hunting light

It is a pity that the transfer of frontline officers and soldiers is by no means that simple.

In particular, Leon, as the company commander, is on the battlefield where fire is being fought, and a single mistake may have a huge impact on the battle situation.At this moment when every second can't be wrong, it is really difficult for Leon to get out and leave.

The victory in the battle of Nimes played a crucial role in the whole war.The Imperial Army finally gained a firm foothold again, using Nîmes as the new frontline fortress, and resisting the crazy attack of Kruvia.

The two armies are at a stalemate on the border line. Local exchanges of fire and air strikes occur every day, but no major battles have occurred for the time being.

It's like two neighbors who have a bad relationship, scolding each other through the wall, throwing garbage and rotten eggs at each other, but they no longer easily fight face to face.

The role of Magdeburg as a major rear hub is becoming more and more obvious. A large number of troops are dispatched every day, and warships take off and land day and night.

Especially at night, Ian can see the military port in the distance from the window sill.The rising and falling warships are like fluorescent jellyfish floating in the ocean, dreamlike and beautiful, but they are a group of huge ghosts walking in the hell of war.

Many troops fighting at the front were brought back to the rear and replaced with fresh blood.

When Ian went to and from the military camp and the hospital, he always passed through a crowded military port square, passing through the endless stream of soldiers.

The soldiers who have been roasted by the flames of war all have a kind of exhaustion for the rest of their lives and compromise with the environment.

Their fate was once handed over, let the palm of God press the rough ground and rub it enough, then picked it up and put it back in the chest.The pain has not faded away, and the shock has not yet calmed down.For them, the peace they have gained now is like a piece of hard candy stuck in their throats, and they are reluctant to spit it out, but they can't digest it for a while.

The soldiers who were about to go to the front line were excited and frightened, as if they were walking step by step towards the wire rope hanging in the sky.

"Please pray for us, Father." Ian was often stopped.

Ian would stop every time, hold the soldier's hand, and read a few scriptures with him.He tried his best to give these ordinary but great fighters some spiritual comfort.

Ian couldn't help but think back to the soldiers he saw singing and kissing his lover goodbye when he saw Leon farewell.Where are they now?

The influence of Archbishop Xiali was immediate.

Early the next morning, Ian received a long-awaited transfer order: he will go to the front line with a batch of supplies the next day, report to the company led by Major Coleman, and become an official follower priest.

"Congratulations, Father Mitchell." Before Ian had time to savor the surprise, Collins' gloomy voice came from behind him, "Four or five priests among us have submitted applications, but you are the only one who didn't." Whoever applied got the spot."

"Thank you, Father Collins." Ian didn't intend to talk too much with the other party.

But Father Collins refused to let him go.In the front hall of the office building where people were coming and going, he blocked Ian's way.

"My report on you was returned, and you may not know it yet." Collins said, "It seems that thanks to the archbishop, the military department actually judged that you have no problem."

"I'm sorry that your report didn't achieve the desired effect." Ian stared at Collins coldly, "I'm leaving anyway. I believe we will rarely meet in the future."

Collins suddenly raised his voice: "You can finally be reunited with Major Coleman, Father. I heard that in order to transfer you to his side, he even used his father's relationship. You are rarely separated for such a long time? I think you must miss each other like crazy."

People turned their heads and looked over.

"A scandal, isn't it?" Ian sneered, "You have been reduced to using such despicable means to hit me, just for a tiring and dangerous position on the front line?"

"Joining the army is a golden opportunity." Collins sneered. "After a month or two on the battlefield, you can be transferred back to Xilin with glory. This is the benefit of having connections. We priests They have come here since the beginning of the war and worked tirelessly, but the good opportunity was snatched away by a relationship like you who fell from the sky."

"Father Collins," Ian said bluntly, "you may regard being a priest as a job where you get paid every day, but I regard it as a career of dedicating your life! In front of faith, money and reputation are all like dust .This is probably why I am more suitable for the battlefield than you!"

"You are so brazen!" Collins stopped Ian, who was about to walk around him, and refused to give up. "I investigated you, Father Mitchell. You are the kind of legendary golden boy. You don't rely on The promotion of Archbishop Xiali relied on his connections with the dignitaries to rise all the way up..."

"My rank is slightly lower than yours, Collins!" Ian said impatiently, "You are too rude. For the sake of the Lord, please maintain your image as a priest."

"You still have the face to raise an image with me?" Collins suddenly became furious.

His face was distorted, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "You have been a child prostitute for the bishops in Xilin since you were a child, and then you were sent by the archbishop to warm the Duke of Oran's bed. The duke is tired of you, his son has took you over..."

"Collins!" Ian was shocked and angry.

"His mental network is disordered." Guang Ji's peaceful electronic eyes looked very peaceful and calm.

"I know." Ian said.

In fact, as early as the first contact, Ian felt that Collins's mental state was abnormal.

After Ian got a better understanding of the guiding ability, he discovered that Collins had partially damaged his mental network due to his abuse of the guiding ability.This caused him to lose control easily, irritable and suspicious.

And Ian has not yet found a suitable opportunity to remind Collins that the other party has already entered the stage of total mental disorder due to the stimulation!

"You cousin of the church! You bitch who gets her way up by prostitution!" Collins yelled, insulting Ian hysterically.His two eyeballs were spinning uncontrollably in their sockets, which was very frightening.

"You must have enjoyed being fucked by Major Coleman. He is the youngest and strongest Alpha in the whole barracks..."

Collins' words were too unpleasant to hear, and the people around him ignored the joke and spoke out to stop him.

But Collins, who was already in a state of confusion, ignored it.Ian tried to use his guiding power to appease him, but Collins resisted manically and refused to let him approach at all.

"Ian," Asura said, "I discussed with Guangji a way to calm him down. You take three steps back first."

Ian didn't know what to do, so he did.

Next, the fire sprinkler located above Collins' head squeaked and sprayed a large cloud of light blue fire extinguishing agent.

Collins was caught off guard and jumped up screaming.

Ian: "..."

"What the hell?" Collins hurried to hide aside.

Squeak—another fire sprinkler turned on, aimed at Collins, and the valve opened wide for a blast.

Collins was smeared with fire-fighting agent, wandering around the hall like a headless chicken.But no matter where he went, the fire sprinklers above his head would turn on and spray precisely at him, apparently identifying him as a moving fire point.

Everyone was startled and amused, and dodged one after another, for fear of being affected.

Collins was poured like a foam man, finally found the right direction, and rushed towards the gate.

The automatic glass door swishes shut.Collins hit head-on with a loud bang.

Everyone present felt that their faces were also in pain.

"Guangji!" Ian shouted, he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

The glass door slid open.

Panting, Collins ran out of the building and onto the lawn.

In the next second, the lawn watering nozzles turned on all at once, aiming at Collins to scour wildly.

Collins was so angry that he couldn't scream. When he was dodging, his feet slipped and he rolled into the lawn pool with a plop.

People swarmed after him, and they saw Father Collins crawling out of the pool like a water ghost, his forehead was red, his eyes were straight, his face was blue, and he kept trembling.

After all, the identity of the priest is different from ordinary people, and Collins has been in the barracks for a long time, so he usually has some prestige.Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, they were almost breathless.

"Mitchell..." Collins stood by the side of the road, glaring at Ian fiercely, "You bitch..."

With a buzzing sound, the ventilation channel under Collins' feet spewed out a strong gust of wind, blowing the priest's drenched robes up.

In the height of summer, Collins wore only a pair of white shorts under his robes.As the robe was lifted up, two bare white legs were exposed to everyone's sight.

There happened to be an open military vehicle passing by with seven or eight young soldiers on board. They watched the priest's beautiful legs and responded with passionate whistles.

Collins let out a roar of collapse, clutching his robe and running away.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to post more, but I am afraid that the weight will not be enough tomorrow morning.

tears.Day 6 is still a bit too much pressure for me.

Try to let the dog out.