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The legion commander sneered: "How strong can a magic apprentice be?"
"If they ambush you, you risk death, although they will die regardless of the outcome."
Sadhu's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Aunt, this joke is not funny at all."
"You know, Auntie never jokes about this kind of thing."
The solemn tone of the aunt silenced Sadhu.
Although his aunt stressed that they would surely die if they attacked him, Sadhu did not think it was an honorable thing for a saint like him to die together with a magic apprentice. It would be more appropriate to say that it was a shame.
The air was silent for a long time, and Sadhu spoke slowly: "I can't understand, nor can I imagine how they broke my magic shield."
"It's a strange, unfamiliar weapon." My aunt spread her arms and gestured. "It's very long and looks strangely beautiful, almost like a work of art. But the soldier held it in his arms as if it were his life, so it obviously couldn't be a work of art."
The only thing that soldiers value is their weapons.
Sadhu asked himself that from the time he set out until this moment, he had never for even a second underestimated this war that seemed easy and seemed like a free victory, but at the same time, he never felt that he would lose. In theory, the only difference was the amount of loss after victory.
However, his aunt's words made him regretful. When the king's order came, should he find an excuse to refuse?
Judging from all the signs before us, Lake is no longer unfathomable.
No matter how Sadhu imagined, he couldn't believe how a few magic apprentices could fight for their lives with a saint.
Do you really think that the Saint Grade is the Chinese cabbage grown by farmers in the roadside fields? It can be seen everywhere?
The Saint level is the foundation for the kingdom to establish its rule and resist foreign invasion, and it has a certain status even within the empire.
"What's wrong?" Auntie said teasingly, and lifted his chin with her slender fingers frivolously, "Is my nephew scared?"
"A little bit." Honesty is Sadhu's life creed, and he disdains to lie.
"It's not surprising. It took you more than a thousand years to cultivate to the Saint level, almost your entire life. You definitely don't want to lose it in vain."
"I am wondering whether I should ask the king to withdraw the troops and ask the king to replace the army with another legion to carry out this mission."
"Where's the excuse?"
"I am ill."
"Our king is indeed generous and kind to his people, but that is not a reason for you to treat the king as a fool." The aunt was speechless and slapped his head heavily.
"I can't think of any other excuse."
"Then keep moving forward. It's not like you're going to die."
If the benefits after victory were sufficient, Sadhu would definitely choose to try, but even if he won a great victory, in the eyes of the king, it was only as it should be, and it was not worth it to risk his life for it.
After thinking for a long time, Sadhu said, "Can I go and have a look?"
What he said was a little vague, but my aunt understood.
"Of course, come with me, and I will take you to see the legendary First Army."
Chapter 394: Facing the Saint Level for the Second Time
Dam led his team to rest in the city of Kton.
They settled down in a spacious dormitory with empty rooms and complete daily necessities. There was an independent balcony at the innermost part. By opening the curtains, they could clearly enjoy the street view and the bright sunshine. There was also a dedicated person to deliver their three meals.
There doesn't seem to be anything to complain about.
In fact, this is indeed the case. After all, being able to live such a well-cared-for life in the Sol Continent is a dream that most natives can hardly achieve in their lifetime.
However, Dam and his six teammates were not interested.
"Captain Dam, when is the mission?"
Dam was wiping the already spotless gun with a towel: "Didn't we just finish a mission?"
"You mean the one where we hid in the woods, watched the anti-aircraft company kill the enemy with ease, and then returned the same way we came?"
"Ah."
"Come on Captain Dam, that's not a mission."
Dam said nothing and just smiled.
He can understand the feelings of his teammates.
After rigorous training, their strength has greatly increased, and they are inevitably eager to show it in actual combat.
Speaking of which...
Dam thought for a moment and muttered, "It's like a child showing off his new toy to his friends, but you are not children."
"What are you saying?" He lowered his voice so low that the team members who were sitting on the balcony basking in the sun couldn't hear clearly and subconsciously turned their heads to ask.
"I mean." Dam put away the sniper rifle, stood up, and the gentle smile on his face slowly faded, "Assemble!"
There was a hint of rage in the shouting. The team members shuddered all over. Before their minds could react, their legs moved instinctively and they lined up in the middle of the dormitory in a very neat and orderly manner.
Dam's face turned gloomy: "Enjoy the war? Enjoy killing the enemy? Enjoy the pleasure of bullets shooting out of the muzzle?
Did I teach you this? Or did Captain Domit teach you? Or did the Marshal teach you? "
The team members bowed their heads and remained silent.
Dam would not accept the perfunctory response and shouted again: "Answer me!"
"No!" The six team members raised their heads suddenly.
"So, these are all your own ideas?"
"Yes!"
"Very good." Dam put his hands behind his back and walked back and forth in front of the six people, scanning their faces. "You have forgotten the fear of death, right? Do you need me to help you remember it?
The journey to the Silent Forest is long, but I don’t think we should save time on the journey.”
The team members felt a little ashamed and thought of their deceased comrades who were buried in the Silent Forest.
Zhang Mu's teachings came to Dam's mind, as if he was reminding himself, or warning his teammates: "War is a disaster and harm, and war should not be longed for."
"Oh, am I here at a bad time?"
Dam was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and immediately turned around and saluted: "Marshal!"
"Hmm." Zhang Mu looked at Dam's straight posture and slightly mature face.
War is indeed a catalyst for growth. After experiencing many brutal battles, Dam is no longer the farmer in the village two years ago, although they are all called "Dam".
"What did they do wrong to get so angry?"
"Report to the Marshal, there is no mistake, it is just a routine lecture."
"Really?" Zhang Mu raised his toes to hook the wooden chair and sat down leisurely, "So be it."
Worried that the team members would leave a negative impression on the Marshal, Dam hurriedly explained: "Marshal, they usually train very hard and are very brave in combat. This time they just got confused occasionally. I will..."
"Hey~ What are you thinking? I don't mean to blame you."
After saying this, Zhang Mu felt quite emotional in his heart. Although he never put on airs, the gap caused by the difference in status could not be bridged after all.
Feeling that his continued stay would only make them nervous, Zhang Mu waved his hand in boredom: "The Bauhinia Corps is coming soon, you are leaving for the front line. As usual, the target is the enemy's command and high-level professionals. How to execute it is up to you.
By the way, the enemy has a divine protector. Although this divine protector is unlikely to attack, it is still a hidden danger. Remember to avoid him if you encounter him."
"Yes!"
Zhang Mu's figure disappeared into thin air. Dam breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to glare at his teammates.
They looked at each other and scratched the back of their heads sheepishly.
"If it happens again, I will definitely ask Commander Domit to remove all of you from the special forces!"
Dam's tone was fierce, but the team members seemed to have gotten rid of the gloom and started laughing.
They have been together day and night, and they are already familiar with Dam's character. His calm face when he is angry is serious, and his seemingly angry rebuke is actually just a vent.
A team member looked at the wooden chair where Zhang Mu had just sat and asked in confusion, "Strange, why does the Marshal always come in person every time there is a mission? Can't he just let the messenger notify them?"
The team member next to him walked to his bed and sat on the edge of the bed to organize his equipment: "We are directly under the Marshal. No one else has the right to give orders, not even Commander Domit."
"It feels so troublesome."
"That's the rule."
Dam was also checking the sniper rifle: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
The players' hands moved faster, but the chat did not end.
After all, they are just a group of soldiers, so the topic naturally jumped from the beginning, "Why does the Marshal always take the trouble to give orders in person?" to the enemy they are about to face - the Bauhinia Legion.
"I heard from my comrades who served as instructors in other legions that it seems that all the soldiers in the Bauhinia Legion are professionals."
"That's it."
"What's the rank of their legion commander?"
"At least Saint level, right?"
"Didn't the Marshal say that the enemy army has a divine protector?
The legion commander is the highest-ranking officer in a legion and must be the strongest. I think the divine blessing that the Marshal mentioned is him."
"Not necessarily." Dam interrupted the team members' speculation, "Each kingdom does select legion leaders based on strength to a certain extent, but the most important thing is to see how much potential is left."
"What do you mean?"
"If a professional has no chance to advance to a higher level, he will consider joining the legion. The kingdom also looks for legion leaders from this group.
And God bless..."
Dam paused as he was loading bullets into the magazine, as if recalling something. "I remember hearing someone say that every God-Blessed has the opportunity to be promoted to Epic, so even an empire with a large number of talents will not appoint a God-Blessed as the head of a legion."
"Who said that?" Encountering a blind spot in knowledge, the team members cast curious glances.
"Let me see... Oh, it was the Duke of Blois who said that."
"Hey, when did Captain Dam meet the Grand Duke of Blois?"
"While recuperating in Keton City."