When Constantine stepped in front of the military camp gate, the old marshal saw teams of soldiers running with heavy loads. These young people who were still the best yesterday are now training themselves.

"I heard that Lord Marin specially selected many top-notch soldiers from his army as instructors." Link of the Svensen family was responsible for guiding him today. The young man entered the military camp last night, and it can be said that he witnessed the changes in these thorns overnight.

"Are they all the young people who were sent to the north?" Constantine asked.

He remembered that he had sent many people to Marin, but now these people have become soldiers and returned to their hometowns. Of course, most of them do not have much favorable feelings for their past lords and hometowns... or in other words, they have no favorable feelings at all.

After all, it was the hometown and the lord who betrayed them. Constantine would not do any tricks to deceive. Even though the military headquarters was not afraid of death, it did have such a thought, but in Constantine's view, the only result of doing so was that the representative of the military headquarters was hung on the street lights by angry soldiers.

They are no longer people from the Northern Kingdoms, nor are they serfs, they are soldiers of Lord Marin.

Even if they killed the military representatives and sued at that time, Constantine would not be afraid of what the soldiers said. What he was afraid of was the murderous intention from His Excellency Marin.

If this priest took action for his soldiers, Constantine felt that the lawsuit was to the gods, and they would not be able to explain a truth.

"Yes, I have seen them in the army of Lord Marin. You also know that most of them are free people who are displaced or serfs sold by their masters, or poor people who fled south. Their homes have already taken root in Fort Carter. If we want to do something, I am afraid that the guys in charge of this matter will be shot in the end." Link said this with some regret: "Sorry, Mr. Marshal, I have said a little too much."

"No one will blame you. If it were me, I wouldn't have done this kind of life that might lose my head. Life is still so long, why bother to find a shortcoming." After saying his true words, Constantine and Link walked to the side of the road. From here, you can see the former admonition platform. Now this landmark has been transformed into a huge playground, and many soldiers are running around in circles.

“Is this basic training?”

"Yes, our grassroots commander has been a little dereliction of duty in training these soldiers' physical fitness." Link looked down, where the company commander and regiment commander he knew were all led to run around by instructors from that army.

"Look at the strong bodies that the instructors have, and then look at our soldiers, their totally incomparable bodies. Everyone is from the north." Constantine took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it for himself, and threw it to Link: "How many times do you think they can eat meat a week?"

"At least one meal a day, I heard that their meals also include some special dishes from Sidney United and the Principal of Farol, such as Sidney's white bread made of fine flour, Farol's stewed noodles with minced meat in Tainan, and even fruit." Link took out the cigarette and said the answer that was somewhat memorable to him.

"Fruit? I remember that there are a lot of these things in the south of Farrol and Sidney." Constantine thought of the fruits he saw at the local market when he was on vacation in Farrol.

In the north, such fruits are more expensive than meat.

"Yes, we can't compare to this point anyway. Moreover, the black bread incident in the logistics side in the previous two months made the soldiers complain. When the logistics troops of His Excellency Marlin came yesterday, you must have never seen the cheers of our soldiers." When Link said this, he and His Excellency Marshal saw a team of domestic fairies pushing several big buckets by them.

"Soldiers, can I see what's in the bucket?" Marshal Constantine, who knew that the food should be from the hands of those southern chefs, asked with a smile, looking at the fortress pattern of Carter Fort Marin on it.

The domestic fairy in the lead noticed Constantine's appearance, and the little thing nodded: "No problem, but please hurry up, you marshal, we must send these foods to the playground No. 1, which is the first troops to eat and start training. Now it's almost time to rest."

"No problem, little cuties." Constantine came to the first bucket. He opened the bucket and saw pieces of white bread after pieces, which were dazzlingly white, which was more than the so-called white bread in the bakery near his home that was taught by the Seiko Dim Shop in Carterburg... No, it was completely incomparable.

"Link, do you have a feeling that this thing is whiter than the little girls' chest muscles?" Constantine sighed and glanced at his adjutant.

"Sorry, Mr. Marshal, I haven't seen that kind of chest muscle so far." Link replied expressionlessly.

The Marshal was stunned, then looked at his adjutant, and then he realized that the young people in the Svenson family seemed to be... not twenty years old yet.

Although I had never seen this answer sounded miserable, considering that I seemed to be more excessive when I asked such a question, Constantine apologized, patted him on the shoulder, and then took him to the second bucket.

After opening the bucket, Constantine and Link saw pieces of meat one after another. The red meat was covered with white fat, the scent and perfect color. It was the redemption of the braised pork in southern Thailand. Constantine covered the bucket lid, glanced at his adjutant, and then asked the house fairies: "Is there two of them with such a large piece of meat?"

"No, each person is one piece." said several domestic fairies who were pushing the cart, and they had a sense of happiness on their faces: "We have all eaten in the kitchen, it's super delicious!"

"I didn't have that big chunk of Thai braised pork when I was at home." Constantine sighed to his lieutenant.

This time, the adjutant who felt deeply nodded vigorously: "Yes, sir, I have never seen such a great Thai-nan braised pork at home."

So the marshal and the adjutant came to the third bucket. Looking at the heat that the lid could not stop, the marshal glanced at the adjutant: "We saw bread and meat, and the next one should be noodles."

"I feel that it may be stewed in a mess. This is what our northern soldiers like the most. Lord Marin has always been good at it. The soldiers said that if they want to eat it, he will definitely prepare it for the soldiers."

So the Marshal reached out and opened the lid of the bucket. What appeared in front of them was a bucket of venison broth, without the ingredients, some were delicate pieces of meat and a strong broth that made people full of appetite by just one look.

"I think I'm hungry." After saying that, the Marshal glanced at his adjutant and found that he was staring at the oil on the broth.

The Marshal clapped his hands: "Let's not look at it, Link, let's go find Marin. We'll have a meal with him at noon today."

So the marshal and the adjutant didn't care what was in the bucket behind him. Anyway, the more they looked, the hungry they became. Under the guidance of the military police, the two met Marin and the officers from both sides in the command post.

"You guys are coming just right." Marin sat on the rocking chair beside him, and for some reason he seemed overjoyed, who had become a child again.

Constantine walked to him and happened to see the sand basin surrounded by people from here: "What's wrong."

"I asked my company commanders to launch a company-level confrontation with your company commanders. It was my company commanders who had just changed positions." Although it became smaller, the majesty of the strong was still visible to the naked eye. He waved to Jon, who was holding the notebook and was covered in a gray face: "Jon, just right, come and introduce the previous battle situation to Your Excellency Constantine."

Constantine watched the deduction on the sand table while listening to Jon's introduction. When the company commander's big-headed soldiers had lost all their losses, he also listened to the introduction.

It's a complete blow. In the battle of company-level units, every company commander on Marin can come up with unique defense methods and use limited equipment and personnel to gain the upper hand in confrontation with units of the same level.

Moreover, their company commander adheres to the concept of cross-fire power when using machine guns, and can always make perfect adjustments. Often, the cross-fire power of two machine guns can kill at least a dozen soldiers in an instant.

However, when they are attacking, whether it is smoke bombs, grenades or recoilless cannons, they can eliminate the exposed machine gun fire points as soon as possible.

In this battle without gunpowder, Constantine's company commanders were beaten miserably.

After watching a few more games, Constantine felt shameless and watched it anymore, so he shamelessly mentioned the lunch issue to Marin.

"Didn't you eat? Let's say it earlier. Just so happen that I have prepared food for everyone. In the afternoon, there will be company commanders of several regiments to receive command training. I want these company commanders to become qualified battlefield commanders. Generals and marshals will be commanders of strategy and battles. These company commanders will control their own lives and deaths and their soldiers, so I want to educate them and let them understand that the incompetence of soldiers will only kill themselves, and they have the entire company's soldiers in their hands."

Speaking of this, Lord Marin jumped off the rocking chair, and he signaled everyone to follow him, and Constantine followed him with peace of mind.

Today, Lord Marin wore a thick robe and looked like an ascetic monk.

The only one that could represent his identity as a Priest, was the red silk rope, which was tied around his waist.

Well, considering that the church's divisions were not clear, Constantine didn't ask anything, and followed Marin into the large dining room behind the command post. Through the transparent gate, Constantine saw many soldiers and the sergeant sitting there.

Well, there are many soldiers who know Constantine, who are outstanding people who have received his signature and commendation.

"These soldiers were the best in each company this morning, so they were qualified to eat with me." Marin turned around and said, "I don't care what unwritten rules you Yankees have. I just want everyone to remember that we are just people who give orders, and these soldiers are the ones who really carry out orders. I don't ask you to respect them, but I hope you can treat him as a person."

In the corridor, Lord Marin finished training and then took everyone into the restaurant.

The appearance of the crowd made the soldiers and the non-commissioned officers stand up in a hurry. Marin pressed his hands: "Sit down, soldiers, we are all delicious diners here."

After letting the soldiers sit down, Marin brought people to the bench that had just been put together, and food after food that looked and smelled and made Constantine's olfactory system scream was brought up.

Constantine sat down at Marin's left head. As soon as the old man sat down, he saw two domestic fairies pushing the wine cart and walking over: "Mr. Marin, do you need wine?"

"Give a small cup for the gentlemen. They still need training in the afternoon. Marshal Constantine can have more." After Marshal Constantine said that, he took the cup that belonged to him. He stood up, held it up and looked at the soldiers: "Shonour! I hope to see you here every day."

The soldiers stood up and raised their glasses with Marin. Considering that Constantine didn't smell too much wine, it was obvious that the soldiers' cups would be other drinks.

Marin drank the wine in the glass and signaled the soldiers to sit down. Then he also sat back to his seat: "Everyone, don't be restrained. Remember, fighting in the trenches and fighting in the city are completely different. Next, we will go south and liberate those towns occupied by chaos. Only by completing training and having a strong body can we complete the battles given to you every day. Sweat more on the training ground and less bleeding on the battlefield."

The company commanders claimed yes, and then at the instructions of Lord Marin, they began to happily sweep the clouds. Constantine saw his adjutant also sweep the clouds. The young people of the Svenson family were eating like a starving ghoul.

Is it really that delicious?

After taking the wine handed over by the house fairy and touching their heads as thanks, Constantine put down the cup and picked up the knife and fork, ready to cut the meat in the plate in front of him. The meat should not be beef but the standard Saromon looks quite old. This is already a bit of a headache for the old man who is used to the three-year-old maturity.

But when the knife cuts into the meat, Constantine was surprised to feel the sensation of the knife entering the meat. The meat cut like butter emits a colorful light. The old marshal used a fork to raise a piece of meat, and after a while of ideological struggle, he finally couldn't resist the fragrance and put it in his mouth.

Well...the taste buds are exploding, burning, and crying before my life, I ate like garbage and wax stone.

Constantine, you will not live in vain if you eat this piece of meat in your life!

Old Constantine was feeling what melted in the mouth, and his adjutant had raised his hand: "Please give me another piece of meat steak!"

My adjutant, are you a starving ghost?!

Constantine sighed, swallowing the meat on the plate in one bite, and then raised her hand as well.

"Can I live here for the next normal time, Lord Marin." The Marshal has the most professional insights on how to eat with ease.

"Of course there is no problem, my old friend." His Excellency Marin replied with a smile.

Nodded, the old marshal glanced at the young adjutant who was still in shock and raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!