Fairy’s Box

The battleship Cavill was quietly moored beside the largest Celtic port, Dunlon Harbor. A tank truck with a closed rear compartment carefully passed the boarding board under the escort's handling.

"Everyone, be careful, there are precious battle marks in here, and each set is worth your ten years' salary!"

Siez stood by the guardrail of the port, watching the transport vehicles drive into the dock intact, lined up in five neat columns, then heaved a sigh of relief and turned his face to the right:

"A total of 10,000 sets of lower-level war patterns, each car is loaded with 50 sets, a total of 200 cars, all intact, click on it."

"no problem."

Yale has already counted it countless times on the boat, and of course he will not doubt this number.

"The special operations force, including me, has a total of 300 people here." Shiz pointed to the hard-working knights who were pulling carts, and then pointed to a large group of white coats that were disembarking:

"The battle pattern transplant team consists of 371 people, 23 weapons experts, 177 senior technical technicians, and 571 non-combatants."

"That's right."

The black-haired knight continued to nod his head. He had already memorized the personnel list, and it would be fine to count the number of people later.

"Weapons and equipment will arrive in three days, including 8,000 restraint cannons, 8,000 sets of full body armor, 8,000 standard short swords, 5,000 standard spears, and 5,000 standard wide shields."

After Shiz finished speaking in one breath, he suddenly gave a standard military salute and said solemnly: "From now on, the Celtic Special Operations Forces are directly under the name of the Celtic Military Region, and I am yours. subordinate."

"Welcome to the Celtic Military Region, Major Shiz." Yale immediately returned a military salute.

...

Dunlon City is one of the most prosperous areas in Celtic, but it is only about the size of the Brave Town. This is also impossible. The population is too small to support any market.

Yale will bring supplies and personnel to this slightly rudimentary city, and then fly to his own territory, Glamorgan, eagerly to see how far the conscription plan has been completed.

He galloped all the way, directly across the courtyard, and pushed open the main door of the hall:

"Charlene! I'm back!"

"Ahhh!"

With the angry scream of the green-haired girl, the ceiling above her head crashed to the ground, and a spear flickering with cold light directly broke through the ceiling, accompanied by the figure of Charlene descending from the sky, stabbing in the direction of the black-haired knight.

"Hey!"

Yale hurriedly dodged and retreated to the direction of the door, before shouting loudly:

"Is this going to kill me?"

"I'm going to kill you and then commit suicide!"

The green-haired girl had a frosty face, and raised a twelve-foot-long spear. The tip of the spear shuttled out a silver light, and disappeared with her figure in place.

Whoosh-!

The silhouettes of Charlene and the spear overlapped, drawing an icy straight line, and instantly stabbed each other's throat.

Facing the straight spear, the black-haired knight flickered again, and he had to continue to retreat, all the way to the courtyard, and he only had time to shout:

"I know why you're angry, calm down!"

"I don't care! 4.2 billion, anyway, we can't afford it in this life, let's just die together!"

Charlene let out a scream full of resentment, slender feet rushed out of the courtyard, catching up with the other party's figure, waving the spear more and more fiercely, interweaving a messy silver light.

"I have no other choice. In short, I can't give up hope easily."

Yalei kept moving and dodging in the silver glow, avoiding the numerous sharp edges dangerously and dangerously, and looking at the opportunity, he suddenly slashed out a hand knife, stopping the still-expanding silver glow.

"hope……"

The green-haired girl was forced to take a half step back by the force of the shock, she forced the tail of her spear to the ground, lowered her head, and the bangs on her forehead covered half of her pretty face, making it impossible for her to see her expression, and her voice instantly rang out. dropped below freezing:

"What hope is worth 4.2 billion?"

With the cold and hoarse growl, Charlene's body surface almost condensed a layer of resentment visible to the naked eye, expanding and extending countless tentacles, which are constantly eroding towards the surroundings.

Yale knew that the other party would be destroyed sooner or later if this continued, so he hurriedly threw out the long-awaited rhetoric:

"Highland Kingdom!"

"What do you mean?" The green-haired girl's voice choked, and the almost substantive resentment stopped expanding.

"After killing the Highland Kingdom, are you afraid that you won't be able to grab 4.2 billion?"

Seeing that it was effective, the black-haired knight quickly continued: "Do you know how much money I raised this time? A total of 28.3 billion soles! In addition, there are a lot of investment projects! With so much money, it's just hiring The army can also fight with them a few times, you should have some confidence."

"Really?" Charlene raised her head suspiciously, the black mist-like resentment was rapidly fading.

"Understood……"

At this moment, Yale's face was instantly gloomy, and his eyes shot a sharp light like a blade. With the sudden burst of momentum, he has been piercing into the heart of the other party:

"The ledger I brought back, you only read the debt part, right?"

"..."

The green-haired girl lowered her gaze in a guilty conscience, and quickly let go of her spear as if she had touched something dirty. She pointed her two thin white index fingers together, and murmured weakly:

"It seems like this..."

"In that case..."

The black-haired knight walked to the other party with a stern face, staring at her: "Do you still want to kill me and then commit suicide?"

"forget about it."

Charlene raised her pretty face, a few drops of crystal sweat broke out on her forehead, and she shook her head honestly.

"That's good, but things have gotten to this level." Yale looked at the green-haired girl shivering like a little white rabbit, with a standard grin on his face:

"You should also know the consequences of doing this, right?"

"You, what do you want..." She showed a panicked expression, stuttered and kept retreating, her heels stumbled on the stairs, and suddenly she stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"..."

The black-haired knight stretched out his arms around each other's slender waist, resisted the situation on his shoulders, and strode towards his office.

"that……"

The green-haired girl didn't dare to struggle, she could only put on a pitiful expression and begged in a soft voice: "Can you keep it for the next time?"

"What do you think?" Yale glanced at Zai Lamb with his eyes.

...

After punishing twenty family tricks with standard strength, the black-haired knight dispelled his anger, let go of the crying Charlene, and glanced at his desk:

"How is the draft order completed?"

"Uuuuu!" The green-haired girl covered her head with a pillow, buried her body in the sofa, and let out an indistinguishable cry.

"It feels good, I really want to do it twice." Yale said deliberately to himself.

"No!" Charlene threw off the pillow, propped up her body with one arm and covered her hips with the other, turned her head and glared at him:

"No more fights."

"Just talk." The black-haired knight resumed his serious expression and asked seriously, "How is the recruitment done?"

"You wait."

The green-haired girl slowly climbed off the sofa, covered her hips with both hands, and limped to the desk, then took out a stack of thick documents from the drawer, and gave him a resentful look:

"I'm hurt, come and see for yourself."

"..."

Even though he knew she was just acting, Yale still felt a sense of guilt that he had beaten him heavily, so he could only get up and walked to the desk, and took the list of enlistment that was at least 30 pages long.

"There are so many people?"

He counted it, and each page registered forty names, a total of thirty-five pages, that is, 1,400 regular soldiers had been collected.

"Of course." Charlene raised her head proudly and proudly showed off:

"Under the wise and wise propaganda of me and Nicole, the news of a bright future for joining the army spread throughout the Celtics. How could these hunters, who work in the forest all day, not come to join the regular army."

"That's not right..." The black-haired knight showed a hesitant expression.

"What's wrong!"

The green-haired girl raised her eyebrows in a hurry, bit her mouth on his arm, and hummed vaguely: "What else could be wrong with the data in black and white, or do you think that Nicole and I will falsely report the personnel list. ?"

"that's not what it means."

Yale looked at her with a puzzled face: "In just a few days, 1,400 people have joined the army, and the speed of news spread is too fast, or... Celtic is far more than six. Ten thousand people?"

"That's what it meant."

Charlene bit her bitterly, then let go of her mouth:

"Because the ratio is wrong, the ratio of the entire empire is 30 to 1, but the living environment here in the Celts is so bad, and there are so many people working hard, and the nutrition obtained from hunting is sufficient, so the people who exceed the limit reach It's ten to one."

"In other words, there are six thousand regular troops we can recruit?" The black-haired knight looked at her in surprise.

"According to this ratio, it will only be more or less, because there is basically no way to survive in the forest without vindictiveness."

The green-haired girl nodded confidently, and then said with some hesitation: "But it is impossible for them to send all the labor force into the army. I think that being able to recruit 4,000 people is already the limit."

"Enough is enough!" Yale's eyes became brighter and brighter, he hugged her tightly and kissed her fiercely: "Charlene, you really are my goddess of luck!"

"Humph!" Charlene pushed the other party away angrily, and glared at him with her silver teeth gritted: "Don't touch the goddess of luck, she was beaten by you just now, and her **** still hurts."

"Hahaha!"

The black-haired knight leaned forward and back with a smile, then hugged her and sat on the high-back chair, and said evilly, "It's okay, I'll rub it for you now to relieve the pain."

"Bastard bastard!" The green-haired girl slammed another bite and bit him on the neck.