The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

It's May, the sun in the south is already very strong, the temperature can rise to nearly 30 degrees Celsius during the day, and the temperature after the sun goes down at night is still quite cool.

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The headquarters of the Southern Theater Command has returned to Osmanthus City, a city that reminds Charles of Guilin.

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Osmanthus City is located in the center of the area under the jurisdiction of the Southern Theater. No matter which side has an accident, it can get the news in the fastest time.

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Inside the office, Charles is crackling with an abacus, calculating the progress of each base that started construction last month.

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Seeing that the figure I calculated was the same as the reported figure, I signed my name on the progress report in April.

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The committee completed all the bidding work in March, and the first batch of dwarves and the purchased cement were put in place in early April, and a batch of "Charles steel bars" with little technical content was also produced by the Elf's steel factory.

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Before the elves' cement factory was built and put into operation, the elves had to use imported cement.

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In March, as soon as Charles came back, he rode Celestia and took Frederick and other elves to the front line to inspect and guide the work. Therefore, none of his cousins ​​and cousins ​​could meet him.

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After Charles was taken from the pit by the murlocs that day, because the murlocs were not interested in horses, Celestia was rescued by the elves who arrived later.

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Beginning in mid-to-late April, construction of bases in various places started one after another. Part-time supervisors from the Temple of Life who have undergone short-term training and students from various colleges who have also undergone short-term training have begun to take up their posts. Although there were various problems at the beginning, as the problems appeared and resolved, everything was develop in a good direction.

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Now that the work of the committee is on the right track, Elizabeth is very satisfied with Charles' performance and said that he will be assigned new tasks in a while.

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Charles also handed over most of the work of the committee to Edward, who was about to be promoted, and he now has nothing to do except sign and stamp documents, which frees him to deal with the letters sent by the Wright sisters from Holland.

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The days went by in a hectic way, until Charles received a new task from Elizabeth.

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May is the time when pumpkins begin to bloom. In order to ensure the production of pumpkins, farmers will pluck off some excessive pumpkin flowers, and these pumpkin flowers will come to the table.

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Elizabeth put a steamed pumpkin flower stuffed with fat and thin minced meat into Charles' bowl, and said to him, "Eat more, and you'll be ready to go on the road."

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The corners of Charles' mouth twitched, cultural differences or something, that's all.

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After lunch, Charles took the letter of introduction and rode Celestia to the boot camp outside the city.

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Munch, the director of the training camp, looked at the letter of introduction in his hand for a while, and then looked at Charles standing in front of him, frowning.

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It's not like he hasn't encountered leaders stuffing juniors into the army. Generally speaking, these guys who are stuffed in will be weighed first.

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If the force is strong enough, they will be sent to the combat troops, and if they almost arrange a civilian job or an orderly, the worst will be left to look after the firewood room.

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This is the result of mutual compromise between the army's grassroots and leaders at all levels. You can insert juniors into me, but how to use it after inserting it is up to the grassroots, and leaders can't dictate.

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Originally, Munch wanted to kick the little guy Charles to raise horses, so he would just give him an "advanced horse raising element".

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But the letter of introduction brought by this little guy is a bit irregular. In the letter, the commander asked this little guy to join the combat unit.

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Now Munch's head is a little bigger.

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This has to start with a traditional art of the Elf Royal Court.

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The previous king of the Elf Royal Court shouted "How can there be a six hundred-year-old prince in the world" and overthrew his father. As a result, the previous king forced his daughter to marry too hard, and the throne was not seated for a hundred years before being kicked by his daughter again. kicked down.

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Judging from the current form, who can guarantee that after the commander has mastered the southern theater, one day when the weather is good, he will take everyone north to the throne.

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Anyway, if you don't listen to the crown prince's words, it's easy to be put on small shoes, but the unspoken rules in the army can't be broken casually. Now Munch is in a bit of trouble.

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However, at this time, Munch did not assign the number to the human child in front of him and the Charles who killed 400 enemies a day in the battle report a while ago. After all, the name "Charles" is not uncommon among elves, and the previous king was also called this name.

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In the end, Munch decided to follow the process. At most, it would be fine to put this little guy in the cooking troop. It was a place with a high upper limit and a low limit, and it could be regarded as a combat troop.

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Charles was also uneasy when he saw his superior's brows sometimes frowned and sometimes stretched.

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At this moment, Munch put the letter in his pocket, and said to Charles, "Come with me."

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So he took Charles to the practice field.

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These few days are the time for recruits from all over the world to settle in. Many recruits are familiar with the environment on the practice ground under the leadership of the instructors.

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Munch pointed to the weapon rack on the side and said to Charles, "Choose a weapon that you are familiar with. When you fight with me, I will see how your level is. Then I will arrange it according to your level."

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Charles stood at attention and shouted "yes", then went to the weapon rack to select weapons.

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There are not many types of standard weapons in the army, only those kinds of long-pole weapons and swords, otherwise the logistics side will cut people. Moreover, the weapons here are ordinary steel weapons, and recruits can't use magic weapons.

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Because of his height, Charles first ruled out the long-pole weapons made according to the elf's body, and then picked them up from swords.

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There are big swords, long swords, one-handed swords, machetes and shields on the weapon rack~www.readwn.com~ They have their own functions.

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So Charles took a machete from the weapon rack and signaled that Munch had chosen it himself.

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Without using the EX curry stick to bombard the opponent, Charles didn't think he could get a bargain in front of this veteran who served longer than the history of the founding of the United States. So he chose the machete with the heaviest imposing manner, intending to grab the crowd at the very beginning, in order to make the scene look better.

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Munch didn't care what weapon Charles chose, he picked up a one-handed sword on the shelf and motioned for Charles to follow, then walked to the center of the arena.

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He didn't want to use heavy weapons, his physical strength was definitely higher than Charles', and he would bully people with heavy weapons at this time. Using the lightest weapon can also prevent the children from losing too badly and being written down by the commander in a small notebook.

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But what he didn't expect was that the little boy almost made him suffer as soon as he came up.

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He didn't say at first that he couldn't use magic, but Charles used magic habitually.

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