The Troublesome Hero Among the Heroes

The fresh morning wind lifted the curtains, got into the bedroom of a newlyweds, and blew away the air that was still pink.

Carl was awakened by the cool wind. He turned over and found him alone on the bed. Then he heard noises in the kitchen downstairs.

He sat leaning against the bed, flicked a cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside table beside him and held it in his mouth. The thumb and index finger of his right hand pinched each other and made a small flame. Lit the smoke.

With a puff of smoke, he felt that the entire world had become beautiful.

It is not in vain that he decisively ran hundreds of kilometers from Osmanthus City back to the town where his hometown was that day, and finally caught up with the wedding at the last moment.

All the cars he encountered along the way were requisitioned by the military. Because of this, he couldn't even take a ride on the road. The vehicles used for military missions were forbidden to ride on.

While smoking a cigarette, he thought about taking his new wife to his work place to start a new life after the wedding leave.

The landlord has already agreed that the facade on the first floor will be leased to them in the future.

Many bachelors in the workshops where he works use dry food such as bread or steamed buns and a can of juice to solve the lunch problem at noon. They only go for a good meal after get off work in the evening.

The craftsmanship in his wife's kitchen is still good. When the time comes, he opened a shop and learned from the humans to make a set of meat and juice. The business should be good. Otherwise, the glutinous rice, sausage and mung bean paste will make a rice ball, and it is estimated that some elves will like it.

In a few years, they will be a child. The education level in the city where he works is still higher than that in his hometown.

A sudden knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Carl's reverie about the future.

He put on his clothes and went downstairs, and found that the mayor and a local garrison officer were visiting.

"What's the matter?" Karl asked.

The wife Marian, who was standing by the door, turned around, said to her husband, "I will help you pack up" and went upstairs.

The mayor knew this person who had come all the way back for the wedding not long ago. He apologized and handed a roll of parchment dyed to Carl. "I'm sorry to disturb you. I lost your newlywed life, but the country needs you now."

Carl solemnly took the call from the mayor with both hands, and then said: "I will report on time."

The time for the temporarily conscripted militiamen to gather in the town was 12 noon. Carl, carrying a backpack prepared by his wife, rushed to the assembly area outside the town five minutes before the deadline.

The assembled carriage lined up in several rows, and the militiamen who had come to bid farewell to their relatives who had come to see them off.

He handed the red parchment to the officer in charge of registration, and the officer blew a whistle, "Brother, your feet are shaking so badly, are you okay?"

Carl "hehe" smirked, and then signed his name on the report form.

As soon as he finished signing, he slapped him on the back of the head.

Carl turned around angrily, but stopped on the spot when he saw the person who beat him.

"Mom, why are you here?" Karl shrank his neck.

Carl’s mother stuffed a bag full of dried meat into his son’s hand, and then helped Carl tidy up his neckline and corners, while saying: "Take it, share it with everyone on the road. , Sometimes everyone can help each other through a lot of difficulties. Don’t worry about family affairs."

"Got it." Karl replied, "This time we are just helping to transport things, not going to the frontline. "

The sound of "Pa" sounded on Carl's forehead, and his mother retracted her finger and said seriously: "Don't underestimate the enemy when you are on the battlefield. Your mother, I am a young adventurer. Once I took a delivery task and was surrounded by a large pack of wolves. Later, if the Knight named Altria happened to pass by, your mother and I would have become wolf dung long ago, how could there be any? You stupid boy."

The whistle of the assembly soon sounded. Carl, like many surrounding militiamen, said goodbye to his relatives. Start at.

The convoy rushed to the outside of Osmanthus City at night. At this time, it has become a huge military camp. There are constantly gathering troops and materials from the railway, and then from all directions. The carriage transported them to the south.

Carl took his levy order all the way to inquire, and finally came to a small camp.

The officer in charge of here confirmed Karl’s identity and said to him: "You take a break, go to dinner first, and leave in the middle of the night, right?"

Carl said no Question, he just slept along the way.

"Huh, Carl?"

"Ah, Gothrieb!"

Carl met his in the workshop while he was cooking Coworkers.

"Half of the brothers in our workshop have been called up." Gothieb said while eating, "They have all set off, we guessed too."

"I heard that I was leaving in the middle of the night," Carl said while eating.

"It may be early or it may be postponed." Gotlieb said, "Some troops will let us go and make preparations in advance."

As a result, this time I really let my brother. Trib was right. They had just finished their meal when an officer from a team preparing to go south came here to lead the people.

All kinds of professional and technical personnel gathered in this camp are temporarily recruited, and they will be strengthened into various teams.

Carl, Gothrieb, and two veterinarians followed the officer to a detachment of about three thousand elves that were about to open in the middle of the night. This detachment has strengthened a ballista battallion. There are 50 ballistas and ten logistics carriages in the battallion. The task of Carl and Gottlieb is to participate in the maintenance of these ballistas.

The Great Captain of the ballista battallion handed two cigarettes to Carl and Gothrieb, "I’m going to trouble the two of you this time."

"This is what we should do. "Carl took the smoke, and then clipped it to his ear. "Let’s check the chassis and axles of the car before we set off. We can check the ballista on the road."

Great Captain Naturally Happy, he immediately arranged to let the maintenance staff of each car cooperate with the experts to inspect the car.

Carl went to the logistics vehicle to put his luggage, received an overhaul kit, and under the leadership of a logistics officer, he began to check the ballista that was about to be pulled out.

After checking the steel chassis, axles, front wheel steering system and brake system of a car, Carl got out of the car.

"Dude, our car is well maintained." The captain handed a cigarette to Carl.

Carl took the cigarette and clamped it on the other ear, and said: "Basically there is no problem, but I suggest that you still apply oil to the bearing and brake connecting rods before starting."

"No problem." The captain greeted the crew members and started oiling the car.

It took Karl and Gothrieb three hours to inspect the chassis of all the ballistas and trucks in the ballista battallion. The condition of the cars was basically good, except for two cars that had to be replaced in case of wear and tear. In addition to the somewhat serious bearing, other vehicles will also be oiled.

The two who were finished finally had time to smoke a cigarette, and they could get a lot of cigarettes along the way. Because they do not smoke during work, they have time to smoke now.

"You two have worked hard." Great Captain appeared again. This time he brought two cans of drinks. "This batch of cars is not bad, and the problems are not as bad as before."

"Yes." Gothrieb replied, "This model of car uses a lot of new technology."

Then he pointed to Carl on the side, "That new brake He invented the system."

"oh?" Great Captain looked at Karl with a little surprise. He knew that these two were technicians in the car production workshop, and didn't expect the young ones. Still a great technologist.

"This is nothing." Carl said with a faint smile, "If I can make a horse-free car, then I can enter the history book."

"It's not impossible." Great Captain thought, "We heard that when we were passing by the Dutch city, we heard that a power company was being built there. Maybe there is something good over there."

Carl and brother Trib remembered this information immediately.