beat!"

"As ordered."

The military police officers looked at each other, feeling slightly relieved, and directly took Yale out of the account.

There are a lot of unspoken rules in the military camp, especially the military police officer who is known as the executioner in the army. Of course, it depends on the commander's wink. Take stick punishment as an example, no matter how serious the tone is, as long as the order is bold and lengthened, there is room for it.

As far as the military police are concerned, there is no old or new grudge with the black-haired knight. On the contrary, they have a little friendship, and naturally they are more reluctant to beat him so badly. They used their skillful strength, and the sticks made a loud noise, but there was no strength on the body.

Of course, Yalei was very clear in his heart, and he hugged his head and screamed in cooperation.

Because General Casper didn't order how many sticks to hit, the gendarmerie didn't dare to stop, and they beat violently for almost half an hour before they heard a call to stop from the main tent:

"Okay, okay, that's it, bring him in."

"Yes!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

...

Returning to the account, Major General Casper seemed to remain angry, staring at the disgraced Dark Knight for a while before saying, "You said you couldn't stop watching?"

"Yeah, yeah." Yale wiped his nosebleed and nodded vigorously.

"How much do you remember?"

"Most remember."

"real?"

"real!"

"In that case, I'll test you." Major General Casper looked at him suspiciously, and after careful consideration, he asked: "If there are insufficient supplies during the march, what should I do as a commander?"

"Find a way to replace it with other materials on the spot. If not, you should use deceptive means to cover up the truth. If it is impossible to cover up, the coach should share weal and woe with the soldiers..."

The black-haired knight quickly flipped through the memories in his mind, and talked about it in a dismal manner. He even remembered the examples given in the marching diary and General Casper's comment below:

"...General Delos had been marching through the uninhabited deserts of the East, and he and his men were suffering from extreme thirst. At that time, a soldier handed him a little water in a helmet. He was in front of everyone. He threw the water on the ground on the ground. (The following is a comment) His practice has played a greater role in the example of his subordinates to persevere and persevere to the end, than the role of sharing this water with everyone. !"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the red-haired coach, the anger on his face gradually faded, and the corners of his lips even turned up slightly: "That's right, I'll test you again. If you encounter a strong enemy, how to divide the opponent's energy?"

"To alienate the relationship between generals and the monarch, alienate the relationship between counselors and generals, alienate the relationship between generals and generals, alienate the relationship between classes and classes. Good at using fakes to confuse the enemy's judgment, in order to trick the enemy into doing what you want The things he does... don't care about the gains and losses of one city and one pool..."

"If the enemy is surrounded by our army, what should you do?"

"To curb the untimely desire to fight | hope, try to play hard, and try to avoid the tendency of trapped beasts to fight."

"After a series of major defeats, the military's heart is fluctuating, what should I do?"

"Incite bestiality, promise benefits, suppress with severe punishment, and vent hatred."

"Hahaha, well said!" Kasper was full of brows and laughed, "I said why the notes disappeared for a day, it turned out that someone picked it up and studied hard... Well, you are a student of the obelisk's first class. ?"

"Report to General, the 122nd class has not graduated yet." Yale replied with a smile on his face.

"I am the second in the 119th class."

"Report to the general, I am also the second seat."

"I stayed in the Black Seat back then."

"Report to the general, me too."

"It's such a coincidence..." Kasper raised his eyebrows, watching the black-haired knight suddenly become silent, and his face gradually showed an expression of joy and anger.

Seeing his strange expression, Yale was afraid that he would be dragged out and beaten again. It would be a small shame and a big deal, so he quickly said: "Report to the general, I am not very good at speaking! If there is something wrong, I have been beaten just now. It's gone!"

"Forget it."

The red-haired coach waved his hand dejectedly, and said lightly: "The sheepskin roll is my hard work for more than ten years. You can keep it. If there is a chance, I will find a chance to test you in the future."