Chapter 1552 Road to Promotion

Saint Satan sneered: "Just you? You're too naive!" After that, he waved the crutch in his hand, and black energy waves attacked Dorag.

Dorag dodged the energy wave with ease. He clenched his fists and emanated a powerful aura: "Wind Strangulation!" Suddenly, a fierce wind blew, and wind blades slashed towards the Satan Saint like sharp blades.

Saint Satan's expression changed slightly. He quickly activated the defense device on his body, and a layer of transparent energy shield enveloped him.

The wind blades hit the shield, making a series of harsh sounds.

In the Pers Bay, the smoke of gunpowder still filled the air and the flames of war were raging. Both sides were fighting with the belief of killing each other!

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A sense of temporary relaxation permeated the Army Logistics Base, a moment of tension after a period of intense activity. Baot had just delivered a crucial message, and now, feeling relaxed, he hummed a tuneless tune as he leisurely strolled through the streets. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, shimmering down on him, but it failed to dispel the occasional sly glint in his eyes.

"Fertman, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind, calling out his fake name.

Baot quickly turned around, his face instantly changed to a respectful expression, and he saw that it was his superior, Lieutenant General Master. Master was tall, wearing a neat military uniform, with various medals hanging on his chest, shining brightly in the sun.

"Sir!" Baot immediately gave a standard military salute, his voice loud and crisp.

Seeing this, Master smiled and waved his hand, his face showing a casual and friendly look: "Don't be so serious. You are always so rigid every time I see you." As he said that, he reached out and gently took away Baot's saluting hand, "Relax a little."

"Yes! Sir!" Although Baot responded, his body remained straight, and his eyes revealed a kind of awe for his superiors.

"Haha, you guy..." Master smiled and shook his head, looking like he couldn't do anything to him. There seemed to be some unknown meaning hidden in that smile.

"Sir, I'm on patrol. Is there anything you want me to do?" Baot lowered his head slightly and asked cautiously, but he was guessing Master's intention in his heart.

"I'm fine. There's a war going on at the front line right now, and the supplies will have to wait for a while before being delivered. Now is our most relaxing time." Master put his hands behind his back and said slowly, "Let's go to my room for a drink. After all, after the war, it's likely that you will replace me." As Master spoke, an expression of "I'm very optimistic about you" appeared on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of Baot sitting in his position in the future.

Baot kept muttering to himself, what is this guy talking about? Replace him? How can I replace him without military merit? He looked confused on the surface, but he didn't dare to show it. He just frowned slightly, and a hint of subtle panic flashed in his eyes.

Just as he was lost in thought, Master suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder. The force was neither too strong nor too weak, but it made Baot feel like a rock was pressing down on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm very happy with what you gave me. When this war is over, I'll help you accumulate enough merit for a promotion. After all, I'm old, and it's time for me to retire." Master said this, a hint of loneliness on his face, but that loneliness seemed to be mixed with a certain expectation for the future.

Baot immediately realized that the box of gold he had given him had worked. He felt a surge of joy in his heart, and his tense nerves relaxed. The serious expression on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a flattering smile.

"Sir, you are too polite. That is what I should do. You value me so much, I will work hard in the future and will never let you down!" As Baot said this, he bent down slightly, and his posture was like a loyal servant showing his loyalty to his master.

Master nodded with satisfaction, his smile growing even brighter. "Haha, I just love your cleverness. Let's go have a drink and celebrate this moment of relaxation."

The two chatted as they walked toward Master's quarters. Soldiers were walking back and forth on the street, some in a hurry, others gathered in groups of two or three to chat. Baiot followed Master, his eyes constantly observing the surroundings, his mind pondering his future plans.

"Sir, what do you think will be the final outcome of this war?" Baot deliberately found a topic, trying to get more information from Master.

Master thought for a moment and said slowly, "The outcome of this war is still hard to predict, but our army is powerful, and with the support of the Celestial Dragons, victory should only be a matter of time. However, the fighting on the front lines is also fierce, and the Revolutionary Army is not easy to deal with."

After hearing this, Baot's heart moved. He wanted to know more details about the battle on the front line, so he asked again: "Sir, what is the supply situation at the front line? Will it affect the progress of the battle?"

Master glanced at him, seemingly sensing his intentions, but he wasn't angry. He simply said, "Supplies are sufficient at the moment, but to ensure safety, we must remain cautious. Later, I'll assign you to be in charge of transporting some of the supplies. This will be a good opportunity to gain experience."

Baot was delighted. This was exactly what he wanted. He quickly said, "Thank you, sir! I will definitely complete the mission and make a contribution to the army!"

As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived in front of Master's dormitory. Master opened the door, and a faint aroma of wine filled his nostrils. The room was simply and comfortably decorated, with a large table filled with various fine wines and snacks.

"Come, sit down, you're welcome." Master greeted Baot warmly.

Baot smiled and nodded, then sat down at the table. He looked at the wine and snacks in front of him, but in his heart he was thinking whether he should take advantage of this opportunity to poison the army soldiers.