brother wolf

The golden retriever was wearing a purple cloak and was patrolling the camp on horseback.

It was one of hundreds of permanent encampments along the frontiers of the Rus Empire, where barracks formerly made temporary replacements for tents were gradually consolidated.

The emperors of the empire placed the retired veterans around these camps. The veterans settled here and formed fixed settlements. They were not only the first iron wall of the empire's border defense line, but also a stable source of soldiers for the empire. .

He wasn't fast enough for me to walk alongside him.

After that night, perhaps to escape something, he left the city of Morse the next day and went to the province of Cocolia, which is next to the province of Morse, to suppress a serf uprising there.

He didn't argue with Golden Retriever for me to follow. This was the first time the boss asked me to leave his side. Before leaving, he got down on one knee, hugged me tightly, kissed the hair on my neck, and then , straddled the horse and left without looking back.

I watched his tall and straight back disappear from sight, feeling a little sad, fate really loves to play tricks on people.

The life of the Golden Retriever who stayed in the province of Moore was not easy. He had to continue to recruit new soldiers, train the army, and guard against sneak attacks by the Gaelts. For the Motaya Army, which was short on strength, these tasks were really overwhelmed.

However, the bounden duty of a soldier is to obey. For the Golden Retriever, who has always been a king, at least for now, he needs to obey.

Golden Retriever sat in the tent with his legs crossed, and in front of him was a row of candidates waiting for inspection. For the commanders of other legions, in most cases, they only need to recruit people, and the specific recruitment work will be handed over to their subordinates adjutant to carry out.

But the Golden Retriever doesn't think so. In the lion pride, except for the cubs, the main force is all strong and robust adults. Individuals with declining physical strength, weak will or injuries will be eliminated mercilessly in the bloody struggle for survival.

He inspected this group of frightened candidates with his eyes, most of them were under 20 years old, very young in terms of human age.

Basically, he only needs to read it once, and then he will make a decision. Some candidates who are tall, strong, and look high-spirited, who can be seen as good candidates at first glance, are selected, while some are short and very ordinary. Even some dull conscripts were left behind.

Many times, the adjutant standing behind Jin Mao couldn't help but want to stand up against Jin Mao's decision, but just when he was about to speak, Jin Mao lazily raised his hand to stop him—he even He didn't turn his head back.

Maybe humans don't understand why Golden Retriever does this, but I can easily understand the intention of Golden Retriever's choice.

He is using the instinct of a beast to judge whether the person in front of him has the potential to be a warrior.

I lay down next to him, and he reached down with one hand, stroking my fur.

He will also refer to my opinion. If I look at the candidate in front of me with interest, the golden retriever will let him stay. If I don't even bother to look at it, he will wave his hand and let the candidate leave the stage.

Facing a wolf and a slightly excited army commander with ferocious eyes, most of them didn’t even have the courage to raise their heads under the eyes of me and the golden retriever. Some of them had probably never seen wild animals before, and their feet were soft Some of them fell to the ground and were dragged out directly, while some could barely stand there, and a very few could hold their heads upright, despite our scrutiny, and some of these people were usually left directly, and the Golden Retriever focused on them , he will remember the names of these calm people, maybe he will use them later.

It took a whole day to do this, and at night, Jin Mao sighed, rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, finally turned his head, and glanced at the adjutant behind him, "Is that all there are?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, Legion Commander." The adjutant replied respectfully.

"Tomorrow, we will continue to recruit in the whole province of More. How can there be so few people? Not even one-third of the scheduled number." Golden Retriever said angrily. It is obvious that he is very dissatisfied with the quality and quantity of applicants. satisfy.

I looked at the poor hesitant and flushed adjutant with sympathy on his face. He probably has never met such a picky regiment commander, who actually brushed away two-thirds of the eligible candidates. After that, many of the remaining one-third of qualified candidates were too many. In order to make up the number, Golden Retriever reluctantly agreed to let them stay.

He personally served as the commander and trainer of the recruit brigade.The training tasks for new recruits are very heavy. They must be familiar with all kinds of commonly used weapons, such as daggers, shields, javelins, etc., various fighting skills, formation changes, as well as physical strength training and mutual coordination exercises.

The recruits usually live together, know everything about each other, and enhance their friendship during the day and night. Some legions even encourage super-friendliness among soldiers, but later they discovered that this kind of encouragement is not applicable in any situation. After all, jealousy can also bad thing.

Golden Retriever said in a morning oath, "No battle is bloodless. What we have to do is to train like a bloodless battle and fight like a bloody training."

The soldiers below looked at him with eyes of admiration or fanaticism as they stared at idols and gods, while I had black lines all over my head. This sentence is a pirated copy from a book he read last night. The original version is "Their drills are like Bloodless battles, and their fights are like bloody drills", he will learn to use it.

Golden Retriever is a commander who can mingle with soldiers.He can speak obscene and obscene words with the soldiers indifferently, and can also make some private jokes with each other. When he is in the mood, he will do a live fighting performance with a few soldiers. He is vulgar and wanton. A smile is extremely contagious and always touches the hearts of many.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the light and heat it emits selflessly shines on the whole earth, making people think that the sun is very warm and they are very close to the sun, but in fact, the sun is far away and extremely hot, you Never get close to him.

The Golden Retriever is one such deceitful person, or beast.

Most people in the camp know that I am a follower of the golden retriever—I really don’t want to use the word pet. I have never bit anyone, and I have never even barked, so they treat me very well. Part of it is that some people mistook me for a dog.

I just came back from the wilderness outside the camp. Every day I would go out for a while, and the golden retriever never stopped me. I just accidentally slipped into a quagmire. Now I am covered in muddy water, and the white fur has been dyed yellowish brown. Maybe this is the reason. This kind of misidentification got me into the current situation. I looked at the few thieves who surrounded me.

Their salivating expressions reminded me of those people who poisoned or hunted domestic dogs and wild dogs in my previous life just to cook dog meat hot pot. To be honest, I hate this kind of people very much, because the dog I raised when I was a child That's how it disappeared without a trace in one night.

They threw over a piece of boiled beef.

I kicked the piece of meat with my front leg, and looked at the people in front of me with some disdain. They wouldn't be so stupid as to think that I would be fooled by such a low-level trick, would they?Don't say that I am not as interested in cooked meat as raw meat, just say that the pungent herbal smell on this piece of meat can hide it from my nose?

Out of a strong appetite, although the first step plan failed, they did not give up.

Looking at the few people around me, I was a little speechless. In order not to cause trouble for the golden retriever, I tried to keep a low profile and didn't want to hurt others. However, if someone sees me as a piece of fat, then don't blame me for using the law of the grassland to deal with it. something happened.

The battle ended quickly. These poachers had probably never encountered such a strong resistance, and they were a little stunned. When I rushed forward and bit the throat of the first person, the others were scared The sticks were all thrown on the ground, their faces were pale, they looked at each other, and fled in all directions.

And the man who was thrown to the ground by me, biting his throat, feces and urine poured out under the great fear, his whole body trembled like chaff, and tears kept flowing from his tightly closed eyes.

My teeth sank slightly into his skin, warm blood flowed from the ruptured wound to the ground, I thought, should I bite this bite or just let him go?

Soon, I realized that there was no need to think about this problem, because the sound of chaotic footsteps came from the other side of the alley. It seemed that those who had fled called for rescue.

I let go, stood on that person's chest, and calmly watched the rescuers appear in front of me. Even if I encountered a siege, I was confident enough to escape.

When the man with the short blond hair on the horse appeared, I realized that maybe I didn't need to do anything.

The golden retriever sat on the horse, raised his hand, and greeted me, "Hey, Seles, why are you in such a mess."

I lowered my head to look at my dirty fur, and shook off the mud that was about to dry up on my body. Everyone will make mistakes, even if you are the king of the grassland, don't you sometimes become a lion in water?Of course, he wouldn't think of that, so he laughed right away.

The few poachers following him probably finally sensed that something was wrong. One who was better at observing words and expressions was quietly retreating. As soon as the golden retriever raised his hand, he was immediately stopped by a following soldier.

The golden retriever jumped off the horse, walked to me, and stepped on the man's chest, "You dare to touch my Seles?"

The golden retriever shook his head, "It stinks."

He turned his head and ordered the adjutant who followed, "Get all these people to the front line to repair the fortifications. Don't you keep shouting that there is a shortage of people over there?" He moved his feet, indicating that these are people, "These few Personally gave it to you."

I looked at the adjutant with a bitter face, he probably wanted to cry again.

He wanted soldiers, obedient, professionally trained soldiers, not these town bums.

However, the commander's order cannot be disobeyed. He can only ask the soldiers to tie up these people and escort them to the fortifications outside the camp.

The days passed quickly in these episodes, and soon after, Golden Retriever received an order that he had to go to the border between the provinces of Mole and Cocolia to clean up a group of Gaelts who were still robbing arrogantly.

The rest time for the Mottaya army is over.