Mage Veigar

Chapter 62 Killing someone with a borrowed knife

That night.

Vega led his troops to set up camp at the 4th Regiment’s base, and began to carefully read the mission details, quietly waiting for the mission to begin the day after tomorrow.

If everything goes well.

He can be certified as a true level 15 magician in 1 days and truly begin learning magic.

As long as one can become a magician, it will have a considerable impact on both one's own safety and promotion to the current official position. The military is ultimately based on personal ability, and this numerous personal abilities include military strength.

"Captain, please rest early."

The adjutant stood quietly behind Vega, looking at the late hour, and gave him a concerned instruction.

Vega put down the mission instructions and rubbed his sore eyes. "Pre-war preparations are even more important than wartime. This mission cannot go wrong no matter what. This is not only related to me personally, but also to the honor of the 3rd Regiment. This time we come to the 4th Regiment to indirectly represent the entire 3rd Regiment."

"Don't worry, Captain."

Charles said confidently: "For this guerrilla mission, the 5th Battalion has dispatched two full professionals, plus you, the captain, with three professionals, a total of more than 3 people. Even if the United Kingdom's alert level is raised, it can be easily captured. Even if the core troops of the Empire are deployed, it is impossible to have professionals in every sentry tower, let alone the United Kingdom."

"Having said that."

Veigar's eyes narrowed. "But sometimes friendly forces are more terrifying than enemies."

The adjutant looked puzzled. He obviously didn't understand what Vega meant.

Vega didn't explain too much: "Go down and rest. I hope I'm just overthinking..."

He was indeed not afraid of god-like opponents, but he was afraid of pig-like teammates. What he saw and heard about the 4th Regiment today made him deeply feel what a cannon fodder unit was and what it meant to treat organizational discipline as a joke.

From officers to soldiers.

Vega saw strong negative emotions in their eyes, including the commander of the 5th Battalion, who was polite on the surface, but his eyes were filled with deep disdain and perfunctory. Especially the two company commanders, who had already expressed their negative emotions in their actions.

This is not an army at all, but the darkest side of the Imperial Army. All the negative emotions of the entire army are gathered here. If a war breaks out, cannon fodder groups like the 4th Regiment will definitely be the first to be abandoned by the Imperial Army. Because if they are allowed to live, the probability of them treasoning and surrendering is as high as %.

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the next day.

What is supposed to come will still come.

Vega frowned early in the morning as he looked at the troops who had finished their morning training.

现在的时间是7：10分，不管在哪个部队，早餐时间都差不多是在7：10-7：40之间，但是今天早上的早餐5营的炊事组却迟迟没有送来。

To know.

The Empire's army has always been an organization with a strong sense of time. Generally speaking, there will be no delays without reason. Even if there is an unexpected incident, they will send someone to give notice in advance.

But now there is nothing.

Not only was breakfast delayed, but there wasn't even a soldier to explain the situation, as if his troops had been completely forgotten.

Vega did not take any action to accuse him.

He was waiting, waiting for breakfast time to be over.

If the other party still doesn't deliver breakfast at the last minute, it can be confirmed that one of the officers here dislikes these uninvited guests and wants to give him a warning.

Discontinued?
Vaigar never falls for this, because being cowardly once will only make your enemy more aggressive. The way to deal with a show of force is to scare the opponent with a desperate posture.

Tick ​​tick tick——

Time passed slowly, and when the minute hand passed 50, Vega moved. He gave orders to all the soldiers: "Target, 5th Battalion Cooking and Logistics Team, all forward."

Wow.

Give an order.

The core troops burst out with momentum. Holding long guns in hand, they marched with powerful steps towards the 5th Battalion's kitchen and logistics team. The soldiers who had just finished breakfast along the way were frightened by this momentum and consciously made way.

Momentum is a mysterious thing.

But it is undeniable that people who have been in high positions for a long time have a terrifying feeling in their every move. Vega's troops have received long-term systematic training and have long developed the iron-blooded style of the Imperial Army, while the soldiers of the 4th Regiment are still based on militia.

Therefore, Vega's troops moved forward in a straight line, unhindered.

This place is very close to the cooking and logistics team, so the team leader naturally noticed the movement here.

He swallowed and asked, "Captain Larba, judging from the other party's attitude, I'm afraid this matter can't be resolved peacefully. How about I give them a gift and apologize, and let this matter be put to rest?"

"Ah!"

Lalba of the 731st Company said disdainfully: "You are the head of the kitchen logistics team. You will not be scared by a group of boy scouts. Do as I say. This is the territory of the 4th Regiment. We are the masters here."

"Yes Yes……"

The short and fat body of the leader of the cooking and logistics team trembled. He forced himself to straighten his chest and walked forward, but before he took two steps, his chest shrank back again, like a timid turtle.

"Is it really okay?"

The person who walked out of the tent was the company commander of the 571st Company, Qigelin. Although the whole event was planned by Larba, he was more or less involved in it. Their two companies were closely connected, and sometimes even the battalion commander could not do anything to them.

Larba spat, "Problem? What's the problem? I'm just teaching the child a lesson on behalf of the parents. Besides, you and I know nothing about this matter. This was all planned by the fat guy himself. If the parents come to our house, what does it have to do with us?"

"Hahaha."

Zieglin smiled and said, "You are really something. Everyone says that the 5th Battalion's Rabal is strong in body but simple-minded. I think the person who said this is the real simple-minded person."

"It's not my character to suffer a loss."

Larba smiled confidently: "Others may not know my character, but don't you know? I never use my brain for things that can be solved by force. If things develop to the point where they cannot be solved by force, then I don't mind using my brain either."

"It's just pity for that fat guy."

Sieglin shook his head and laughed, "How do you think that brat will solve this matter? Should he keep calm for a while, or should he just lead the troops to teach the fat guy a lesson?"

"Does he have any other choice but to endure it?"

Larba said disdainfully: "Don't look at their aggressiveness. A half-grown child wouldn't dare to cause trouble in the 4th Regiment even if he had the courage of a bear or a leopard. He is just pretending..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Larba couldn't finish the rest of the sentence. He opened his mouth and looked into the distance...

"Hey, Lalba, are you okay?"

Ziglin looked at Larba's surprised expression in confusion, then as he spoke he looked off into the distance.

A child, or rather a young child...

At this moment, he was holding a long spear against the neck of the leader of the kitchen logistics team. A drop of hot blood dripped from the cold tip of the spear onto the ground, losing its original temperature. If it went any further, it would pierce the fragile throat.

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(End of this chapter)