Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 428
"Has the oil been applied to the armor?"

Hearing this question, Corporal Finn hurriedly agreed, and then smeared the anti-magic ointment on the steel armor with more force.

In this open space on the edge of the school grounds, many soldiers of the Central Army are busy with similar things - some people are sweating profusely sharpening their long swords, and some people are checking the armor pieces on the scales one by one. , and others are testing the sturdiness of the halberd.

Here is the preparation area for the much-anticipated "Tumubao Military Exercise Competition".

In this competition held on the front line, warriors from the Eastern Army of the Empire, the Central Army and the Frost Maple Ridge will represent their troops in a showdown on the school ground to strengthen the reputation of the Empire;

Except for those fierce men who participated in the competition, the lower-level soldiers of each army assumed the responsibility of assisting the contestants in preparing their weapons before the official start of the competition.

Corporal Finn, who belongs to the [-]rd Company of the [-]th Brigade of the Imperial Central Army, was lucky today. He was chosen to be responsible for anointing the armor of the Central Army players-compared to sharpening swords and tidying up scales, this work project does not require much effort. and skills, but play a very important role:
According to the practice of imperial military competition, both sides of the competition are not allowed to use magic.

——But one of the great qualities of human beings is that they will take advantage of the rules:
The rules do not allow the use of magic, so I use magic items with enchantments, right?

It is precisely in order to prevent some wicked and smoking contestants from using weapons with vicious spells on the field, so all the equipment of imperial warriors must be smeared on the surface to block the power of the elements before the competition. Special ointment - This ointment designed by the Mage Academy is named "Fark Oil" because of its strong restraint on magic.

Although "Fake oil" is extremely expensive and short-lived, it cannot be applied to the military on a large scale, but it is suitable for the occasion of the competition in the public.

The person in charge of this preparation area is a major battalion commander who has been newly appointed by Commander Grant in the Central Army.Corporal Finn was still burying his head in anointing the giant breastplate in his arms. The Central Army major was already smoking a cigar, pacing to Finn and asking:
"Finn, are you ready here?"

"This one is still missing! It'll be fine soon!" Finn reported loudly, wiping the surface of the armor with a rag desperately.

"Don't be in a hurry, work slowly and work hard. There is still some time before the competition officially starts, and the players haven't come to put on their equipment..." The major squinted at the stone sundial not far away, and shrugged, "You are working hard. Seriously, it's the right one to ask you for help... at least you're more reliable than the Captain Greenspan of your company."

"Thank you!" Finn replied hastily, "but Captain Greenspan is a nice guy..."

"People are very good, so I was beaten up, and I can't get out of bed now." The major snorted coldly.

Finn fell into an awkward silence.

The major of the Central Army watched him apply oil for a while, and made a soft "uh" sound. He narrowed his eyes and looked left and right. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he took off the cigar in his mouth and squatted down in front of Finn. .

"Young man, give you some advice..." The major stared at Finn who was a little overwhelmed, and said solemnly, "If you want to stay in the Central Army, you must learn to find a suitable backer. You are in the team. You've been doing well, I can mention to Commander Grant, transfer you to another company to be a captain or something... That Greenspan guy, because of this drinking and trouble, he got a number on Commander Grant. He also offended the Igor family... You should also know about the recent political situation in the Empire. Even if Greenspan is injured, his character will not have any future in the army - you continue to follow Being a follower behind him will ruin your life."

Finn lowered his head, the shiny armor shell reflecting his youthful face.

He gritted his teeth, raised his head and said:

"Mr. Major...I appreciate your kindness, but...but I'm still willing to continue to follow Captain Greenspan."

The major narrowed his eyes and put the cigar back in his mouth again.he asks:
"Why? Compared to a qualified officer, the alcohol content of Greenspan's body is a bit too high, you can't see it, right?"

"Captain Greenspan may have been drinking a lot...but there's a reason for that." Corporal Finn held the sackcloth for anointing, hesitatingly said, "And the reason why I am willing to follow Captain Greenspan, It's because Captain he once... saved my life."

The Central Army major leaned back.

"He saved your life? Greenspan?" the major asked.

"Yes, it was more than a year ago...in Black Creek Forest." Finn nodded affirmatively, "I fell off my horse and an orc wanted to kill me with a knife, and it was Captain Greenspan who noticed me. , he rushed over on horseback and fished me up, so I didn't lose my life..."

The major of the Central Army pursed his lips: The place name "Black Stream Forest" evoked some bad memories in his heart.

"Mr. Major, Captain Greenspan used to be a very good and responsible person..." Finn gritted his teeth and said hurriedly, "... But in the battle at Black Creek Forest, every ten of us even had enough. Eight dead, and Captain Greenspan has changed since then, a grumpy, boozy..."

The major of the Central Army looked at the school field not far away in disappointment, but did not speak.

Finn hesitated for a moment and said:
"Mr. Major, I actually think that the reason why Captain Greenspan went to find the Duke of Frost Maple Ridge and the others this time was related to the battle in Heixilin... The brothers under the captain were in Heixi at the time. Lin died seven to eighty-eight, which was barely able to stop the orc army's footsteps, but until now, the people of the empire are all praised for the great achievements of Frost Maple Ridge - Captain Greenspan must be a little unbalanced in his heart. …”

The Central Army major sighed and exhaled a round of smoke rings from his mouth:
"'Unbalanced', huh... Now that we are huddled in this bastard civil fort, who in our Central Army is balanced? I know about Captain Greenspan, but no matter what the reason is, he is now It's not suitable to stay in the army anymore. I'll go back and ask Commander Grant, and when you Captain Greenspan recovers from his injuries, we'll give him enough money to live on and send him back to his hometown to rest. Go... As for you, continue to work hard in the team - I hope that when we defeat the orcs, I can see your kid raise a battalion commander or something based on your merits."

Finn hesitated for a few seconds, before finally nodding "yes".He looked at the armor in his arms and thought for a while, then raised his head and asked:
"Mr. Major, will there be a day when our empire will defeat the orcs?"

"Let's hope so first." The major smiled to himself, and stood up with a cigar in his mouth, "--'hope', this is the only thing we can rely on now. All these armors of you are anointed with ointment. Okay? Look, the contestants have all come out of the tent, and Commander Grant should have a few last words before the game..."

Finn was startled and hurriedly followed the gaze of the major of the Central Army.

Sure enough, there were many shadowy people who left the huge white tent on the edge of the field and strode towards the preparation area, preparing to put on equipment.

With just a simple glance, Finn found a lot of 'big men' in the Central Army among this group of contestants:
For example, the "Black Sir" Sir Vida, who once won the championship of the last competition of the Central Army;
For example, Lieutenant Ivan, the "Canyon Meat Grinder" who killed a hundred orcs in total on the battlefield;
Another example is Warrant Officer Hessendale who was named "Knight who is not a Knight" because he personally killed an orc vanguard in a duel on the battlefield...

Looking at this overly luxurious lineup, Finn realized with horror that the Central Army had never sent so many good players in a competition with other troops before - such as Lieutenant Ivan and Warrant Officer Heisendale, It was not even stationed near Tumu Fort at first, and it was obviously recalled by Commander Grant for this military exercise.

And at the forefront of this group of heroes of the Central Army was Commander Ryan Grant, who had red hair as dazzling as a lion's mane.

Seeing the commander's presence, the soldiers of the Central Army who were busy preparing their armors and weapons hurriedly stood up under the command of the major, and saluted and welcomed the team of contestants.

The contestants who represented the Central Army in the competition, quickly dispersed, each found the location of their own equipment, and began to wear armor under the service of soldiers and attendants.

Many of these extravagant figures of the Central Army have special heavy armor tailored for them. When wearing armor before going into battle, they even need the assistance of five or six helpers, so that the armor can be fixed tightly. Pieces, nailed rivets, adjusted the movable joints of the armor.

——Competing the quality of the equipment of the major troops is also an inherent part of similar military competitions. Commander Grant definitely does not want the Central Army to make mistakes in this regard.

In this compartment, the preparation area is still busy and busy putting on armor. In the other compartment, Commander Grant has been standing on a large wooden box and cleared his throat loudly.

The contestants of the Central Army raised their heads in unison, and the lower-level soldiers who were busy helping to adjust their armor also raised their ears.

Commander Ryan Grant is not a commander who likes to give pre-war speeches and boost morale on weekdays - but this military exercise competition is obviously very important to Commander Grant.

"There are still 5 minutes before the start of the game. I have a few words to tell you." Commander Grant put his hands behind his back and said solemnly to the contestants in the preparation area. His speech style was straightforward as always, "I know some of you, Until now, I still don’t understand why I had to join this competition in the military exercise, why I had to challenge that little bastard Elliot Igor..."

There were many grunts of approval in the preparation area.

"I believe that many of you, even in the Central Army, and in the entire Tumu Fort camp, will think that I am fighting for face with their Frost Maple Ridge, or that I am jealous of their Frost Maple Ridge's reputation ...It's ridiculous!" Ryan Grant sneered, "I, Ryan Grant, joined the army at the age of 14 and have been fighting for the Empire for nearly 20 years. Heart', 'Wind of the Wolf' two master groups and the 'Redstone Brigade' have killed countless orcs with their own hands! A small wasteland territory, a [-]-year-old boy, a noble dude, It's not worth being looked down upon by me, Ryan Grant, and our Imperial Central Army!"

The imperial soldiers in the preparation area were awe-inspiring.

"The reason why I want to organize this competition is not for Elliot Igor and Frost Maple Ridge, but for ourselves, for the Central Army of the Empire!" Commander Grant said loudly, "I know this Over the years, what our Central Army has gone through—Blood Front, Sad Ridge, Black Creek Forest, Camellia Hill, and the Burning Crystal Canyon under our feet... I remember them all, I will never forget them for the rest of my life! You, Every one of you here has lost a companion, a boss, an honor in this year..."

Commander Grant paused for a while, then suddenly threw his fist hard, and his eyes were splitting:

"But there are two things that you can't lose! Confidence and courage! You can't lose these two things! You are the fucking Central Army of the Empire! You often complain to me that how many people in the Empire are praising them now. Elliot Eagle's Frost Maple Ridge, but how many people would put the regular army of the Empire that lost hundreds of miles in their eyes? But I have to ask now, what about yourselves?! Have you seen it?! After throwing away the lost ground for hundreds of miles, how many of you have lost faith in yourself and the strength of our Central Army? Want to raise your hand and surrender?!"

In the preparation area, some people gritted their teeth, some bowed their heads and said nothing, and some people's eyes were red.

Ryan Grant took a deep breath, used all his strength, and shouted loudly:

"That's why I arranged this tournament—it's for you! Now, I'm giving you a chance to stand upright on the arena like a real man, and tell everyone in the fucking empire. One person: It was our Central Army who sacrificed nearly half of his soldiers for the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor! It was our Central Army who faced the main force of the bastards from start to finish, resisted the charge of the bastard mammoth and the wolf cavalry's long sword. Army! Relying on endless blood, it is our Central Army who has propped up the backbone of the empire in the past two years! The fucking Shuangfengling, which is hiding from the main force of the Federation and doing sneak attacks and guerrilla attacks in the back, is the fuck again. What a dog thing!"

Having said that, Ryan Grant suddenly pulled out the command knife from his waist and threw it fiercely to the ground. The blade slammed into the soil with a loud noise:
"Get your equipment on, and then go on stage! Go tell me to people all over the continent, and tell yourselves - the Imperial Central Army is no worse than Shuangfengling!"

(End of this chapter)