Ride and Cut

"The captain of the Thousand-man team is about to have a pre-war meeting, so remember to bring the team flag." Bedrick told Richard and left in a hurry. This time he brought a total of 800 elite Qingqi and fifty tiger guards. , As the captain, you also have to go back to prepare for the meeting.

"I see." Lord Lord walked into the camp.

There is a big problem with different formed units coming together, that is, chaos is inevitable. Energetic soldiers will fight over everything that can be disputed, including but not limited to garrison division, logistics supplies and even the distribution of pits.

But this time the legion’s preparations were quite thoughtful. The garrison had been clarified in advance, and the barracks had even been set up in advance, and the piles of firewood under the wooden shed were full.

The carriage is parked in the open space, and it can be easily settled without any further effort.

A discerning person knows at a glance that there is either a very sophisticated chief official or a very careful staff.

"I'm going to have a meeting, Hutt, you take everyone to lunch first." Richard drew a cloth roll from the logistic carriage, unfolded it and propped it up with a spear, which was the "Ripper" team flag of Alpine Fort.

This flag was designed by Richard himself. His knowledge and aesthetics is not bad. The original plan was to dig out the dragon’s chest from the hand of the devil, focusing on highlighting the pain of the dragon and the ferociousness of the hand. The olive leaf pattern is locked with gold thread in order to show a bit of "war for peace" philosophies, which is literate.

The idea is not bad, but the leading women who can only carelessly express that they can't do it with such complexity, so the design scheme is repeated again and again because of crudeness and simplicity. The final product is a bare red cloth embroidered with a clenched devil's hand. Because the leading women have no experience in fine needlework, the work is slightly distorted, and the carriage has been stuffed with wrinkles for a few days, which makes it look a bit like chicken feet.

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An abandoned house was slightly refurbished and used as a legion command. It was surrounded by plain rock walls, and there was not much extra decoration besides being spacious and sturdy.

The lord came here on an empty stomach, and he thought that the pre-war meeting was for public money to eat and drink. As a result, he opened the door and walked in. A odor of sweat that had been covered for an unknown period of time was mixed with heat waves, and his appetite disappeared completely.

A huge topographical sand table in the center occupies at least half of the entire room. The rest of the space is densely packed with dozens of chairs. It is already sitting seven or eight, and you can see all kinds of people and team flags at a glance. .

The meeting hasn’t officially started. The commanders of the Dragon Claw’s subordinate battalions are chatting with each other noisily. These mid-level and high-level officers are no more elegant than the ordinary city. No one will question whether it is a vegetable market.

Bedrick was already seated inside, and smiled when he saw Richard covering his face. The lord glanced and found that there was just such an acquaintance, and there was an empty seat next to him.

"Richard, did you pick up such a broken flag from the trash?" Bedrick reached out and fiddled with the Ripper flag twice.

"We made it by Gaoshan Fort." The lord squeezed the flagpole, and easily inserted the pointed tail from his feet into the soil, successfully freeing his hands.

When Bedrick saw this, he immediately handed the flagpole to him. After a while, the two of them slumped in the chairs together and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Go back and change the flag." Bedrick suddenly whispered to Richard.

"Why?" Richard was still thinking about waiting for the improvement of women's craftsmanship in the future, and then slowly adding up the abbreviated parts.

"Look at those people." Bedrick raised his chin and pointed to the other captains of the meeting.

The lord turned his head and looked around before discovering that each of them was carrying the team flag. But often I sit on a chair with empty hands, and there is a guard standing behind me specializing in raising the flag.

When I first came in, there were too many people and too crowded, lord lord hadn't noticed yet, and now I feel that doing so is really majestic and majestic.

There were only two kind people who came in carrying a flagpole. One was Lord Lord, and the other was leaning forward with a smile beside him.

Richard couldn't help regretting not bringing Gunther to fill the front. Although the captains were obviously following the principle of being as tall as possible when choosing flag bearers, there was no one who could reach the height and size of Gangman.

"When the meeting is over, all the team flags will go to the parade with the honor guard." Bedrick whispered, "When the time comes, other people's flags will be so gorgeous, it's purely embarrassing for you to take it out."

"Is there anything else?" Richard raised the horn of the flag and looked at the "chicken feet" and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

To be honest, although the Dragon Claw is a veteran elite army, it is impossible for each group under its jurisdiction to meet at least the same level of historical glory, dazzling record or honor. But a person wants a face and a bark, and one hundred pounds of ability has to produce a thousand pounds of cows. It is not only vanity but also a practical need to boost morale.

Therefore, even ordinary third-rate troops will try their best to make the team flag look better within the scope of ability. Driven by this tradition, every side of the team flag on the field has a long history, every side is rich in heritage, and every side is embroidered with excellent workmanship.

Apart from……

Richard raised his head and glanced at the chicken feet that he rushed to work overnight last week, and stretched out his hand blankly to tear off a false side thread.

"Then how about you?" He suddenly felt that he might still have a difficult brother, and quickly asked like catching the last straw.

"Look at it." Bedrick was smug, reaching out and pushing the flagpole vigorously.

The flexible wooden flagpole suddenly began to sway back and forth, and even the flag that was originally falling and drooping was able to show the whole picture.

"Wow, not bad." Richard's heart was ashamed.

This side of Bedrick may not be the most backed in the scene~www.readwn.com~ but it is the most expensive one in all likelihood. On the blue and yellow flag, embroidered with the head of a tiger with its mouth wide open.

The lines are fluent, the details are vivid, and even the hair is slender. At a glance, there is almost an illusion of jumping out to choose people. Obviously from the hands of the master, the cost of precious pigments and Far East silks can be ignored in comparison.

"Stop talking, stop talking, the legion commander is here."

Within a few breaths, the noisy room was suddenly so quiet that the needle drop could be heard.

Richard looked up at the other side of the sand table, and a middle-aged man in light leather armor had just entered through the door over there. He should be between thirty and forty. As a soldier, he is the golden age of both physical strength and experience.

Although he was dressed in a uniform, he could still clearly feel that the scholar had a strong temperament, and it could even be described as gentle.

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