Chapter 1066: Decision to Grant Title
"First of all, the first thing is about the defense of the fortress and the management and protection of the surrounding resource extraction points."
"During this period of time, I randomly selected a few places to take a look. Overall, they are doing very well. If I were to deploy them directly, I might not be able to do as well as you do."
"Recognize the merits of the more than 10,000 soldiers of the Fourth, Fifth, and Ninth Battalions."
"Thank you, Lord." The three of them stood up and answered.
After the three of them sat down again, Weilin began to tell the second story.
"Following the Praying Star Camp, the Ice Sword Camp, and the Blue Veil Camp, I am going to give the Fourth Camp and the Fifth Camp their own unique names, which will serve as your camp names."
Hearing this, Greg and Dosius showed excitement in their eyes.
They have waited too long for this day.
Ever since the battle to seize the other world, they have been waiting for a reply from their master, and now they have finally got what they wanted.
As for Midya, there was a look of envy in his eyes. It was unknown whether he would live to see the day when the Ninth Battalion would receive its exclusive title.
"Gather as many troops as possible while maintaining basic defense. I will confer titles upon you in seven days."
"Yes, my lord."
Greg and Docius both stood up and answered excitedly.
"Midia stay for a moment, you two can go first."
"Yes."
When the door closed, only Weilin and Midya were left in the meeting room.
Weilin crossed his hands, rested his head on them, looked at Midya, and asked with a smile: "How do you feel after nearly thirty years of being a general?"
"My lord, I felt a little overwhelmed at first, but after some instruction from Grand Steward Baird, I gradually adapted and gained some experience." Hearing this, Medea replied respectfully.
"Hahaha, there are only two of us here, no need to be so serious."
"By the way, have you been busy lately?"
"Very relaxing."
"That's just right."
Weilin took out two bottles of luminous wine and a set of wine glasses from the space equipment and placed them on the table. He poured two glasses, glanced at the table, and motioned for the other party to take first.
Seeing this, Midya picked up the wine glass near the outside with both hands and waited for instructions.
Seeing this, Weilin picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Midya's. Then he took a sip and said, "I remember that I haven't talked to you alone for a long time."
Hearing this, Midia drank half a glass of wine and nodded silently.
"To be honest, my understanding of you is very limited, but I do know a little."
"Today, let's take advantage of this time to have an open chat. Just say whatever you want to say. Don't worry about each other's identities."
Midya bowed his head slightly and said, "That is an offense, Lord."
"Haha, I said that we don't need to care about the difference in status between the two parties today, so there is no reason to break my promise, just say it."
After finishing speaking, Weilin took a sip of wine and motioned for Midya to start telling the story.
Over the next three hours, Midya talked a lot, but toward the end, Weilin felt a little dizzy and didn't hear much.
However, through this conversation, I got to know Media more deeply.
There are two words to describe him: hardworking and diligent.
Because of his humble background and the lack of anyone to guide him, he had to rely on himself for everything.
He practiced hard day and night, and finally fought for his life in the selection battle and got the opportunity to join the guard team.
Before entering the gray fog space to explore, he also risked his life to gain the position of battalion commander.
In the initial process of military management, in order to gain experience, he did not hesitate to ask questions and communicated with officers and soldiers every day to gain experience.
The word genius does not apply to Medea.
He has no outstanding talents, no extraordinary wisdom, and no noble status.
After some communication, Weilin admired this fighter who had risen from a serf even more.
With his current identity and experience, ordinary people would certainly not be able to empathize with the other party, but he has more than just this identity and experience.
After Medea left, Weilin shook his head, and when he regained consciousness, he opened the demiplane passage and went in.
Looking at the Tree of Life right in front of him, Weilin raised his head and looked at the trace of the star and waved at it.
Upon discovering its owner's trace, Xing fell to the ground and ran over happily on four legs.
"I really want to. The master will definitely give me wine again."
As he was thinking, when he got closer, Weilin pressed Xing to the ground, used her as a cushion, and began to sleep.
Xing lay on the grass on her side, smelling the alcohol on her master's body, then looking at him sleeping, feeling like crying but unable to cry.
It wants wine, not the smell of wine.
"Why don't you just leave the master here?"
When this thought came to mind, Xing quickly shook his head and rejected it.
It is definitely not afraid that its owner will beat it after waking up, but it is afraid that its owner will not sleep well.
"Yes, that must be the case. I am the master's favorite pet. Other mounts and pets don't have wine, but I do. If this isn't love, then what is it?"
After convincing himself, Xing closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the dream, Xing fell into a boundless sea of wine, swimming around excitedly, occasionally sticking out his tongue and greedily licking the fragrant wine.
Before he knew it, Weilin's hair was covered in mucus.
The next morning, Weilin woke up slowly, raised his hand slowly, touched his face, and felt a sticky feeling on his fingertips.
He looked at the transparent liquid in his hand with confusion on his face. Before he could come to his senses, a red tongue stretched out.
"It's delicious!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Weilin took a deep look at the star lying under him, and lifted it up expressionlessly.
Feeling his body shaking, Xing opened his eyes drowsily. When he saw his master holding him up, his sleepiness disappeared and he suddenly became panic-stricken.
"Master, I can explain!" Xing twisted his body and said loudly.
It's over. I didn't get the wine, and now it has to be thrown away. I should have known not to sleep while smelling the alcohol on the owner.
"To explain is to cover up, and to cover up is to make up a story."
"Just let me throw it once, or I'll pin you to the ground and beat you right now."
After hearing this, Xing, who was still trying to argue, immediately shut his mouth and dared not speak anymore.
Seeing this, Weilin threw the star out with force.
Looking at the stars that turned into stars, Weilin felt much more comfortable. He waved his hand to remove the mucus on his head, opened the demiplane passage, and walked out.
Next time, I must not drink so much when no one is around.
……
Outside the fortress on the shore of Pink Lake, more than 4,000 soldiers from the 4th and 5th battalions stood in neat formations with guns and swords, staring upwards. A murderous aura filled the air.
The wind blew past, lifting the corners of the soldiers' clothes, making rustling sounds.
Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Weilin climbed onto the makeshift platform.
