Heimarian Odyssey

In the early morning of the second day, Locke stretched out comfortably and walked out of his camp.

Now many soldiers in the battalion have begun to drill, and news of the opening has spread throughout the Cardoj battalion. Every soldier is working hard to improve his own strength. Now most of the camp can be called veterans. In order not to fall on the battlefield like the bad luck ghosts around them, everyone is desperate.

Locke walked to the training ground behind the camp. Soldiers met along the way said hello to Locke.

“Hey! Phil! Come here!” Locke called at a soldier practicing slashing not far away.

When the soldier heard someone calling him, he looked up to see who it was, and quickly dropped the long sword in his hand and ran towards Locke.

“Locke big brother! What’s the matter?” Phil asked excitedly.

Phil was the only one who survived Locke’s ten-man team, apart from Kane and Hans. Whether it was Kane, Hans or Locke, he has always taken care of him. Locke had specifically called Phil once in these days when he came back, and raised him a lot. Phil, who was just a servant at the beginning, now looks like a 3rd class soldier.

“Go to Ke Li, the cook in the logistics office, and ask him to give me 2 bowls of broth at the entrance of my camp. I want to drink it after my cultivation.” Locke instructed.

“Understood! Locke big brother!” Phil replied.

“Go!” Locke nodded, patted Phil on the shoulder by the way, expressing encouragement.

There are usually only 2 meals in the camp, but this is only for ordinary persons. As Locke of Captain, it is normal to have some privileges. As for why two bowls are needed, Xia Qian is still lying on Locke’s bed, unable to move tired.

Seeing Phil who ran to spread the word, Locke couldn’t help but sigh, how many of the Old Brother were alive now? At the beginning, he was very optimistic about Gulas, the guy who had the same physique as Hans, and the guy who followed them to the black market. Now that he has no legs, he is like a waste in the barracks.

Locke took a look at Gulas yesterday. He didn’t recognize him at first glance. Is this dimly gaze, yellow-faced, sluggish man, or the robust man who used to talk constantly and has a cheerful personality.

Gulas without a leg should be very difficult to live for the rest of his life, only Small Captain, Baron gave very little compensation, after all, he is not dead, Baron does not have to bear most of the comfort.

If Locke becomes like this, he would rather die on his own so that his family will not be dragged down, and his parents will get a pension sufficient for the old age.

Without much communication, Locke put about 10 silver thaler in his hand when he visited Gulas yesterday and left. Gulas, a former robust man, only has deep bitterness and thanks to Locke in his eyes. .

Not wanting to worry about these bad things, Locke walked quickly to the training ground.

The training ground is still the same as it was in Giza Town. Each area represents a middle Captain who can cultivation here, but at this time, there is no one except Locke.

Captain in Monte is now busy training soldiers, and is about to start pulling out. It needs to drill the soldiers urgently.

Uncle Yoshk was assigned by Baron to take charge of the caravan trading piece. Locke couldn’t see how tall and strong Uncle Yoshk had economic savvy. It is probably to rest assured, Uncle Yoshk is a famous straight heart in the camp.

Karl Uncle has rarely come here since he lost his arm.

As for Will Knight, Divine Dragon is not at the end, and there is no rule at all. But Locke knows where Sir Heavenly Might is going today. The cavalry camp is full of dust early in the morning. It seems that Will Knight is early. I went to the cavalry camp to train soldiers.

It’s really comfortable to have a thigh hug. With a dedicated powerhouse like Will Knight in the front, Locke consciously leaned back to enjoy the cool.

Kane and Hans, the three Vice Captains of the 3-4 squadrons, although they bear the title of Captain, they are actually Small Captains. Baron has not ordered them to teach Battle Qi.

The current Vice Captain of the first squadron, what is the guy named Constantine, Locke doesn’t know why this guy didn’t come. It stands to reason that he was taught Battle Qi. Locke always feels that this guy is walking around him, he Why don’t you take this guy’s position? Locke sneered.

Locke is the only one in the cultivation in the huge training ground, and Locke can use all the props here. Locke hasn’t exercised happily for a long time since the ribs on his chest were picked up by the doctor in the camp.

Grab a long spear and practice a set of Faustin’s standard spear skills. Holding the iron sword, he practiced 500 times. There are no fancy skills on the battlefield, and most of them are open and close attacks. What kind of body skills, what battle skills, Locke will not, he can only brute force.

Finally, after holding two head-sized iron balls and practicing for a while, the sweaty Locke dropped the clothes adhering to his body, sat down cross-legged, and cultivation male Falconim.

The original Battle Qi vortex, the size of a mung bean, has now grown more than once. The Battle Qi circulates in Locke within the body, and Locke feels endless strength.

Cultivation Battle Qi is a meticulous work, and it’s almost noon before Locke has finished cultivation.

Taking the clothes on the ground next to him, Locke walked towards his camp.

Xia Qian had already woke up and saw Locke coming back. Xia Qian served Locke as a wife to change her sweat-soaked clothes. I’m going to the Baron camp for dinner later, Locke can’t go in sweaty clothes.

On the only table in the camp, there were two large brown bowls. One of them was full of broth, and the other was half of it, which should have been eaten by Xia Qian.

“Look at you, the meal was cold before I came back.” Xia Qian rolled her eyes at Locke, groaning.

Locke shrugged and did not answer. Walked over and picked up a big bowl and swallowed it. After a morning of cultivation, Locke’s stomach was already empty.

Cook Cory is very good, this bowl of broth is not only larger, but also has more meat than soup, no wonder Xia Qian can’t eat a bowl alone.

After drinking his own broth, Locke was still a little bit interested, and didn’t dislike it. He took the leftover broth from Xia Qian and drank it in one gulp. There was a little stock in his stomach. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Since cultivation Battle Qi, Locke feels that he can eat well, and his appetite is much bigger than before.

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On the morning of the 2nd day, the gate of the barracks slowly opened, and a neat group of soldiers filed out. Baron Cardoj rode at the forefront of the group, and finally opened.

Locke rode a war horse and followed in the cavalry squadron. His original horse was no longer known where it was dropped. Now the black war horse under him was a good horse selected from the cavalry squadron. The cavalry squadron also had a lot of clever ghosts, and the deputy Captain who knew to please them.

Xia Qian was taken care of by people from the logistics office by Locke. Warner, who had a good relationship with him at the time, is now said to have been transferred by Baron to be responsible for the trading of the caravan. From Locke’s point of view, this is just the logistics station responsible for the transmission. A nobody who believes, how could it be ordered by Baron himself to be dispatched to a place as big as oil and water.

Having no acquaintances does not mean that things are difficult. Locke is also a “quasi-Knight”. If he does not die after the war, becoming a noble is a sure thing, and some people will please him.

Xia Qian is also very excited about Locke’s possibility of becoming a nobleman, but she knows that she will not become’Mrs. Knight’. Whether it is her Shalorian status or the fact that she is 5 years older than Locke, it dispels Xia Qian’s illusions.

Riding a tall horse, Locke walked between the cavalry squadrons, which deserves to be Baron’s trump card team. Locke seems to be satisfied with the discipline of the cavalry squadrons, moving in order. It seems that this is not a cavalry squadron, but represents the magnificent army with thousands. of men and horses.

It should imitate the training mode of the Eagle Legion Cavalry Corps, Locke guessed.

On the afternoon of the 5th day, Locke and their battalion finally walked to a giant fence more than ten meters high across several kilometers. This was the forefront of Faustin and Shalor, and the location of Legion of Eagle Legion and Lion Legion.

Inside the fence are countless undulating dark green tents, and to-and-fro patrolling soldiers are vaguely visible inside.

Baron Cardoj sent soldiers forward to inform them of the unit number and the noble medal. After a review, several hundred people from their battalion were able to enter this large fortress.

“There are close to 70000 people here.” Uncle Yoshk whispered to Locke.

“After all, there are two people from Legion.” Locke was not surprised at all. He had seen a larger military camp before, which was a fortress composed of three Legion plus the heroic Legion. The barracks where hundreds of thousands were stationed, and the imposing manner alone, impressed Locke.

It was a coincidence that a soldier was sent to lead their camp to the site assigned to them. Baron’s camp in Kashgar was right next to them.

After reaching the place, Baron ordered the soldiers to repair and build tents on the spot. When the troops started to get busy, Uncle Yoshk came over and told Locke to leave.

“Go! Take you to meet the world!” Uncle Yoshk said boldly.

Since Locke was promoted to Captain and the cultivation has Battle Qi, he can buy some rare and precious potions or weapons with military merit and money. The location is the Logistics Quarter above the Corps headquarters.

But for so long, Locke has never been to the headquarters of the Corps. Even more how is now a large military camp composed of two Legions.

Uncle Yoshk walked in the front, and the car was clear and familiar with the way. It seems that he has not come to this place one or two times.

They went to the quarters of the Eagle Legion 2nd Corps.

When I went there, there was already a long queue. The sky was getting darker. It was supposed to be a place to eat, but the people here were not in a hurry. They lined up slowly, and Locke counted. There are roughly 20 people.

Most of them are Captain with entry level Knecht strength, Locke sensed. Two of them are introverted and deep, which should be low-level Knecht.

“There are quite a few people today.” Uncle Yoshk said with a smile, “The last time I came, there were really many people, there are people from other corps.”

They were both in the Captain of the Corps. Uncle Yoshk seemed to know a lot of people. Each and everyone went forward to say hello. Locke didn’t go. He had to line up two people, and he didn’t know a few people.

When it was getting dark, it was finally Locke and the two of them. Walking into the quarters, there was a small half-human window in front of him, and inside was a young woman.

“What do you need? Knight.” The woman wearing the Eagle Legion uniform, asked Locke formulaically.

“Um…” Locke asked. When Uncle Yoshk behind him was about to suggest something, Locke suddenly remembered the kind of medicine Angelina had told him.

“Johnson Potion, thank you!” Locke replied.

The woman in the window, staring wide-eyed, looked at Locke in surprise.