Lively barracks

Brother Cain, Brother Hans, Luo... Luo... Brother Locke... He... Outside... "Cain and Hans, who were still chatting in the tent, were suddenly interrupted by Phelps who barged in.

"Phelps, what are you talking about?" Hans asked with a frown. After the battle with the Blood Red, all of the original ten-man team, including Cain, who often liked to joke with Cain, and Peter, who had always been honest and dutiful, had died. Now, only Cain, Hans, and Fayr, who had always been a servant soldier, were left in the original team of eleven.

Hans and Cain still took good care of their old brothers. Phelps was a recruit who had just joined the army for less than half a year. Because of their friendship, Hans and Cain made an exception and promoted him to a third-rate soldier after they were appointed as acting platoon jarls. Now, only the three of them had a good relationship with the 4th Platoon, which only existed in name.

Although Gulas, who had gone to the black market with Locke, survived, he was now no different from a cripple without a leg. The baron's transport team had already planned to bring Gulas back to Cardoj next month. He didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky to be able to return to his hometown alive, although he had lost a leg.

Hans knew that Cain had always been brooding about Locke risking his life to let them escape, so in the barracks, Hans forbade his soldiers from talking about Locke. They only needed to hide their brotherhood in their hearts. There was no need to make a fuss every day and add to their sadness.

It wasn't that Hans was cold-blooded. Hans and Locke actually had the deepest relationship. They grew up together and fought together since they first joined the army. If Hans said that he was the one who had blocked the most blows for Locke, no one would dare to say that they were the first. Hans was an introverted person. He usually spoke very little, but he was the one who did the most. Hans was the one who had helped Suzanne the most.

"Brother Locke, he... He... He's outside! "Phil gasped for breath as he finally finished his sentence. He ran all the way from the front to the back camp. Coupled with the constant speed, his face was red, not knowing whether it was because he was tired or excited.

Cain and Hans were stunned and looked at each other in shock. Cain grabbed Phelps by the collar and asked excitedly, "What did you say? Say it again! Where is Brother Locke? "

"He's... Outside! Cough, cough, cough! " Poor Phil was almost unable to catch his breath due to Kane's sudden movement. He hurriedly pointed outside the tent and said.

"Nuts!" "Nuts!" Kicking over the debris blocking the way, the two of them ran straight out.

"Brother Locke, how are you still alive!"

"Brother Locke, where did you go?"

"Brother Locke, is it really you?"

"Brother Locke, what are you wearing?"

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At this time, Locke was surrounded by enthusiastic soldiers. Although they had lost more than half of their brothers, there were still more than two hundred of them alive. Including the cavalry platoon, the number of survivors was not a small number. What's more, almost all the soldiers in the camp had rushed out. Locke, who was wearing beast fur, was almost suffocated by the crowd.

Kane and Hans were the last to arrive as they were staying in the rear tent that was specially provided for Squadron Leaders. When they arrived, they saw a scene of hundreds of soldiers surrounding two savages wearing animal furs and greeting them in a bustling manner. From the face and familiar voice of one of the savages, the two of them recognized at a glance that it was their brother Locke!

Locke also saw Kane and Hans standing outside the crowd. Looking at the familiar faces of his two brothers, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

There was not much communication between the men. They could understand each other's feelings with just a look and an expression. Kane and Hans were shocked and surprised to see their brothers again, and Locke also enjoyed the joy of reunion.

The atmosphere at the scene was very warm. Locke had always had a good reputation in the camp. In addition, the soldiers who survived the last battle privately said that Locke died to protect his subordinates and Master Solon. All the soldiers in the camp respected Locke's actions.

In this hierarchical society, it was really rare to see an officer like Locke who would sacrifice for his subordinates. Which soldier didn't want their officer to be like Locke? Which soldier didn't want to have a brother like Locke? Now, Locke's prestige among the ordinary soldiers in the camp had unknowingly reached its peak.

"What are you arguing about?" Mond and Cardoj walked over from a distance. Mond shouted at the noisy soldiers impatiently.

Most of the soldiers here were from his 1st Platoon. It was no wonder that Mond didn't look too good.

Hearing their officer's reprimand, coupled with the fact that Cardoj, who didn't show his emotions on his face, the soldiers calmed down. However, no one could hide their excitement that Locke was still alive.

Mond and Cardoj walked unhurriedly towards the place where the soldiers were gathered. The soldiers who passed by unconsciously made way for them. "What the hell happened?" asked Cardoj. Monte murmured. He really couldn't figure out what the group of lads were doing in the middle of the day. On the way here, he occasionally heard words like 'Locke', 'in the camp', and 'still alive', but he didn't make any connections.

Locke and Angelina gradually appeared in the crowd in front of Mond and Cardoj. Mond was just wondering why there were two savages in the camp, but when one of them raised his head and revealed his relatively thin face, Mond felt as if something was stuck in his throat. His mouth was wide open and he couldn't say a word.

"Hello, Lord Baron! Hello, Uncle Mond! I'm back! "Locke raised his head and greeted Mond and Cardoj who were walking over.

Cardoj didn't pay attention to Locke. Instead, he stared at the other stranger whose hand Locke was holding.

The barracks was very lively today, as if they were celebrating the new year. Every soldier's face was more or less filled with a little happiness. Under the baron's instructions, the chef of the logistics department even set up a banquet in the barracks. Apart from the lack of wine, it was completely like celebrating the new year.

In the central tent of the barracks, Yoshk, Karl, Locke, Hans, Kane and a few other newly promoted platoon jarls were gathered around a table and chatting happily.

Locke was currently talking to Yoshk and Karl about how he had spent the past month or so. Yoshk and Karl also told him about the major events that had happened in their barracks in the past month. Kane, Hans and the others also chimed in from time to time.

In addition to Kane and Hans, who were considered to be newly promoted platoon jarls, there were three other newly promoted platoon jarls here, all of whom were promoted by the baron in the past month. Although the barracks had suffered heavy losses, the baron could still recruit a new batch of soldiers as long as he carried out another round of conscription in the territory. However, it wasn't so easy to recruit sergeants. These newly promoted platoon jarls, including Kane and Hans, were discovered by the baron because they had some skills.

Yoshk was sent by the baron to lead the soldiers to take care of the affairs of the transport team during the day, while Karl was stationed in the town outside the barracks. Coincidentally, when Locke entered the barracks, he missed Karl who was stationed outside. Both of them rushed back after being notified by the baron.

Not long after, Cardoj and Sauron walked into the tent.

Cardoj's usual serious and calm face was different. As soon as he entered the tent, he showed a friendly smile and greeted everyone in the tent.

Solon's expression was rather awkward. He had already received the news that Locke would return at noon, but he had delayed seeing Locke until now because he had a knot in his heart.

Wyr and Mond didn't come. Except for a few newly promoted platoon jarls who were puzzled, the rest were used to it and roughly knew the reason.

Angelina wasn't by Locke's side at this time. She was now closely protected by a high-rank Knecht in the baron's central tent, and there was even a platoon of cavalrymen on standby outside. With such protective measures, it wouldn't be easy for Locke to see Angelina even if he wanted to.

As for Mond, he was sent by the baron to deliver a letter to the frontline military headquarters. The baron's old butler also went along with him. What kind of message could it be that needed two low-rank Knechts to deliver?

The dinner went very well. Everyone expressed heartfelt joy and happiness for Locke's return. Cardoj's battalion had suffered too many losses this time, and no one wanted to lose another brother or comrade.

After dinner, Cardoj and Locke had a private conversation. The baron's attitude was so friendly that Locke was flattered. In his eyes, the baron had always been mysterious, dignified, and dignified. When had he ever spoken to him so casually?

The content of the conversation was nothing more than asking Locke to keep Angelina's deeds a secret and affirmation of Locke's merits.

Locke secretly told Cardoj about Angelina's identity as soon as he met him at noon. In fact, there was no need for him to tell him. Cardoj was a smart person and had already guessed it. After receiving Locke's affirmation, the baron really treated Angelina like an ancestor. Cardoj sent all the high-grade items in the camp to Angelina's tent. He even sent his most elite cavalrymen to surround the tent where Angelina lived.

In addition to worshiping Angelina like a god, Cardoj was also very kind to Locke. The group of soldiers in the camp didn't notice, but the observant Cardoj didn't. Locke had been holding Angelina's hand at that time. Coupled with the intimacy between the two, how could Cardoj not know that there was something fishy going on?

Although it was very absurd for a commoner boy to be with the most distinguished woman in Faustian, any nobleman with a brain would never believe that anything good would happen between the two. However, Cardoj wasn't an ordinary person. He wouldn't underestimate anyone. For this commoner boy who came from his territory and was personally nurtured by him, it was definitely right for Cardoj to extend an olive branch to him.

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