The fast and urgent Chinese language came from the front, and the earth-shattering scolding stabbed his ears, looking at the two groups of people who were about to start an in-depth fighting exchange, Parsifal sighed, turned his head and asked:

"This kind of 'little trouble' is often encountered here?"

"That's pretty much it, sometimes there are no words in the scene, no matter what, the people here are not advocating law-abiding and discipline, and there are things called police and lawyers. ”

Murat replied with a wry smile.

Orcs are not as backward and barbaric as they are intuitively imaged and legended, otherwise they would not have established a country that could pinch each other with the human camp for thousands of years. However, the beast factor in the blood of the orcs is too strong, not only in their appearance and physical fitness, but also in their very intense personality.

At best, it's called heroic and straightforward, and at worst, it's like to use fists and knives instead of brains to solve problems, and belongs to the type that can't open the door and doesn't like to find the key, but likes to use an axe.

For a group of villagers whose fists move faster than their brains, it is a matter of course for them to make full use of the surrounding resources to improve their lives when life cannot go on, and whether robbing the army violates the king's law is not a matter of concern to the villagers.

"20 poods sugar!10 pood tea!30 pood vodka!

"Bastard, this is the asset of His Majesty's army!Are you trying to rebel?!"

"Who cares about you!

"That is, the men have gone to the army, and the old people and children in the family are so hungry that they can't move. Even if the 'little daddy' comes in person, he has to give us a way to live!"

"yes!yes!!"

The villagers brandished their weapons and shouted, and the leader of the group, Centurion Babaev, blushed and remained silent for a long time.

Although he had a hundred soldiers under his command and more than a dozen Behemoths, it seemed that it would not be difficult to break through the defense line of dozens of villagers, but he did not do that.

It's not that the centurion's conscience found out that he couldn't bear the villagers to die at the feet of the giant beast, but that he couldn't do it.

To the left and right, sharp wooden stakes can be seen everywhere that expose the mire. There's these things there. Not to mention that detours are a waste of time. No one can guarantee that there are no invisible hidden piles buried in the bypass place. Once Behemoth, who was carrying more than ten tons of cargo, stepped on the hidden pile, he was either unable to move or died. In this muddy season, the loss of a heavyweight beast of burden is too much for anyone to afford.

Rushing through the front? It's not a wise decision. Look at those grinning aunts. Look at them on their shoulders and in their arms. An 8-meter-long log that is thicker than a centurion...... Anyone can foresee the outcome of an armed conflict.

"'The strongest combat power of the Principality Army is Aunt Nai'...... Is it?"

"Oh? ”

"Please don't underestimate the juniors who originally volunteered to be librarians, and no matter what you say, until the logistics department reports to the notice. I'm all pointing to the one who gets a steady salary to get by. ”

"It turned out to be a salary thief volunteer. ”

"Please, call it a civilian author. ”

With a snap of the booklet shut, Parsifal stood up.

"I'll leave for a moment, and I'll trouble you to keep an eye here. ”

“...... Where are you going?"

"Until the material is officially signed and handed over to the Duchy Army of the Brest Fortress, all cargo is managed under the headquarters of the Logistics Department, and now he is the only person in charge of the headquarters of the Logistics Department who is on the field, and has the responsibility and obligation to ensure the safety of the goods. ”

Subconsciously put his hand on the top of his head, but did not catch the brim of his hat, and then remembered that he was wearing a high leather hat in the Cossack style on his head, not the military cap of the Wehrmacht. In the panic, he happened to meet Murat's eyes watching the rare beasts, and Parsifal's face instantly turned red.

"How...... What's wrong?"

Puff -

Murat covered her mouth, arched her back, and tried desperately to keep her voice from leaking out, but her body shook incessantly, making people think that this thing was not a seizure, and that she might just lie down and not get up.

"It's not...... Puff hoo ...... It's nothing...... Burst...... Puff hoo hoo ......"

It wasn't until finally saliva flowed into the trachea, and after a violent cough, the young captain stopped.

"Ahh ”

"Yes. ”

"You should know very well the combat power of those aunts, right?"

"If it's a part of a book, it should be ...... But looking at the scene like this, it feels even more exaggerated than the written record. ”

"Yes, they are so strong, if you calculate the combat strength based on the body lì alone, it is about 200, then Parsifal, you estimate, under the same conditions, how much is your own combat strength?"

“6...... Or 5. ”

Elves have never been a race known for their physique, and even if there is an outlier like Lieutenant General Thor, after years of promoting national fitness sports, the overall level is only on par with humans. Parsifal's body has always been among the bottom few in the military academy, and he lacks training in the logistics department, and his physical fitness level may be even worse than in the past.

Compared with the aunts who pulled out big trees with bare hands, broke big stones with bare hands, and used logs thicker than the woolly bears as sticks, Parsifal, who had a combat power of only 5 at most, was only afraid of being gently pushed by others, and he was called by the Mother God.

"It's not even a matter of good combat power, not to mention - do you think they seem to be easy to communicate?"

Murat pursed her lips, and a burst of hurried and fast expletives flew over, and the aunts with "Come, fight a pain", "One shot into the soul", and "Coach, I want to fight 10" danced the logs in the wind.

"No problem, negotiation is also part of the business of the logistics department, whether it is complaining or scolding, we have long been used to it. ”

Swallowing his saliva, Parsifal replied categorically.

I couldn't even convince myself of these words, but I blurted them out like that.

Because, that's all it can say.

Unlike Roland, Caspar, Tristan, they are the type to act for the ideal. Parsifal has been an inconspicuous person since the military school, just trying to do his best to complete the work assigned to him and spend every day ordinarily. Other than that, there is nothing that can be called a lofty ambition and a goal.

Because of this, he felt that he could not escape from his responsibilities.

That's right, it's just a sense of responsibility.

"Maybe a guy like you can make a difference. ”

Murat muttered strange words to Parsifal's back.

The closer I got to the front, the heavier my nervous mood became, and I couldn't stop trembling slightly from clenching my fists.

(Ahh......h ）

Enduring a throbbing pain in his temples, Parsifal asked himself. (To be continued......)