The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

One day in early June 1923 in the divine calendar, Elizabeth routinely came to the weapons warehouse near Osmanthus City to inspect the new weapons that had just been put into the warehouse.

The 168th Battalion is still training in the training camp of Rurik Kingdom. For more than a year, they have put forward a lot of opinions and suggestions for new weapons, and the new army of elves has gradually begun to take shape.

What just arrived at the end of last month is a batch of weapons that have been improved and finalized according to the feedback of the 168th Brigade, and they will be distributed to various units for trial.

Elizabeth's storage list was carefully read there, while thinking about how to distribute these weapons.

Henry and the others stood a little further apart than before. Since Charles left, Elizabeth has become like a mother who has entered menopause overnight. A little thing can make her furious.

For the past two days, the kitchen has made soup with golden-skinned chicken, Shouwu, Angelica, Rehmannia glutinosa, Paeonia lactiflora, peach kernel, turmeric, safflower, Chuanxiong, and honey for Elizabeth to drink every day, which seems to have some effect.

Suddenly, Elizabeth shouted loudly: "What's going on with this batch of weapons? Why don't I know?!"

Henry and the others immediately became nervous. If these long-range weapons were just a matter of procedures, it would be easy to handle. If they leaked out to the people through black channels, or even into the hands of the enemy, the consequences would be disastrous.

The head of the warehouse tremblingly took out the transfer order and receipt for the recent weapon application and put it in front of Elizabeth. If there is an accident under the weapon, he will be finished.

According to the process, when each unit receives this batch of new weapons, the staff first makes a plan, Elizabeth confirms and signs it, and then the logistics department approves it. For large quantities, Elizabeth needs to personally review and sign, and each unit and department will go to the warehouse to pick it up after getting the transfer order. weapons, and hand in the transfer order and receipt at the same time.

It's just that Elizabeth was very interested in this batch of weapons, so she asked her to look at the weapons even if they didn't need her review, but she didn't know that there was a batch of weapons coming out of the warehouse.

Elizabeth quickly found the transfer note and receipt that she didn't know about, and she was stunned there.

When the staff made plans, they left a batch of weapons for the 168th Brigade, which Elizabeth personally ordered to add.

This is to take into account that in case the battle situation changes, the 168th Brigade can immediately use the Dragon Air to quickly pull people back, and pick up weapons here to go to the battlefield.

The one who received these weapons was Charles McGarden of the 168th Battalion Commando Unit.

For more than a year, Charles' organizational relationship was still in the 168th Brigade. He was only seconded to the staff department as a trainee staff officer. In addition, Elizabeth planned to stay with Charles to continue teaching after he returned, so he did not go through the retirement formalities for him. Therefore, it is theoretically no problem for him to receive weapons belonging to the 168th Brigade.

"Dixon..." Elizabeth suddenly thought of whose handwriting it was.

Dixon did it well, and Elizabeth couldn't do anything about it.

After reading the list of weapons on the receipt written by Charles again, Elizabeth was relieved, at least she was not worried that Charles would be easily killed.

She murmured in a low voice, "I hope Charles doesn't make a big mess."

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Charles sneezed, wiped his nose, and thought to himself, "It must be my sister who is thinking of me again."

A few days ago, Elizabeth gave Charles a train ticket, and he took the car to a fortress on the northwest side of the Elf Sea of ​​Trees.

The road here is not easy to walk. Basically, there are no human merchants. Only people from nearby small towns come to do some small business with the elves garrison.

Charles was quite famous in the army. When the fortress guards checked his passport, they found out that he was the legendary His Royal Highness Charles, and immediately took him back to the barracks and asked him to talk about the war in the south.

The kindness was hard to come by. That night, Charles gave a briefing in the fortress. The next day, he took a few days' worth of dry food from the elf soldiers and set off on the road.

Now Charles was walking down the road to town with some hapless pheasants hanging from his waist.

This is the land of a country called Saarland.

Unlike the five countries that started to centralize power in the north, the human state in the south is relatively loose, with many domestic princes, and the king's power is not large.

In addition, there are many countries in the south, not only smaller kingdoms, but also duchies of many dukes. It looks a bit like a world in Grimm's fairy tales and Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales where princesses walk all over the place and there are many knights like dogs.

Charles' first stop when he walked out of the sea of ​​elf trees was a viscount's town. There are many farmlands around this town. The main income is hunting monsters in the nearby forest and making leather. It is a typical town in this world.

Summer is the season when adventurers are active. Charles came to the tavern of the Adventurer's Union in the town, sold the pheasant to the boss, and then kept one for the boss to cook for him.

A chicken has two days of legs, but only one leg when cooked.

Charles didn't care, because the missing leg was the processing fee for the boss.

Of course, Charles used a southern accent when talking to the boss. If he used the northern accent on his territory, the chicken would lose its legs and wings when cooked.

It's not yet lunch time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There are not many adventurers in the tavern, and there is not much news.

After eating the chicken, Charles decided to go to the Adventurer's Guild to see if there was any task of escorting the caravan. What he needed most right now was this kind of job that could rub the car and get money.

He now only has a few coins he got from selling chickens. He opened his room tonight and slept, and it will be gone after breakfast tomorrow.

He didn't want to sleep in the stables, although it would save money. But the situation there is very complicated, maybe the chastity is lost in it.

There are many quests on the quest wall of the Adventurer's Guild, most of which are merchants buying monster skins and magic crystals, and most of the rest are escorting convoy quests issued by fur merchants.

Perhaps because there is an elf fortress nearby, there are no high-priced ferocious beasts around, which makes Charles a little disappointed.

He soon settled on a caravan **** mission. The journey took five to six days, during which he stopped at a mountain village for a day, and the destination was Saarbrücken, the capital of Saarland Kingdom. However, the caravan requires at least a level 10 adventurer.

He is now fortunate that he gained a wave of reputation outside Qiqiu City and raised his adventurer level to level 14. Those caravans don't need one or two levels of newbies, and they will have to trouble a round.

Charles handed the task list and the adventurer card to the aunt at the counter. After the aunt registered it, she gave him a note and asked him to take the note to the north of the city to find the caravan.

With a note, it means that this is a qualified adventurer from the Adventurer's Guild, not some kind of cat or dog on the side of the road.