Fairy’s Box

Nicole frowned and thought about it. After a moment of silence, she raised her head abruptly and looked up pretty at the subordinates on the left and right. Her golden curly hair that reached her ears swayed slightly:

"Let's retreat, we're doing an exercise! What can you do if you bully the new army and don't run fast, and hang them all over the mountains and plains for a walk until it gets dark, maybe it's even more embarrassing! And you may miss lunch time, listen to me, let's Let’s fight together, we can lose as much as we can, and let the Governor have a general understanding of the new army and our combat effectiveness.”

Saying that, she grabbed the flag of the standard bearer beside her, and suddenly jumped to the front of the team, covering her body under the protection of a heavy shield, and charged while shouting:

"Warriors, come with me and smash their turtle shells!"

"For the honor of the guards!"

The soldiers of the guardhouse, who only had one-third of them remaining, and who were extremely aggrieved, roared in unison, and began to dash forward desperately, imitating their superiors to hold their shields in front of them.

On the top of the mountain, when he saw the guards hesitated for a moment, they quickly organized into cone formations. When it looked like they were preparing to charge by suicide, Yalei's expression changed, and he immediately informed the messenger beside him:

"Let the new army give up the formation and use the bayonet to fight head-to-head with the guards." He knew that the new army's hand-to-hand combat level was low, so he wanted to take this opportunity to observe their lower limit.

"What? Hand-to-hand combat?"

The new army commander was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly became extremely exciting when he looked at the rows of guards who were charging like a raging wave.

Regarding this kind of behavior of attacking the opponent's strengths with his own weaknesses, the commander wanted to refuse to execute it from the bottom of his heart, but it was an order from his immediate superiors.

As a last resort, he could only pull out his sword with a 'zheng' and point directly at the place at the front of the team:

"Dissipate the vindictiveness and use the bayonet!"

boom--!

Whether it was reasonable or not, the new army's response to the execution of the military order was deeply rooted. At the same time, they raised their guns at the sky and released artillery fire. Under the cover of a dazzling white light and a roar of air, they disbanded into small groups and swept towards the guardhouse in an encircling formation. military.

Soon, the previous scene of harvesting rice was repeated again, but this time, the new army that was cut was mainly trained in formation and formation, and their level of hand-to-hand combat was even lower than that of mercenaries. opponent.

"Hahahaha! You are courting death!"

The female knight did not expect that this group of people would actually raise bayonets to counter-charge, but she would not miss this kind of good thing that fell from the sky, and immediately laughed wildly and swung the shield like a tiger, and threw the new people wherever she went. The army smashed to and fro.

"Kill these canned soldiers!"

The guards shouted and faced the new army, raised their shield and slapped the attacking bayonet, and slid sideways along the gun body to the enemy, and the short sword stabbed the opponent's abdomen at the same time - so clean that there was no any extra action.

The new soldier didn't even have time to accept the reality of his death. He looked at his "wound", then looked at the other side blankly, and asked in disbelief:

"I am dead?"

"Yes, you are dead."

The Wei Suojun nodded solemnly and waited patiently for a few seconds. Seeing that he was still staring at him in a daze, he couldn't help but slapped the opponent's helmet with a sword and scolded:

"Standing still when you're dead, you don't understand the rules at all, you @#%&!"

The hand-to-hand battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour. The formation of the new army had been completely dissipated, and even began to be surrounded by the guards. Although relying on the will to fight and the superiority of the number of people, there were occasional signs of pushing back, but the overall situation was over. .

"Sure enough, it can't be melee combat!"

Yale stared at the new army that was actually defeated by the third guard army, and couldn't help sighing for them. It seemed that it was really dangerous for him to rely on them to deal with the Highland Kingdom.

However, after all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and you can't expect to rely on one arm to deal with any battle situation. Being able to see the weaknesses of the new army and the complementary advantages of the Weisuo army, this exercise is enough for him.

"Inform all commanders that the exercise is over, and I am satisfied."

The black-haired knight gave an order to the messenger, then he looked away from the battlefield and walked quickly to another high platform opposite.

There, Pompey seemed to be lost in thought, holding the wooden guardrail in front of him with both hands, his hair and beard ruffled by the morning wind, his eyes slightly closed, staring at the gradually subsided battle without moving.

"Master, what do you think of my new army?" He walked behind the other party, patted the old man on the shoulder and asked,

"Your Excellency the Governor."

Only then did Pompey wake up from his contemplation, bowed slightly apologetically, and said with joy:

"This is a new type of army with obvious weaknesses and advantages. It has fully utilized the performance of rapid-fire guns to the extreme. I think, with the cooperation of the Weisuo Army, they will definitely make the Highland Kingdom suffer."

"Hahaha... Then, every period of time in the future, let's organize exercises to cooperate with each other." Yalei looked at the two troops who were supporting each other and gradually withdrawing from the battlefield, and made a decision happily.

"Your Excellency the Governor, the new army and the guards are on the right track. The administrative system of the Governor's House still needs your attention." The old man hadn't forgotten another thing, and immediately took this opportunity to urge him.

"In your opinion, how do you plan to start?"

The black-haired knight waved at the warrior below and asked casually.

"The establishment of an administrative system naturally requires officials, and the Celts lack talents of the corresponding quality, so they can be recruited from all over the country. I think the governor can open the door wide, attract talented people into the governor's palace, and let them do it for you. handle government affairs."

Pompey looked at his back and answered calmly.

"How to absorb it?" Yale looked back at him.

"Of course it is to pass the exam, and it is a lot of tests, but for those who have administrative experience, we can relax the requirements."

"No...no..."

The black-haired knight narrowed his eyes, put down his right hand with a dignified expression, slowly shook his head and said:

"The Celtic natives were born and died for us, but the Governor's Palace found a group of outsiders to rule them. It's fine in a short time, but what do you think they will think when it's a long time?"

"This……"

The old man frowned and was speechless for a while.

"Let's do it... Roughly do as you said, but to relax the requirements for the Celtic natives, at least there must be at least ordinary natives in the Governor's Palace to ease conflicts. In terms of administration, I don't require their talents. As high as it takes to maintain a well-functioning system."

Yale slowly turned around, strode to Pompey's side, and said:

"I want to gain the long-term loyalty of the new army and a large rear that can provide high-quality soldiers. Everything is for the army. I hope you can understand what I mean."

"I see."

Pompeo could naturally understand what he meant. Isn't it just for the sake of maintaining stability and sacrificing a little administrative efficiency? It's understandable.

"All aspects of the Weisuo army have stabilized now. You can leave it alone and concentrate on this matter. When you are ready, give me a draft first."

The black-haired knight gave a brief explanation, then waved forward and signaled a messenger to come over: "Notify the purchasing officer, prepare more meat at noon today, and all the two armies will have extra meals."

"As ordered!"

The messenger bowed excitedly, turned around quickly, and ran down the mountain.

...

Inside the humble wooden house, Aisha wrapped herself in a blanket like a silkworm cocoon, and rolled from the wooden bed to the floor. Her body spasmed one after another, and her pupils murmured subconsciously:

"Medicine...give me medicine!"

Not far from her, lay an empty glass bottle, the cork was broken into seven pieces, the white powder inside had been exhausted, and it was so clean that even if it was filled with water, it could not flush out any drug residue.

This is the punishment for the laxity and arrogance of the tree elf during this period of time by John's gang, and the self-initiated punishment-temporarily cut off the supply of medicine.

After a long time, the terrible pain of the drug addiction attacked her spirit again, her whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and she even lost most of her thinking ability.

Aisha kept struggling and squirming on the floor, her fingernails rubbing against the plank, leaving large messy and distorted patterns, and she let out intermittent and unconscious growls.

She could feel that there were ants crawling in her bones, and her internal organs seemed to have burrowed into a loach, twisting cruelly.

The body trembled uncontrollably, and the spasmodic muscles frantically tortured the tree elf's fragile nerves.

dong dong dong——!

There was a knock on the door, followed by Arcia's voice:

"Miss Elsa, are you there?"

"A... Ercia!"

The tree elf managed to open her eyes, and her mind suddenly regained some clarity. She miraculously suppressed the pain of the drug addiction and stumbled down in front of the vanity mirror.

Before she could feel sad for her haggard face, Aisha quickly put on light makeup for herself, took a deep breath, forced a smile, and then got up and opened the door a little:

"Good morning, Arcia."

"Good morning, Miss Aisha, I have made arrangements for your work, and I will let you enter the Governor's Mansion after a while."

The blond boy had fine sweat on his forehead, and said excitedly with a hint of joy: "Today Yale is not here, I specially took the time to come and tell you the good news."

Compared with that day, the tree elf at this moment seemed to be suddenly seriously ill. There was no blood on her face, and she had to hold on to the door frame to support her body.

Aisha smiled reluctantly, then bent down, worried that the makeup would not be able to hide her haggardness, so she hid half of her face behind the door panel, and said with a trembling voice:

"Thank you, I'm a little uncomfortable today. If possible, I'll thank you another day... OK?"

"I'll take you to the hospital!" Arcia said anxiously.

"It doesn't matter, I have already taken the medicine as the doctor ordered, as long as I have a quiet sleep." The tree elf felt annoyed for a while, she tilted her head, let the loose strands of hair slide down, and covered the other half Pale cheeks.

"In that case... I won't bother you anymore."

The blond boy glanced at her hesitantly, only to feel that the other party's vitality was weak, but there was no danger to his life, so he left in disappointment.

After watching the other party go away, Aisha immediately closed the door, her heart throbbing irregularly, but fortunately she held on to this moment, otherwise the other party would definitely see the clue.

Now, what I have to do is to spread this good news to those people.

...

Disgusting body odor, vulgar roars, the muffled sound of wine glasses, **** breasts, breasts, **** women, muscular, shouting burly men. This pub is one of the worst in the Southern Celts. It can be said that it is a completely filthy place. Anyone who likes clean, fresh, and quiet people can't stand such an environment.

But at this moment, the tree elf couldn't care so much anymore, so even though he opened the door, he was so smoky that he wanted to vomit. The troublesome lively table, walked quickly to the bar of the pub.

"I want to see Mr. Scarecrow." Elsa said with difficulty, holding onto the dirty bar.

"It's you, are you lucky, sir, just go in and wait."

The bartender glanced at her, took out a room key from under the bar, and threw it away.

"thanks."

The tree elf thanked softly, then quickly stepped up the stairs, unlocked the lock with the key, walked into the agreed room, and huddled in the corner waiting for the arrival of the other party.

I don't know if it was intentional to torture her for a while, but the gentleman opened the door belatedly after half an hour:

"What, is there a result?"

"Yes, Arcia will arrange for me to enter the Governor's Mansion in a few days. At that time, I will have a chance to get close to that person! So, please give me medicine, I can't stand it anymore!" Elsa trembled all over. replied.

"It's almost there."

The other party seemed to have something to do, so he didn't talk nonsense to her, so he took out a glass bottle from his jacket pocket and threw it on the floor: "Do things carefully, or you will look good next time."

With a simple threat, he quickly left the room.

"medicine!"

There was a bang in the tree elf's mind, and immediately rushed out like a beast of prey, grabbed the glass bottle that fell on the floor, hurriedly opened the cork, and took a deep breath at the mouth of the bottle.

The white powder enters the blood from the nasal mucosa and acts on the central nervous system. In the first minute, the body does not feel any sensation. Suddenly, there is an ecstatic comfort.

Aisha lay unconsciously on the floor, but she trembled slightly in joy in front of her. She was extremely satisfied, and roamed peacefully in the blissful cloud.

The medicinal effect lasted for five hours, and the tree elf seemed to have experienced a rebirth from **** to heaven. She was full of energy and excitement. She had not supplemented any nutrition all day, nor did she feel hungry.

After gradually regaining consciousness, Aisha knelt on the floor and took care of her hair, then got up and walked into the bathroom next to her. What was reflected in the mirror was the most beautiful moment of her life.