Pirate Field Marshal

Seeing this, Luo Ning also smiled knowingly.

He also understood what Hawkeye was thinking.

The Army Prison is indeed a good place, a place where you can quickly improve your strength.

However, how many people are willing to enter the Army Prison, a terrifying place also known as Blood Moon Purgatory?

A hundredfold pressure, the terrifying blood demon, the boundless darkness, and the terrifying blood moon hanging high in the sky

Which one is not scary?

Even if you stay in there for a long time, you may become nervous. Although your strength can be greatly improved, who is willing to become like that?

Yawning, Luo Ning returned to the army headquarters and the marshal's office within a few steps.

Sitting on the armchair, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the pile of documents on the desktop that he had to deal with today, he felt various emotions in his heart.

"I didn't sleep yesterday, so I'll take a rest today."

"Things to deal with later."

Squinting his eyes slightly, after a while, he could find that Luo Ning's eyes, which were still squinted, were all closed.

Not a single gap is left.

His breathing has become more and more stable as time goes by.

These documents, although they are for the Army, are crucial things.

However, for Luo Ning, these things are the most painful things every day.

If you can put it off, just put it off, there is still plenty of time anyway.

The army has five major states in its territory, with the Zhongzhou having the largest number of people, followed by the four major states of southeast, northwest and northwest.

Logically speaking, this period should be the season of food harvest, and people should smile at home and wait for the day of harvest.

However, in this season of this year, people are a little different from usual.

Although, his face still showed hope for the future.

However, underneath this hope, there is a very obvious bitterness and incomprehensibility.

On land, in rice fields.

There was a large group of people inside, seemingly beating something.

Among them, there were two men, who seemed to be chatting about something.

"Erdanzi, why is this year so different from previous years?"

"It's different, Ergouzi, what are you talking about?"

"Look." In the rice field, Ergouzi glanced at Erdanzi beside him, then stretched out his hand, pointed at the locusts that could be vaguely seen in the field, and said, "Ergouzi, look at it, in previous years , we should all be sitting in front of the rice fields, giggling and waiting for the day of harvest."

"But at this time today, we are hunting insects in the fields, don't you think?"

After listening to Ergouzi's words, Erdanzi thought for a while and nodded with a simple face.

"Er Gouzi, you are right. This year is indeed a little different from previous years."

"But, what exactly do you mean when you say this?"

"You are thinking of sitting in front of the rice fields just like in previous years, smiling stupidly and waiting for a good harvest."

"After giving up, leave me alone to fight bugs."

As he talked, Erdanzi became more and more excited, spittle flew everywhere, pointed at Ergouzi and said.

"Okay, Ergouzi, you are too scheming. Are you living a good life under the army and under the leadership of Marshal Luo Ning, and you still want to trick me?"

"Er Gouzi, let me tell you, this is impossible."

"Honestly, follow me and work."

"Otherwise, I'll tell that bitch of yours that you're lazy."

"When the time comes, it depends on how you end up, I guess you will need a beating."

After listening to Erdanzi's words, Ergouzi glared at him fiercely and shook his head helplessly.

Even this year, all the strange things that appeared in front of him seemed to be nothing.

Maybe, it's really him who thinks too much.

As time goes by, the number of locusts becomes less and less.

It's just that no one noticed