[Angie] Double Wings

Chapter 053 Stretched Scheduling

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Oscar had already learned about General Elliot's final fate from his colleagues in Wang Li's dispatched army.He was lying in a simple coffin made of two military ration wooden boxes, without lining or flowers.A torn sheet was placed at the bottom of the coffin, and over the body was covered with one of Jules's own robes... only that robe was intact.

And the other colleagues of Wang Li's dispatched army who died in the line of duty were only treated worse than Elliott.

"Master Jules..."

"Even if you press Jules," Kravis still stared at Jules' hand held down by Oscar, "he can't change the material."

Jules withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "...what are you saying?"

Oscar was stunned, not knowing what to say for a while, and didn't defend himself.In the strange silence, the atmosphere was weird.He cleared his throat with great difficulty, "Is it because the Supreme Council refuses to assist?"

"They are very willing to help, at least on the surface." Jules shook his head and smiled wryly, "But even though the Holy Land keeps increasing the amount of requisitioned materials, they still only provide some very ugly waste..." He bent down and took it from under the table He took out a towel, "I heard that the patron saint used to use a quill pen, so I took this thing to use as an ink bottle for me. But look," he grabbed the ends of the towel with both hands, and gently divided it, "Napkins are better than pens." It's tenacity."

"Hmm..." It seemed that he was lost in thought, but in fact, Oscar still cared about the strange silence just now... the extremely weird embarrassment.He managed to pull himself together, "The rations..."

"I'll take care of this," Jules said with assurance, but with guilt.After getting the gold coins that landed together with Oscar and Lumiere, he twice asked for additional military rations, but the amount was not enough and the transportation was not enough, so the amount he asked for payment increased. Power supply and communication systems, but some road sections have been rushed through, and I believe that sufficient supplies will be available soon."

The lack of material support is still the second, and the biggest problem is the lack of intelligence support.Jules was helpless, he could only desperately transfer his troops out, relying on the communication system brought from the Holy Land that did not rely on any lines to establish his normal communication transmission network.

"As far as personnel scheduling is concerned, it's not optimistic. It's really a tight schedule..." Oscar avoided Kravis' sight, and pointed to the small flag on the map, "Master Jules, there are no more people around you." How many troops have been dispatched?"

"...Including the patron saint, there are four people in 960, that's a lot."

"Swan troops for ambulance support, Zicuckoo special troops for women's care, Jackdaw troops for serious injuries and dead affairs, steel wing troops for equipment and mechanical maintenance, white dove troops for general affairs and cooking, Phoenix for staff, investigation, and communications Troops . . . 900 troops were unable to participate in combat."

"The Honor Guard of the Griffon Army is by my side."

"That's only 60 people..."

"One of them is worth one hundred, enough to protect Clavis and Lumiere."

"...What about you?"

Jules replied as a matter of course, "Leave it to you for protection."

"...Master Jules, I am asking you a very serious question."

"I'll answer you very seriously, Oscar. You are in the army, and I have never worried about my own safety."

"Lord Jules!"

"Okay." Clavis ended their argument forcefully.He told himself it was because Jules, who was injured, was tired and needed to rest.But he knew the real reason in his heart... Clevis, who hated swords and weapons since he was a child, just wished for the first time that he had the ability to protect Jules.He really couldn't stand Jules showing such extreme trust in Oscar...

Especially when he said it so frankly.

"What, what's wrong? Lord Clavis?"

"You can't win against him, stop arguing, Oscar."

Jules raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't ask much, waiting for him to speak.Kravis barely suppressed his jealousy, and spoke to him in his usual mocking tone, "Have been working for a long time, although the great patron saint of light doesn't know how to spell the word 'tired', But 'I' was tired. That's the end of the discussion."

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Clavis was a little tired, but it was Jules who was really tired.

As soon as Jules stood up, he immediately felt a strong dizziness, and his world was spinning.He lost his balance and almost fell over on his own desk.Fortunately, Oscar was looking down at the to-do list in his hand at this time.Kravis leaned over to cover Jules who was standing behind him, and watched the Patron Saint of Fire, who was busy with work, walk out of the carriage.

Clavis closed the door smoothly, walked around behind the table with his long legs, and supported Jules.

"I'm fine." Jules took out his pocket watch, shook his head and smiled wryly, "So we've been discussing for six hours."

"...I didn't notice the time."

Jules frowned, "Cravis, I'm not blaming you."

"But I am."

"What are you blaming yourself for?"

"I don't know anything about these things. If I could replace you..."

"Huh..." Jules breathed out, "Cravis, how long have we known each other?"

"20 years... Is this also a question?"

"20 years, don't you understand my temperament?" It was rare to show a three-point exhausted look, Jules laughed, "Even if you can replace me here, I won't go to rest."

Clewis glared at him, "Is it better?" He reached out to caress Jules' cheek, but he avoided it again.

"Doors..." There were two doors in the carriage they were in, "Is the rear one closed too?"

"It was closed early. To beware of that Donald Litton. Although I found an excuse to keep him away... just because I was afraid that he would break in. After listening to you discuss things, there is no guarantee that nothing will happen."

This rare care is because Clewis is considerate of his recent mental distress, right?

"I am very happy……"

"what?"

"Everything. Everything you've done..." Jules laughed again, "I'm also very happy that you just got full of vinegar."

Clewis' pale face blushed a few times, "...that's your illusion."

Jules smiled more gently, "Okay, it's my illusion." In the eyes of Kravis, it can be described as sweet.

"Hmph..." He snorted coldly and approached Jules silently.At first glance, it is still very cold, but there is indeed a kind of steady gentleness in the coldness.Jules closed his eyes, waiting for this kiss from Cleves.The atmosphere is just right, they all feel very warm...

Immediately afterwards, the communicator made a low sound, reminding them that everything on this planet was operating as usual, including this war.

"Get it..." Jules immediately woke up from the romantic atmosphere.

"Let it record automatically."

Jules didn't persuade him any more, and leaned over to pick up the communicator by himself.Clavis had no choice but to stretch out his hand, and fetched the machine that made the strange sound, "Say." Clavis ordered briefly, his eyes still fixed on the soft lips he missed, and his voice was so cold that Zhu Reiss began to worry that the person on the other end of the communicator would be frightened into a nervous breakdown.

"Understood." Clavis ended the call, and then contacted the cooking team, "Prepare meals for Jules and me...it doesn't matter, you can eat whatever you have." After finishing the call again, Clavis turned back and explained, " We should all eat something. You need to replenish your strength and refresh yourself... Come with me to see two people."

"...Who do you want me to see?"

Clavis replied inscrutably, "Medical officers and prisoners of war, you will be interested."

"Okay." Jules gave up his intention to guess, "but before that, give me 2 minutes."

"Ok?"

Jules didn't answer, he got up and pushed Clavis on the ledge directly, kissing him happily and passionately.That intoxicating and lingering long kiss was so sweet that it almost drove Kravis crazy...

If this goes on, how can he restrain himself?Clavis murmured inwardly.

He is only a tiny bit away from losing control completely. After he loses control, Jules will...

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First of all, it was a newly injured Pelican soldier who was brought in front of Jules.He had been standing tens of feet behind Elliott when the explosion occurred. Although there was a distance, he was pretty sure that the only people around Elliott were people in the light beige uniform of the Pelicans.

This is the first testimony Jules received.

Immediately afterwards, the medical officer Higlas personally explained to Jules.

Long-winded, detailed, long-winded.The medical officer's explanation made Jules dizzy, and he couldn't help asking, "Can't I see it with my own eyes?"

Clavis directly refused, "No."

Higlass, who has always respected Jules, rarely directly rejected his request, "There is no way, Lord Jules, if there is something you don't understand, please allow me to explain in detail."

Jules couldn't help but want to lose his temper. Before he could speak, Clavis pressed his shoulder silently.He took a deep breath and barely held back, "Okay, tell me."

"Yes." Higlass nodded, stretched out his hand and began to gesture, "As I said just now, the fatal wound on General Elliott's neck was from his left side to his right neck, but the left side is more Slightly upward, that is to say, the entire knife mark is oblique, and the point of application of force is about [-] degrees in front of General Elliott's right shoulder and neck. In addition, the opening angle of the knife mark and the condition of the damaged larynx According to the judgment, the murderer used a very short blade, which is a weapon such as a dagger or a pocket knife."

"...It's so complicated." Jules murmured, trying to piece together the angle and orientation that Higlass said in his mind, and suddenly came to his senses, "The person who assassinated Elliott... raised his hand Killed him?"

"Yes. The murderer is shorter than Elliott," Klevis folded his arms and nodded expressionlessly. "This is the current guess."

Jules reluctantly opened his mouth, "Eliot... He, he didn't join the Wang Li Dispatched Army through the general selection and examination procedures. He has been serving as my deputy captain of the guards for many years, as my representative. The commander of the patrol unit of the Rising Sun Shadow Legion..."

"General Elliott's height is five feet six inches, almost 160 seven centimeters. It is far lower than the six feet and 180 three centimeters of the general selection criteria of the Royal Dispatch Army." Higlas further provided more accurate information, " According to the health records of the soldiers of the Swan Army, no one in the Sun Shadow Legion is shorter than General Elliott."

Clavis concluded briefly, "The man who killed him was not a member of the Sun Shadow Legion."

"Not just raising your hand to kill him," Higlass further added, "but also raising it quite high. Lord Jules, the murderer's height will not exceed 160 centimeters."

"Next," Kravis pointed out of the carriage, "it's time to meet that 'prisoner of war'."

Higlas took his leave first, while Klevis took Jules into the buggy and ordered the officers of the Glory Guard to drive to another cart serving as a hospital for the wounded.During that short drive, Jules lowered his voice and looked at his lover, "You already know who it is?"

"Almost. Not to this extent, I dare not bother you with this kind of thing."

"...Why don't you let me see Elliott?"

Clewis didn't answer directly, "You're so busy, I also have some idea, so I asked you to come and listen to what Higlass said."

"Did Elliott...be dissected?"

"...Don't think about it."

Jules' eyes were a little red, he took out his handkerchief and pressed his nose, blinked his eyes, and finally dropped his hand, and put it in the fold of his robe, in the palm of Clavis.

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