This is an extra reward given by Baron Sidney to the second squad, while the reward given by the infantry regiment is a combat achievement.

By the end of the war, every soldier’s combat achievements can be exchanged for corresponding rewards.
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After dinner, Captain Sam sat with everyone excitedly and resumed the daytime battle. This resumption also made an exception and invited Bo Qiang to participate.
Speaking of it, since the evil spirits corps drove the indigenous people in Handanar County to the mountains, these indigenous people have become a big problem for the infantry regiment. They usually have no fixed residence for hunters in the mountains, and it is difficult for even the scouts in the infantry regiment to grasp their specific whereabouts.
Recently, the patrol team of infantry regiment was attacked by aborigines in the forest, but it happened that these heavily armored infantry roots could not chase savage in animal skins.
Usually, when these aborigines meet a large group of heavily armored infantry in the jungle, they will disperse in a hubbub like flies, or they will not be killed or injured if they are shot by infantry archers.
The biggest enemy of the 57th Heavenly Armored Infantry Regiment stationed in the forest farm of Handsanal County is not the Handsanal County Evil Ghost Corps, but the natives hiding in the mountains.
The second team was ambushed and finally turned into a classic encirclement and suppression operation.
What all the members of Sam’s second team discussed was what happened to his patrol team. When this happened, almost all the soldiers were defeated. This time, the second team not only retired, but also successfully assisted the infantry regiment to wipe out this group of indigenous people
When it comes to the end, everyone will look down at the corner of the tent to keep fit …
That’s right. After the aboriginal people suddenly lost their leader, they wanted to catch the killer of the leader at the first time, so they had some impulse to chase them all the way.
In the eyes of the aborigines, most of the Green Empire people run very slowly. Imperial soldiers like to make themselves into heavy tin cans, so the indigenous people subconsciously think that the Green Empire people don’t run fast.
The aborigines are bent on catching Bo Qiang and strengthening Kebo, and they are not wearing heavy metal armor.
He ran as fast as the aborigines in the woodland, and Boqiang was exhausted. At that time, most of them chased Boqiang, and the aborigines were heartbroken. They tried to catch Boqiang with their last breath. Unfortunately, the aborigines were confronted with infantry reinforcements, and the aborigines had already tried to escape after the new infantry entered the battlefield …
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Lying on a wolf skin mattress, Jerome giggled at Boqiang. He probably thought it was the only way to express his greatest kindness.
"If you ask me, it’s a good thing that Surdak saved this little boy at the front line of the forest farm. Now we can look back and save him, even if we saved ourselves." The speaker is Ian, a veteran of the second squad who is second only to captain Sam. He is very proud and says that his eyes are a little floating.
Surdak sat beside Boqiang, and his body was also covered with bandages. The wooden spears and bows in the hands of the aborigines were difficult to pierce, and the armor of the infantry regiment was standard, so he could cause some skin injuries, but these wounds were carefully bandaged to avoid infection.
"In any case, we still want to express our gratitude," Surdak said.
Root regardless of bo Qiang aside gently push him.
The present situation of this group of members of the second team is strong, and there is still some understanding. What kind of gratitude is an extra burden for the members of the second team
Surdak said this, and most members of the second team agreed.
Veteran Ian wrote Suldak’s mouth and sat there silent.
"What do you think he needs?" A member of the team named aldous asked.
Another team member hurriedly said, "I have an extra set of marching sleeping bags here as soon as he owns them. Maybe he can get them."
Other members of the squad also offered to give Boqiang some living things. At the end of the day, a veteran Ian didn’t make a statement. Seeing that everyone was watching him, veteran Ian could bite the bullet and say, "You know I have some money and went to the market pub for a drink, but I haven’t been able to save it. Even these are weapons and equipment sent by the infantry regiment. I want to say that we can chip in and invite him for a drink."
Veteran Ian said this and immediately caused other members of the team to respond, "Yes, we Tarapa dare to express our gratitude to people by buying them a drink."
So everyone quickly reached a consensus, that is, pulling Boqiang to sit in the open-air pub in the market.
At this time, there has been no mouth to talk. Captain Sam gently coughed and said, "The matter of drinking will be postponed for the time being. At present, the most important thing is to recuperate. Who knows when to fight the battlefield? We need to keep our best condition at all times."
Captain Sam made the final decision.
Team members have echoed Surdak and feel that there is no problem.
"Well, then wait until all of us are well."
Then everyone moved to another topic. aldous’ hey hey’ smiled and took out a few leather-sewn arrow pots in public and said to everyone, "Speaking of this time, I also picked up a few indigenous arrow pots. Although those wooden spears and bows are not so good, the indigenous arrow pots are still very delicate and I don’t know if any businessmen are willing to buy them …"
Surdak didn’t even look at the arrow pots and curled his lips and said, "I want to say that these indigenous people are really poor. What can these arrow pots sell for?" It is better to indigenous wearing skins … "
Chapter 14 Merchant Larkin
The night sky in the forest farm of Handanar County is full of stars.
The mountain wind blows away the summer heat during the day, and a leopard cat whimpers from time to time in the distant Woods and fields.
Temporary market traders put away their stalls, and there were some untidy tents left along the road. At the end of the market, the open-air pub was not closed yet, and the moonlight stone wick magic column lights were lit around the pub. This open-air pub was composed of three tents on the sloping grassland. The owner mainly engaged in self-brewed ale and some simple foods.
The dining table in the open-air pub is a few stumps brought back by the tavern owner from the forest farm. On the desktop, you can clearly see the mottled bark around the tree wheel stumps being peeled off by sharp tools and painted with a layer of varnish by the tavern owner. The benches are even more simple. The ready-made logs in the forest farm are sawed in half and nailed with four wooden legs, so they become benches.
But it’s so late to drink here. The guests are hardly soldiers in the barracks, but some street vendors.
There is still a curfew in the barracks, and those who dare not risk being punished drink here.
The iron fork of the barbecue grill is wearing a leg of lamb, and the leg of lamb has been cut repeatedly for three times. The edge of the leg of lamb has been exposed, and the charcoal on the barbecue grill surface is about to burn out. The last few pieces of charcoal are buried in silver charcoal ash, and only when the wind blows will there be a spark.
The dining table is full of wine glasses. Boqiang is putting some pieces of roast lamb leg on the table of a crispy wheat cake stand, and then carefully folding the baked wheat cake in half. The crispy baked wheat cake makes a’ click’ sound, and the crumbs of the cake and the fat of the lamb leg splash down the dining table and take a big bite. This should be Boqiang’s first decent meal in this world.
There is also a Roman sword with a sharp blade on the table. According to Larkin, this Roman sword is the most famous one in Tarapago. The blade is made by a blacksmith himself. The texture is fine and even. The silver-plated swallow mouth is hard to say that it is made of pure silver. The Ukrainian grass is twisted into a string. This string not only absorbs sweat, but also won’t slip even if the grip is stained with blood.
Although the blood of Roman sword has been wiped clean, this sword still has a faint smell of blood, but Bo Qiang thinks it may be his illusion.
Larkin held a big wooden cup full of ale in his hand, and his face was red. He said to a businessman of Dahu drunkenly, "Look at this sword, which cut off the head of the indigenous leader. The epee made by stacking forging method will change from bronze to dark red after the enemy’s blood is absorbed. Do you think there is a trace of blood in the texture of the blade?"
The merchant of Dahu was also drunk with red eyes and stared at the Roman sword on the dining table with a surprised face and asked, "Did this sword really cut off the head of the indigenous leader?"
Larkin quickly picked up the Roman sword and said proudly, "How can that be fake? We businessmen talk about honesty. "
After that, Larkin picked up the heavy Roman sword and cut it toward the edge of the dining table. The blade was deeply embedded in the wooden pier, which made Larkin drunk. Why couldn’t Ba Dou pull it out? Finally, ulysses helped the boss solve this problem.
Larkin drank the last mouthful of ale in the cup and waved to the tavern owner who sat near the tent to check out.
At this time, the businessman of Dahu got up and held Larkin’s hand and said to the tavern owner, "Give us two glasses … oh, no, four beers. It’s still early when it’s my treat, and there’s no war recently. We can sit down and drink slowly."
Without saying a word, the tavern owner poured out four large glasses of beer from the barrel to let the young shop assistants in the pub bring them to Boqiang’s table.
After drinking for a while, the big Hu businessman finally asked Larkin, "Do you sell this sword?"
Larkin raised his head drunkenly and shook his head like a rattle. He said very decisively to the businessman of Dahu, "I have to keep such a good sword and take it home to hang it on the wall of my home to decorate the living room."
The merchant of Dahu pulled the merchant Larkin’s hand and face expression is very rich. "Larkin, I tell you! You see, our friends are all businessmen who have left their homes, and we are all from Osorno County. Since we are fellow villagers, we must help each other when we are in trouble at ordinary times. I have brought food from Osorno this time, but there is nothing he has gained. If I can take home such a Roman sword symbolizing victory, my friends at home will be very envious of me … "
Larkin hesitated, but said, "Otto Tada, I still have some brand-new Roman swords in my tent, all of which are of the same quality and cheap …"
The businessman named Otto Tada Dahu seems unwilling to reason with Larkin any more, patting the table and saying, "I like this one. I like the texture of this sword."