Chapter 1057

"First of all, the first thing is about the fortress defense and the management and protection of the surrounding resource extraction points."

"During this period, I randomly selected a few places to visit. Generally speaking, the work was very good. If I were to deploy directly, I might not be as good as you."

"For the more than 10,000 soldiers of the 4th, 5th and 9th Battalions, a meritorious service will be recorded."

"Thank you, Lord." The three of them stood up and replied.

After the three of them sat down again, Weilin began to tell the second story.

"Following Qixing Camp, Bingjian Camp and Lansha Camp, I am going to give the fourth and fifth battalions exclusive names as your camp numbers."

After hearing this, Greg and Dorsius both showed excitement in their eyes.

They have been waiting for this day for too long.

They have been waiting for an answer from their master since the battle in another world, and now they have gotten their wish.

As for Midea, there was a look of envy in his eyes, and he didn't know if he could see the day when the Ninth Battalion received its exclusive title.

"While maintaining basic defense, assemble the troops as much as possible, and I will award you the title in seven days."

"Yes, Lord."

Greg and Dorsius stood up and answered excitedly.

"Media will stay for a moment, you two can go first."

"yes."

After the door was closed, Verin and Media were left alone in the conference room.

Verin crossed his hands, put his head on them, looked at Media, and asked with a smile: "How does it feel to have been a general for nearly thirty years?"

"Returning to the lord, I felt a little at a loss at first. After some guidance from Chief Baird, I gradually got used to it and gained some experience." After hearing this, Midea replied respectfully.

"Hahaha, it's just the two of us here, there's no need to be so serious."

"By the way, have you been busy lately?"

"Very relaxing."

"That's just right."

Verin took out two bottles of luminous wine and a set of wine utensils from the space equipment and placed them on the table. He poured two glasses, looked at the table, and motioned for the other party to take them first.

Seeing this, Media picked up the wine glass near the outside with both hands and waited for instructions.

Seeing this, Weilin picked up the wine glass, took the initiative to touch it with Media, then took a sip and said, "I remember that I haven't talked to you alone for a long time."

Hearing this, Midea drank half a glass of wine and nodded silently.

"To be honest, my knowledge of you is very limited, but I know a little bit."

"Let's take advantage of this time today to talk openly. You can say whatever you want without caring about our identities."

Media lowered his head slightly and said, "That's offensive, Lord."

"Haha, I said you don't need to care about the identity gap between the two parties today, so there is no reason to break your promise. Just say it."

After finishing speaking, Verin took a sip of wine and motioned for Media to start telling.

In the next three hours, Midea talked a lot, but at the end, Verin felt a little dizzy and didn't listen much.

However, through this conversation, I got to know Media more deeply.

Two words to describe him are hard work and diligence.

Because of his humble background and no one to guide him, he had to rely on himself for everything.

After practicing hard day and night, he finally risked his life in the selection battle and got the chance to join the guard.

Before entering the gray fog space to explore, he also fought with his life to obtain the position of battalion commander.

In the initial process of running the army, in order to gain experience, I was not ashamed to ask questions and communicated with officers and soldiers every day to gain experience.

The word genius does not apply to Midea.

He has no outstanding talents, no extraordinary wisdom, and no noble status.

After some exchanges, Verin became more and more appreciative of the struggler who stood up from a serf in front of him.

With his current identity and experience, ordinary people would definitely not be able to empathize with him, but he is more than just this identity and experience.

After Media left, Verin shook his head. When he regained consciousness, he opened the demiplane passage and got in.

Looking at the Tree of Life right in front of him, Verin raised his head and looked at the traces of stars, and waved to it.

Upon discovering the trace of his master, Xing Luo came to the ground and ran over happily on four legs.

"I really think the master will give me wine again."

After thinking about it, when he got closer, Weilin directly pressed Xing to the ground, used it as a flesh pad, and began to sleep.

Xing lay on his side on the grass, smelling the smell of alcohol on his master's body, and then looked at his sleeping appearance, feeling like he was about to cry.

It wants the wine, not the smell of the wine.

"How about leaving the master here."

After this idea came up, Xing quickly shook his head and rejected it.

It is definitely not afraid that the owner will beat it after waking up, but it is afraid that the owner will not sleep well.

"Yes, that must be the case. I am the owner's favorite pet. None of the other mounts or pets have wine. I am the only one who does. This is not what love is."

After convincing himself, Xing closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the dream, Xing fell into an endless ocean of wine, cruising excitedly, sticking out his tongue from time to time, and greedily licking the fragrant wine.

Before he knew it, Verin's hair was covered in slime.

The next morning, Wei Lin woke up leisurely, slowly raised his hand and touched his face, feeling a sticky feeling on his fingertips.

He looked at the transparent liquid in his hand with confusion, and before he could recover, a red tongue stuck out.

"It smells so good!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Weilin took a deep look at Xing lying under him, and lifted him up expressionlessly.

Feeling the shaking of his body, Xing opened his eyes dazedly. When he saw that his master was holding him up, his sleepiness dissipated and he suddenly became panic-stricken.

"Master, I can explain!" Xing twisted his body and said loudly.

It's over. He didn't get the wine, and now he has to be thrown out. I shouldn't have slept when I smelled the wine on his master.

"Explanation is covering up, and covering up is making up stories."

"Just let me throw it once, otherwise I will press you to the ground and beat you now."

Hearing this, Xing, who still wanted to quibble, immediately shut up and dared not speak again.

Seeing this, Weilin threw Xing out with force.

Looking at Xing who turned into a star, Weilin felt much more comfortable. He waved his hand to remove the mucus on his head, opened the half-plane channel, and walked out.

Next time, he must not drink so much wine when no one is around.

…

Outside the Pink Lake fortress, more than 4,000 soldiers from the 4th and 5th battalions lined up with guns and swords, staring upwards, and a solemn atmosphere filled the air.

The wind whistled past, lifting the corners of the soldiers' clothes and making a rustling sound.

Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, Weilin climbed onto the temporary platform.

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