The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

Charles, who was sitting in the medical center drinking juice and resting, didn't know that he had made a big or small oolong.

He asked the medic who brought him here to tell Munch that he was here and that he was fine, but the medic didn't get a chance to find Munch when he was too busy.

Old Charles, who was sitting at the head of the town, sent his butler to inquire about the situation of little Charles, but when the butler arrived, he saw Munch and the others who were looking for Charles.

Just when the housekeeper was stunned, the medic finally found a chance to tell Munch that Charles was now at their medical point.

When the butler heard that Charles was seriously injured, he immediately ran back to report to old Charles.

So when little Charles finished drinking the juice, old Charles rushed over with his old brothers, ready to help little Charles find a place.

Little Charles, who was just about to throw the diabolo can into the trash can, was frightened by a group of vicious people and stood there holding the bamboo can, staring at him with old Charles.

"Where's the injury?" Old Charles finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Yi like this, at least he could still move.

"The injury is all healed." Xiao Yi replied.

Old Charles let out a "hmm". The bandages on Xiao Yi's body and feet were covered in blood, and the torn clothes and armor could not be faked. At first glance, he knew that it was the murloc's weapon that was injured.

A mage's hand built Xiaoyi's clothes and floated in front of Old Charles. Then Old Charles controlled a water polo to roughly wash the blood and soil on the clothes. Finally, the wind magic and the fire magic worked together. Clothes are dried.

Xiaoyi took some clean clothes and put them on, then put on the armor, and followed Old Charles and the others out of the medical point.

Just two steps away, old Charles said to his butler, "Distero, you are too careless. If you don't confirm it first, I was almost scared to death by you."

Butler Destro knew that he had made an own oolong this time, and kept nodding to the side to accept criticism.

Old Charles' two old brothers, the twin warriors Thomas and Smarto, were a little curious about Xiaoxi's performance today, so they pulled him aside and made a sound. The old elves such as Zatan and Brad who were with him were also listening.

After the oolong was lifted, Xiaoyi returned to the 168th Brigade to report that Old Charles took his brothers to the frontline headquarters.

Bernard, who was in charge of the command at the headquarters, had a black line. It turned out that they managed to persuade the late king to stay away from the front line. As a result, an oolong came out, and the late king ran over in a hurry.

"We're just here for a cup of tea, don't care." Old Charles said to Bernard with a smile.

The 168th Battalion's break point was easy to find, as Charles' green royal flag was up. When Charles returned, everyone was resting in a clearing where cattle and sheep were usually kept.

In the battle just now, everyone was lucky, and a few almost died. They are currently being rescued at the medical point.

Now everyone's treatment has ended, and the minor wounded have recovered and are resting to replenish their strength.

Woodward threw the three flat cans to Charles and asked, "How's your injury?"

Then he added: "These three are for today's portion. After eating up the afternoon and supper all at once, it's gone."

There was a thunderous explosion in the distance, the sound of "Charles Conscience No. 1"—that is, a large dynamite bag wrapped in a layer of steel balls—exploding in the murloc camp.

After the explosion stopped temporarily, Charles replied: "It's all right, but I didn't expect to alarm the old man."

"You really scared us to death at the time, we thought you were tied inside." Dean, who was on the side, smiled and pointed to the murloc camp.

"That's easy." Charles sat on the grass and opened a flat can in his hand. "When the golden light flashes, you can attack."

In order to distinguish it from the canned bamboo cans for dinner, the canned snacks in the army are much flatter, and the two cans stand together, probably like a 500ml bottle of fat house happy water and a disposable lighter stand together.

When Charles opened the can, he found that it was a can of assorted eight-treasure rice, with a layer of preserved fruit on top and sticky rice on the bottom. And when the glutinous rice is cooked, a lot of sugar is added, which is sweet and greasy, but it can replenish energy very well.

It seems that the elves like sweets very much, and Charles sees the comrades around him eating with relish.

"What's our next mission?" Charles asked as he ate.

"Take a break for a while, and then be a reserve team," Woodward said. "When the general attack is next, or when we need to rotate, we will come. If there are salted fish to reinforce, it may send us to the reinforcements."

Then there was another dull explosion and a series of smaller explosions, which appeared to be the "Conscience One" and "Conscience Two" launched together.

If the harassment continues like this, the murloc's spirit will collapse sooner or later, and all the elves pay is the effort to move the ammunition, which is much cheaper than the previous magic and bow and arrow harassment, and the effect is much better.

Now a circle of fortifications has been built outside the camp, and the murlocs came out once, but they retreated after hitting their heads and bleeding.

Eugene's side has repaired the transmitter of the magic communication system, and is sending a message to Jenny asking for tactical guidance.

But he, like the murlocs surrounded by other places, is destined to be unable to get a reply. On the one hand, Jenny's magical communication system on the island has been bombed with the headquarters building so that Jenny can't recognize it, and on the other hand, the communication system Interference continues.

After Charles finished his snack, he suddenly heard exclamations around him.

A team in red armor drove south in a carriage, and the surrounding veterans and recruits looked at them with envy and yearning.

Dean sighed: "It's the Royal Guard."

Woodward on the side said with some envy: "If only I could seize the opportunity to join this time."

Queen Victoria directly holds several elite troops prefixed with "Royal Court".

The royal guards who specialize in protecting the safety of the White Gold Tree Palace and the Queen are usually only stationed in the White Gold Tree Palace, and the Queen will accompany them when she travels.

The royal knights who go out on business on behalf of the queen are more like imperial envoys, and wherever they go, it is like the queen's presence.

The Royal Guard is a regular force in the Queen's hands, known as the "Queen's Sabre". They, together with special forces such as the Royal Court Special Air Service Regiment, constitute the most important external strike force in the Queen's hands.

Unless Elizabeth, Charles, and old Charles rebelled on household matters like the three rebels, they appeared in every war.

In addition, other armies do not have the prefix "Royal Court".

For example, Charles is only in the 168th Brigade. They will only grant the title of "Royal Court" to become the "Royal Court 168th Brigade" only if they make great contributions.

Here recruits and veterans envy and yearn, and Charles found acquaintances in the team.

He blew the whistle that he used to communicate with each other in the caravan, and a female soldier in the caravan immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.

Penelope hadn't seen Charles with a long nose, but she quickly recognized him by his body shape after seeing the man beckoning to her.

Several flat cans flew towards Charles, and he caught it easily.

Then he threw the two remaining cans of assorted rice he just got today and gave them back to Penelope or Galatia, the twin sisters he couldn't tell right now. Once he tried to ask Penelope for bow and arrow, but it was Galatia.

Charles opened one of the cans and found that it was fudge wrapped in mint leaves, so he happily shared it with his comrades in the group.

Woodward, who was chewing sugar, said: "It seems that the salted fish reinforcements are coming from the south, but if they transfer over, we will have nothing to do."

Several veterans on the side nodded in agreement, which also showed that they could rest for a while longer.

At this time, a hot air balloon rose up not far from Charles and the others, and the murlocs released a few magics in vain, but they were too far away from the target, and they couldn't even reach them.

The murloc camp is more than 400 meters long and wide, about the same area as the Ming Dynasty Jingjiang Palace in Guilin City where Charles walked in his last life~www.readwn.com~ In order to build these military camps, they cut down a lot of durian trees nearby.

From the hot air balloon, which is **** to a height of tens of meters in the air, the camp can be seen at a glance, which is preparation for the next general attack.

Charles felt that after a while, he would fly over and bombard the murloc's headquarters.

But this time, he found that his feeling was wrong, because he saw a group of carriages pulling hot air balloon accessories driving by and heading south, and now the south wind is blowing all day, it is estimated that the leaders want to play a balloon bombing.

Thinking of this, a light lit up in Charles's head, and it seemed that some kind of "artifact" could be produced now.

So he took out paper and pen from his storage ring and started writing there.

Now that the explosives are available, the triggering fuze is also available, and the cylinder of the wind turbine of the Macross Power Company can be used as a rocket engine after the wind wheel is removed.

In this way, will "Katyusha" be far behind?