Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

"Why don't you give it a try? Maybe they'll be willing!" Lu Ye suggested.

Hawkins looked at the two of them with a disappointed expression.

"Why bother sucking? Why not just flick that big tongue up?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ye and Ye Zhou immediately admitted defeat.

But thinking about it carefully, it's actually quite exciting!

Use your tongue to lick clean the groove along the spine, the narrow crevice behind a woman's waist where the wine has accumulated...

Tsk! Vulgar!

I can't even stand the thought of it!

After the three men gathered at the table and commented on the girls at the bar, they all went to get more drinks and returned for another round of comments.

After going back and forth several times, the wine glasses on the table were almost piled up into a small mountain.

Lu Ye's alcohol tolerance is pretty good. At a high school graduation reunion, the boys in the class tried to show off in front of the girls by having a drinking contest.

Lu Ye was forced to participate, but in the end he was the only man left in the KTV who hadn't gone to the bathroom or fainted on the sofa; he was just feeling dizzy.

But at that time we were drinking Bluebird beer.

Unlike this bar, which mainly serves polka dots, whiskey, and mixed cocktails.

The three of them had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and after chatting for a while, Lu Ye started to get down to business.

"By the way, do you know where the post office is nearby?"

"The post office?" Hawkins was taken aback.

"Well, I plan to stay here for a while," Lu Ye said. "I want to send a letter home to let my family know I'm safe."

“Oh, that’s true,” Ye Zhou said. “I remember there was a large post office to the southeast of the port, but it would take at least two months to deliver it from Leiden to the East.”

“There’s a post office up north, but there’s a faster way,” Hawkins said. “Go to the docks and find those freight carriers. They have their own cars and routes, and those things are much faster than the post office’s horse-drawn carriages, but they’re also more expensive.”

"It's okay, I'm just here to have fun anyway, what's a little longer?" Lu Ye waved his hand.

“It’s time to have some fun,” Hawkins suddenly sighed. “After all, we might not have another chance.”

"What do you mean?"

"We just got back to the camp today and heard some damn good news from the front: the central front has fallen, and our men have retreated about ten kilometers. The Malayan area has been occupied by the Northeast Allied Forces," Ye Zhou interjected.

“If this continues, the southern front will fall,” Hawkins said. “Those things called ‘mechs’ are terrifying. It would take at least two squads to deal with them, and it would have to be a surprise attack. On the main battlefield, apart from standard armor-piercing weapons, nothing can do against them.”

"Really? It seems quite dangerous," Lu Ye said.

“We’ll probably be sent to the front lines soon too,” Hawkins said, taking a swig of his drink.

“Who knows? I’ve been through a major battle on the Velas Ridge in the west,” Ye Zhou said. “On the battlefield, survival largely depends on luck, whether you run one more or one less step, or where you are in the formation… bullets don’t have eyes.”

The two soldiers drank their wine, their expressions somewhat lonely.

Anyone would feel bad in this situation.

It would be better if the two sides were evenly matched or if there was hope of a comeback.

Even if you die, your blood won't be shed in vain; your teammates will step over your corpse and continue charging into battle.

However, the enemy's weapons are too advanced, and continuing like this would likely just be a pointless suicide.

You stand here firing dozens of bullets, and you might only manage to create some bullet holes and sparks on the armored vehicle, then the other person turns around and kills you...

When your teammates see that your arm has been blown off, your stomach has a hole the size of a bowl, and your weapon is no longer effective against the enemy... let alone stepping over your corpse to continue fighting, it's already a lot of courage that they didn't turn around and run away. If they had a good friend, they might have risked their life to run over and tear off your dog tag, or take some severed arm or leg back to your family as a keepsake...

No matter what, this is just too frustrating.

After chatting for a while, Lu Ye and Hawkins said goodbye when it was almost 11 o'clock.

The two of them, tipsy, said they finally had a day off and wanted to drink a little longer.

This is what is meant by drowning one's sorrows in alcohol, but sometimes it only adds to the sorrow.

Walking on the street in the light rain, Lu Ye's slight drunkenness subsided considerably.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

Looking up, they found themselves in front of the post office Ye Zhou had mentioned.

Chapter 54 Letter

The post office here seems to be open all day; there are people on duty around the clock.

Pushing open the mosaic glass door, warm yellow light filled the hall, where there were only a few people.

Lu Ye stepped inside.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"Excuse me, can I send my mail anywhere from here?"

"Of course, as long as the address is accurate and usable, it will be fine, but the fees will be higher in remote areas."

“Really?” Lu Ye took out an envelope. “Please mail this letter for me, thank you.”

"it is good……"

The young man took the letter and suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

"Wait, you haven't filled in the recipient or the mailing address yet."

"Oh dear, I forgot, the email address I used before... I'll just send it here."

Lu Ye picked up the pen on the counter and scribbled something down.

"Such a short distance?" The deliveryman looked at the address in surprise. "We'll still charge you the original price, okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Some things are just not easy to say face to face!"

"I see...it should arrive tomorrow." The deliveryman nodded.

"Tomorrow?" Lu Ye smiled. "That's too slow. It might arrive tonight."

at night?

We don't deliver packages at night!

Seeing the deliveryman's bewildered look, Lu Ye placed the money on the counter and turned to leave.

Less than a minute after Lu Ye left, a tall figure flashed in.

He showed his identification.

"Military personnel, please cooperate with us."

The young man at the front desk nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

That's a genuine military identification document.

In Leiden, the consequences of hindering soldiers from carrying out their duties are quite serious.

A moment later, soldiers in civilian clothes left the post office and came to the shade of the eaves.

"How is it?" someone whispered in the darkness.

"I'll go and hand this letter over to the colonel. You stay with that kid."

"Yes!"

…………

A light drizzle fell, dense and fine.

Inside the military camp, a window high up in the building was still lit with a warm yellow light.

"poison?!"

"Don't be so loud," the colonel sighed. "My ears hurt."

"That kid gave you poison, Colonel!"

Dietfried could hardly believe his ears.

Is this still the same cautious colonel?

"Don't rush, we're not sure yet if it's really poison," the colonel said slowly.

What if it's true?

Dietfried's face turned ashen; if the colonel were to get into trouble because of this, his chances of promotion would be over.

His superior was poisoned to death, and as his subordinate, he naturally couldn't escape responsibility.

"There is an antidote."

The boss placed a blue capsule on the table.

“Never seen it before,” Dietfried said.

“Me too, that’s why I was skeptical of what that kid said,” the colonel said. “One a week, that’s what he told me.”

"Anyway, don't worry too much. He's just trying to find ways to keep me in check, and he's succeeded." The colonel sighed. "If it were before, I would have really taken the gamble to see if it was real poison, but I didn't dare to gamble, and he knew I didn't dare to gamble... because I can't afford to gamble now."

"So, that kid wants to feel safe, so he gave you poison?"

"Pretty much. It's mainly a matter of trust. I wanted to kill him before... Would you trust someone who once wanted to kill you?"

"of course not."

"That's right. Right now, our interests are aligned, so he won't betray us."

The colonel spoke with absolute certainty.

Just then.

There was a rapid knocking at the door.

“Who?!” Dietfrey asked.

A deep male voice came from outside the door.

"Colonel, I've intercepted a letter!"